The woman yelled at that time: "You don't have eyes! My clothes are torn, you have to compensate me."

The old man refused to admit anything: "Your clothes are already torn, what does it have to do with me?"

The woman was anxious: "It was obviously you who came here on a bicycle and tore my clothes. Do you think I am a fool? Besides, everyone has seen it."

Although the old man was doing sanitation work, he was very tough. He stepped on the brakes of the tricycle and picked up a stick as thick as his wrist from the back compartment. The weather was hot, and he was wearing an old sweatshirt with both sides exposed.

He weighed it a few times in his hands and looked around the whole place with fierce eyes.

"Who saw it? Stand up for yourself." He shouted in a low voice, but full of unabashed threats.

Those who originally wanted to help the woman speak shut their mouths.

It is better to do less than to do more. Whoever dares to care about this kind of thing must first consider whether he can survive the stick in the old man's hand.

This woman is not from the village.

If so, someone must stand up for her.

She became anxious and pointed at the old man: "You bully me. You ruined my clothes and you still don't admit it."

The old man smiled at her, showing his dirty yellow teeth: "Didn't you say someone saw him? Where is he? Who saw him?"

The woman was so angry that she couldn't say a word. She could only bite her lips and stare at him fiercely.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from the crowd.

"I saw it, it was your car that tore her clothes."

Hu Pingtao separated from the crowd and walked into the center of the venue.

Followed by Tan Tao and Wang Haokun.
Chapter completed!