"Bastard, you dare hit me, I'll kill you..."
At first, Nicholas Young was fiercely shouting, but soon, he could only groan, lying on the ground, looking miserable.
The villagers watching felt especially relieved, with some even cheering, but there were also those who looked worried.
Nicholas Young' brother-in-law was the police chief, a powerful figure in the town; offending him could mean trouble.
Very quickly, about twenty minutes passed.
From the other side of the village, suddenly came the screeching of police sirens, and three police cars drove in one after another. When they reached the head of the village, a group of policemen got out and rushed over.
The leader was a mid-fifties, tall and thin middle-aged man, wearing a police uniform, looking unfriendly.
"Move aside, all of you move aside for me!"
