The strong smell of alcohol permeated the air.
Wang Xiaoshuai frowned, knowing that this guy had had too much to drink.
He knew Zheng Hua well; Zheng Hua was not the type to have much courage.
When Zheng Hua saw that his axe strike hadn't hurt Wang Xiaoshuai, he picked up the axe and violently chopped at Wang Xiaoshuai again.
Wang Xiaoshuai dodged easily and casually picked up a carrying pole from the side.
A carrying pole was no match for a wood-splitting knife, but at least he now had something in his hand.
Thump thump thump...
Zhao Wanming rushed out of the house, holding a bamboo pole, with Zhao Xiaoya and the others closely following behind.
The women turned pale at the sight.
Zhao Wanming quickly stepped forward and said, "Zheng Hua, have you lost your mind?"
"Put the axe down!"
"Listen to your uncle!"
Zheng Hai was furious; how could he listen to Zhao Wanming?
"Zhao Wanming, stop spouting nonsense here!"