Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 167: Planning Retribution on the Strange New House’s Rafter (1)_1

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Planning Retribution on the Strange New House’s Rafter (1)_1

Mo Yan stepped out and saw a crowd shoving and pushing their way toward her; among them were men and women, old people and children. The loudest among them was a middle-aged man in his thirties. Following them was another group of villagers who had come to watch the excitement.

When the crowd saw Mo Yan, their expressions dodged and they dared not meet her gaze.

The middle-aged man forcefully shook off the people who were holding him back and, with fists clenched, charged up to Mo Yan, his face twisted with viciousness as he bellowed, "Where’s your dad, eh? Call him out here, now!"

Mo Yan’s expression suddenly turned frosty, and she looked past him to the people behind him, softening her tone, "Folks, my dad isn’t here right now. If you have any issues, you can talk to me!"

Give an inch, take a mile - as for the middle-aged man who started off with foul language, she didn’t even bother to entertain him.

The crowd looked at each other and all shrank back; not one was willing to step forward and speak.

Mo Yan furrowed her brow - it was clear these people had come here for a reason, so why were they acting like this now? What was going on?

Seeing Mo Yan dare to ignore him, the middle-aged man was infuriated and humiliated, "You brat, thinking you’re something because you’re a girl? Bring out your dad right now."

"Worthless?" Mo Yan stared at him coldly. "There’s no worthless one here. Did you crawl out of a manure pit? Otherwise, why would your mouth be so foul!"

"Pfft, hahaha—"

The onlookers burst into a commotion, pointing at the middle-aged man and laughing loudly.

The middle-aged man’s face turned the color of liver as he brandished his fists and cursed those who were laughing at him, "Whoever dares to laugh again, I’ll punch them to death."

Then he threatened Mo Yan, "Don’t think I won’t hit you because you’re a girl, you little bitch. Go and call your dad out here!"

Mo Yan was furious and wished she could slap this annoying fellow into the air, "If you’re so brave, go find him yourself. If you don’t have the guts, then roll back to wherever you came from. The Mo family’s land doesn’t welcome bullies who prey on the weak."

"You! You little wretch, you’re asking for it!" The middle-aged man was burning with rage and, without thinking, clenched his fist and swung at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan snorted coldly, relying on her agility to retreat quickly, dodging the heavy blow.

The middle-aged man paused, clearly not expecting Mo Yan to dodge his punch, and feeling a great loss of face, he quickly pursued her, his fist coming down even harder than before.

"Wang Dali, you’d hit a girl? You really are capable!"

Just as Mo Yan was considering whether to dodge this punch and teach the man a lesson or not, a familiar voice reached her ears, and a hand with distinct knuckles appeared in front of her, casually pushing away the descending fist.

The middle-aged man, Wang Dali, was lightly pushed by Lin Yong and toppled over like a clumsy turtle, spread-eagled on the ground, which added an especially comical look to the scene.

Laughter broke out all around, and Wang Dali quickly scrambled up from the ground, his face swelling to the color of liver. Enraged, he glared at those who were mocking him but dared not direct his anger at the ’chief culprit’, Lin Yong.

Lin Yong gave him a cold glance, then turned to Mo Yan, "You okay?"

Mo Yan smiled, "I’m fine, luckily Brother Lin arrived in time."

Lin Yong pulled at the corner of his mouth, his face still cool as he interrogated Wang Dali, "Why are you causing trouble for the Mo family?"

"I, I just wanted to, on behalf of the villagers cheated by the Mo family, ask for, for an explanation from the, the Mo family."

Wang Dali shrank his neck, his words stammering and stuttering under Lin Yong’s icy stare—clearly very fearful of him.

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