Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 895 - 495 Running Too Well

Chapter 895: Chapter 495 Running Too Well

Accidents can happen at any time.

Yan Fei had not anticipated that those people who came to take others away would actually decide to include him in their roundup.

But for Brother De and his group, the surprise was even greater.

Yan Fei stood on the steps in the corner of the office, right by the door, in a spot that couldn’t be seen from outside. That’s why those in the car parked at the door couldn’t see that Boss Yan was standing right at the entrance.

When Brother De’s group entered, they didn’t even consider the peasants holding objects that were obviously tools and wearing faces with slight, obliging smiles.

In their eyes, what the Young Master had said was true, and whatever local clout these people had, how could it compare to them, from the Provincial City? And they were there to make a surprise arrest; once they had the person in hand, they’d just throw him in the car and drive off. Who could do anything about that?

With their uniforms on, they didn’t believe anyone would dare to stop them during an arrest—at least these peasants were not in their considerations.

If the people standing here weren’t peasants but rather some people of status, they might have thought twice. But these peasants obviously weren’t from the cattle farm, so there was no need to worry about them.

They were quite pleased with themselves, finding it convenient that this young boss was standing right here. They asked him, and he naively admitted everything. Ha, what luck, just grab the person and go, saving all the trouble.

So when Brother De shouted "Take him," the elation in his voice was unmistakable.

The very next second, when a bag full of sweet potatoes came crashing towards him, he was stupefied.

Then he was firmly embraced by someone. The person holding him was earnest in his intention, worried Brother De would break free and go after Yan Fei. He simply lifted Brother De and threw him to the ground, then lay on top of him, pinning him down to prevent him from getting up.

Young men from the countryside who often do farm work are strong. Brother De was also a big guy, but the young man who lifted and threw him seemed rather skinny. Yet, he managed to lift him, who weighted more than a hundred catties, more than half a meter into the air before slamming him to the ground, confusing him so much he couldn’t remember what he was there for.

Difficult terrain breeds crafty people!

The saying in Sancha River Town wasn’t wrong—Heap Hillock Huangtuwa had nothing but bandits.

The rest of the peasants reacted quickly, or rather, their actions had outpaced their thoughts. Seeing someone holding down Brother De and telling Yan Fei to run, they immediately followed suit, grabbing the remaining members of Brother De’s party and shouting in unison, "Brother Fei, you go first..."

The commotion here obviously couldn’t be kept from the office staff as a group of women rushed out. Five people also came out from the meeting room. One of them peeked out, ducked back in, and then emerged holding a small black bag.

The staff who rushed out from the office were surrounding the scene, asking what was happening, while the five who came from the meeting room included Jia Hao, who was acting like a bodyguard and approaching. The other four moved slightly forward and stood watching the scene unfold from the steps.

There was a young man working in the field in the distance. He shouted when he saw what was happening, "Trouble, everyone come over..."

He called out while running with the shovel for cleaning cow dung in hand, but he was so rushed that he tripped after running a few steps. Before he could get up, a group of people had passed by him without hesitation, carrying their tools and charging over.

"We’re screwed!" Brother De thought to himself in despair, trying to stand up only to realize several people were pressing down on him. Seeing a group of furious villagers charging towards him, he finally understood what he should do.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, nobody hit anyone, stop, we have identification..."

Quite a few knew how to change their tune with the wind. At least those who came with Brother De did, and upon hearing his shout, they immediately started yelling too, "Don’t hit, don’t hit, misunderstanding..."

It was damn scary, a group that looked like bandits, holding tools and all young and strong. Those seasoned jianghu were the most afraid of such a situation; if they were attacked, it would be the end. One could tell that these people were the unmeasured type—if they started swinging their tools too fiercely, nobody would know whose life would be lost or who would be left crippled.

The reason why thieves sometimes get killed in the countryside is precisely due to such circumstances. Everyone blindly beats with whatever they can grab, and those with experience know that hitting someone might not even bring relief; the more they hit, the angrier they become.

Especially those who have been robbed before, their sorrow and heartache surface when beating a thief, making their blows unconstrained by anger. Sometimes in the midst of hitting, they find out the person has stopped breathing and they don’t even realize it.

Moreover, there are those who harbor no deep hatred, yet become addicted to hitting others, especially during mob incidents. This is known as the psychology of ’brutality’ in group behavior.

Even the typically mild-mannered can become unrecognizable to themselves under its influence. Ordinary people might not notice these things, but those who have worked in law enforcement are well aware of how serious the consequences can be once such situations occur.

There was already a group of young men here, and with a bunch of angry people running over, this was pretty much a crowd. So Brother De shouted a few times, his voice almost breaking with fear, nearly wetting his pants.