Zhou Xiangxing lowered his head and laughed sarcastically in his heart. Whether he confesses or not, he can't escape death. What's there to say?
"Get the grain, get the grain!" The members below couldn't wait any longer.
The police couldn't stop this situation. The leader who came here glanced at Wang Jianqiang.
"Captain of the village, select forty people, follow us, and retrieve the people's hard-earned grains."
Wang Jianqiang didn't bother with pleasantries and directly sought out the remaining four squad leaders along with the village's robust laborers.
Jiang Xinyu watched as they grandly followed two police officers and the securely tied Zhou Jiaxing up the mountain, feeling relieved.
This matter was handled beautifully by Wang Jianqiang. It seems someone has been eyeing this grain.
The remaining people didn't move, with Zhou Xiangxing still kneeling in the field. There were also four remaining police officers.
