An Ning put on an innocent face, and An Guoming, right beside her, was the eyewitness.
He looked agitated, his entire body language screaming confusion.
"I don't know what's wrong with this guy. He stumbled in, reeking of alcohol, and went straight for the woodpile. He insisted on fighting the wood, and we couldn't even pull him away."
"That's right! We tried to break it up, and he even tore my clothes."
An old man by the door held up his arm, revealing a definite tear in his sleeve.
The old man was also a seasoned, brilliant actor.
The neighbors chimed in one after another, and the courtyard filled with a chaotic chatter.
"You're full of shit!"
"I... I'm not that stupid!"
The man who had fallen into the woodpile dazedly tried to stand up, but after several attempts, he failed.
CRASH—
As the man struggled in the woodpile, he was hit by more logs.
Seeing this, the police officers couldn't wait any longer and spoke up to control the scene.
"Alright, everyone quiet down."
