Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two: Admitting Defeat

"Don't leave just yet! We still have a score to settle!" Chen Yang grabbed Fu Deyou and said.

Fu Deyou turned around, his voice tinged with anger, "Compensation is unnecessary, what more do you want?"

Chen Yang scoffed, "I treated your people, but your guys poisoned Uncle Niu's fish. Isn't it time we talk about compensation for that?"

Huh?

Fu Deyou was stunned at the moment, then involuntarily glanced over at the pond.

Sure enough, all the fish in the pond were floating on the surface, emitting a faint stench.

"Chen Yang, don't push people too far! The people from your Liuhu Village injured our villagers, and we didn't ask for compensation, yet you turn it around and demand compensation from us?" Fu Deyou was furious, and if he could have beaten Chen Yang, he might have chosen to settle this with his fists.