Xu Hai spoke, as he swung the carrying pole and smashed the nearby pottery jar.
"My jar!!!" Old Lady Qian's voice echoed like a slaughtered pig, as if breaking a pottery jar was tearing out her heart.
"Pay up, or return the things you took from the Old Xu Family, otherwise, I'll keep smashing." Xu Hai said enthusiastically, holding the pole. In the provincial city, he's civilized, but out in the countryside it's different, especially with the Qian Family, who are thick-skinned; reasoning with them is useless, you have to be tough.
"Hurry up, or are you really going to let them smash everything?" Old Lady Qian looked angrily at her sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren. The Qian Family had quite a number of people, how could they be so intimidated?
Xu Hai gave a signal to his brothers, Xu He and Xu Po also came equipped with poles, ready to cause damage.
Only Xu Jiang shrank back, never expecting the confrontation to escalate so quickly.
