Zhang Hu glared with tiger-like eyes and said sternly, "Let him die. I'll put an end to this scum of society sooner or later."
A short, stout man next to him frowned and said, "Director Zhang, we're running low on ammunition. If Fatty Biao and his men really use this as an excuse to start a war with us, we won't be able to hold them off."
Another thin middle-aged man chimed in, "I heard they have someone who's great at raising cats and has gathered most of the town's felines. Because of those cats, not a single rat has bothered their supermarket."
"Yet, here at our supermarket, two people were bitten while chasing rats inside and are still unconscious."
Zhang Hu turned and rebuked, "Mo Deyi, Ding Caimao, what do you mean by this? Weren't two of the children saved by that person today your own sons?"
Mo Deyi said earnestly, "I don't want it to be like this, but Director Zhang, if you don't think for yourself, you should at least think for us townspeople."
Ding Caimao also advised, "That woman is an outsider after all. Is Director Zhang going to let our townspeople fight and shed blood all because of an outsider?"
Just as Zhang Hu was about to curse them both, Fatty Biao's voice suddenly came from outside.
He then led everyone to the front of the supermarket.
Fatty Biao, true to his name, stood over six feet tall with a body full of muscle and an intimidating presence. His ruffian aura could scare a three-year-old child.
Upon seeing Zhang Hu emerge, he said grimly, "Director Zhang, I've come to seek justice today."
"Today, a woman attracted a group of rats and bit one of my brothers. What do you say we do about it?"
Zhang Hu glanced over. A blond youth beside Fatty Biao had a leg bleeding profusely, indeed looking like he'd been bitten by a rat.
He snorted, "There are so many rats in town. You happened to encounter rats at the same time and got bitten. How can you blame someone else?"
Fatty Biao said coldly, "I'm not going to argue with you about this nonsense. Bring out that woman quickly, or don't blame my gun for not having eyes."
As he spoke, he drew a handgun from his waist and brandished it.
The men beside him also drew various firearms, even including rifles.
Zhang Hu's side also drew their weapons and pointed them at the others.
The situation became tense, and a single accidental shot would surely ignite a full-blown battle.
Zhang Hu hadn't expected Fatty Biao to be so aggressive this time.
In the past, the two sides had their disagreements, but at most, it involved verbal altercations or petty tricks.
He never imagined that this time, after only a few words, they would resort to gun threats.
"That girl was in the wrong from the start. Director Zhang, it would be best if you hand her over to maintain peace among us all."
Seeing the hesitation on Zhang Hu's face, Fatty Biao pressed on.
"Director Zhang, this trouble was caused by that woman. She should be the one to face it."
"Director Zhang, I'll go get that woman right now."
"Director Zhang, our lives shouldn't be risked for such an unrelated person."
Mo Deyi and Ding Caimao spoke one after another, incessantly urging Zhang Hu to hand An Qian over to the other side.
The surrounding crowd, upon learning the details, also began to show signs of discontent.
If it weren't for Zhang Hu's considerable prestige, they might have already gone in and dragged An Qian out to hand over to Fatty Biao.
"Shut your mouths!" Aunt Zhang stepped forward and shouted, pointing at Mo Deyi and Ding Caimao, scolding them, "Have you no shame? The young lady just saved your children, and now you want to sell her out. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"
"And to the rest of you, if it weren't for An Qian, your children would have been eaten by rats long ago."
"Is this how you repay your benefactor?"
Aunt Zhang's reprimand also applied to the children of several others who had been saved by An Qian.
Some of them lowered their heads in shame, while others were murmuring complaints under their breath.
Mo Deyi directly retorted loudly, "I'm thinking for everyone's sake. Are we all going to be buried with an outsider?"
Ding Caimao also said indignantly, "We can't possibly fight to the death for her just because she drove away a few rats, can we?"
Their argument had also alerted An Qian and Zhang Yong inside the supermarket.
As the two arrived at the supermarket entrance, they overheard the gist of the situation.
Zhang Yong tugged at An Qian and whispered, "That group of people looks hostile. Let's sneak out through the back door."
An Qian thought for a moment, frowned, and nodded, "Alright. I hope they leave once they can't find us."
"Let's not go too far, though. They're after me, and we can't just ignore it."
Just as An Qian and the others were about to turn to leave, the sharp-eyed Mo Deyi spotted Zhang Yong.
He immediately shouted, "Hey, you! Since you overheard, why don't you come out? Don't you have any responsibility for your actions?"
With no other choice, An Qian had to step out.
Upon seeing An Qian, Fatty Biao nearly drooled.
She was truly a goddess!
Curvy and voluptuous, with a fantastic figure. An angelic face, with a hint of youthful purity, making one want to embrace her and cherish her.
It was the apocalypse now, and enjoying a single day was a blessing. How could he let such a beauty escape?
Fatty Biao licked his lips and said, "Little girl, come over here."
Zhang Yong stepped forward and angrily retorted, "Take your lecherous dog eyes away."
"Bang!"
Fatty Biao fired a shot at Zhang Yong's feet and said coldly, "Kid, say one more word and I'll send you to heaven immediately."
Zhang Yong was clearly startled by the man's ferocity and instinctively took two steps back.
Seeing the undisguised desire in Fatty Biao's eyes, An Qian's heart sank. She turned to seek help from Zhang Hu:
"Director Zhang, I have no dealings with this man. What he said earlier is nonsense. Please administer justice."
"Hahaha."
Fatty Biao laughed heartily, "I'm taking you today. Anyone who dares to stop me will face my wrath."
As he spoke, he approached An Qian, his gun continuously pointed at her, and threatened, "Don't you move, I don't mind hurting a woman."
"Fatty Biao, do you really want to start a war?" Zhang Hu asked, pointing his gun at him, and said sternly.
"Brothers, your boss is being threatened with a gun. What do you say we do?"
Fatty Biao called out to his henchmen.
Instantly, more than a dozen guns were pointed at Zhang Hu. "Of course, we'll take him down!"
Fatty Biao had promised many rewards before setting out, so his subordinates were naturally loyal.
Fatty Biao's subordinates were full of fighting spirit, while Zhang Hu's men had their own agendas.
This fight was clearly unwinnable.
Zhang Hu could only watch helplessly as Fatty Biao walked up to An Qian.
Zhang Yong tried to stop Fatty Biao several times, but was intimidated by the cold glares and stopped in his tracks.
An Qian was constantly looking for an opportunity to take him hostage, but his gun was always pointed at her, making her hesitant to act rashly.
"Little girl, give me your sword, then come back with me."
Fatty Biao, with his gun still aimed at An Qian, reached out to grab her long sword.
If her sword were taken by the enemy, she would truly be at his mercy.