"Did I make you scream? If you scream again, I will pierce your throat!" Xie Ning pressed Xiao Huangmao on the Eight Immortals table with one hand, and the sharp metal thorn stretched out between his fingers was facing Huangmao's throat.
"Oh my god." The young man next to him didn't expect that Xie Ning would suddenly attack, and knocked down Brother Huang Mao with one blow.
He was so frightened that he stepped back, but was soon pierced by another metal spike in his calf, and fell to the ground with a "thud".
The remaining three young people were almost all frightened at the same time.
The young people who were hanging around the RV were the first to react and ran towards the iron gate.
"Weird, monster, monster!"
"uncle!"
Xie Ning fell down with a sound, and Song Youzhi immediately understood and hurriedly caught up and grabbed the young man by the back of his neck.
It can easily lift a guy weighing more than 100 kilograms, just like lifting a little chicken.
Song Kexin looked dumbfounded on the sidelines.
"Uncle, tie up everyone before we talk."
By the time Song Youzhi reacted, he had tied the four young men together with hemp rope and gagged them.
His movements were so slippery that even he himself was in a daze.
After experiencing the building siege incident, he subconsciously obeyed the instructions given to his eldest niece.
Song Kexin hurriedly helped the two elders up from the wicker chair, "Are you okay, grandparents?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Song Yaoguo breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't hide the worry in his eyes, "These people just knocked on the door and said they were staff of the village committee."
"As soon as the door opened, they barged in and forcibly registered supplies and people."
"The old woman saw that they looked a bit vicious, so she closed the door of the villa."
"Dad, how many times have I told you not to open the door to strangers casually." Song Youzhi complained softly.
"Hey, let's not talk about that. Just tell me what to do now? Who are they? Why did they come to register for no reason? What do they mean when they say that the world outside has changed?"
"Kexin, show your grandparents some of the videos you recorded earlier and tell them the details." Xie Ning winked at her sister.
Song Kexin nodded, stepped forward and supported the two elders, "Grandpa and grandma, let's go into the house and watch a short video. I'm telling you, you all have to be mentally prepared. Anyway, the situation is quite bad."
"Ah." The old lady glanced at her granddaughter worriedly, then turned to look at Xie Ning, "Ning Ning, aren't you coming in?"
"Grandma, I'll come in later." Xie Ning smiled at the old lady, "It's okay, don't worry about Grandma."
Song Kexin brought the two elders into the living room of the villa and closed the door at the signal from Xie Ning's eyes.
Xie Ning then turned her head and looked at Xiao Huangmao, who was pushed down on the Eight Immortals table by her own hand.
Xiao Huangmao was already frightened out of his mind.
Although Xie Ning had put away the metal spikes, a cool knife was placed on her neck.
The slender blade was pressed against his neck, and he could feel the coldness.
Cold sweat dripped down from Xiao Huangmao's forehead.
Xie Ning looked down at Xiao Huangmao, half-smiling but not smiling, "I think you guys are very naughty, aren't you from Songjiage's village?"
Xiao Huangmao frowned, "You, if you go against our Rescuers Association, I tell you you will regret it."
Xie Ning grabbed his throat with one hand, "Really? How much will you regret it?"
Xiao Huangmao's eyes widened and he lost his voice in an instant.
I felt like my throat was being squeezed tightly by a pair of iron hoop-like hands.