Zhao Dahe had just returned to the Tiger Base with the seeds when he saw many villagers blocking the entrance of his house.
He looked up at the sun. Logically speaking, everyone should be working outside at this hour. Why did they all come to his place?
"Village Chief, Village Chief, you have to uphold justice for my son."
As soon as Zhao Dahe walked over, the villagers rushed to him, crying and wailing.
"What's going on? Did something happen?"
Zhang Dong's mother howled the loudest. After her son was taken out by the black-robed men, she did not know if he was dead or alive. She wanted to go after him, but she was stopped by the black-robed men. She was so angry that she was about to fall ill.
"Village Chief, those people in black clothes are not human. They treat us like slaves and don't take our lives seriously at all. My son Dong was just tired and wanted to take a breather. In the end, he was beaten up and killed by them!"