He had been at this place for quite a few days now, and he knew where his blood daughter was suffering.
Her man had died in an accident while working in the fields on the second day after Mr. Xie settled in here.
Leaving behind a widow and orphan.
There were still unmarried men in the village coveting her, but for now, she was safe.
Mr. Xie dared not acknowledge her.
He was an incapable father.
The villagers wanted to force their way in but were met with the barrels of guns.
The village chief cursed a few times, and the translator didn't even dare to convey his words fully.
It was clear that Mr. Xie wasn't afraid to get blood on his hands.
In this village, including the newly born infants, if they continued to live and grow up here, in the end, they would turn out to be the same type of people with the same mindset. To speak cruelly, it would be better for such children to die young.
