He waved his hand to signal the anxious servants at the gate to remain silent and gestured to the people behind him to be quiet. Yang Mengchen then entered the gate and walked to the reception hall outside. Through the open window, he could clearly see the situation inside the hall, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
Madam Yang Zhou and Shen Qiulan were sitting on the left, with Qiao Niangzi and a few servants standing behind them, their eyes warily watching the people of Huangsha Village.
An old man with a square face and slightly fairer skin than that of a farmer, sporting a mustache, was seated in the main seat. His narrow eyes twinkled calculatingly and enviously.
This was Xiong Wang, the Lizheng of Huangsha Village, with a dozen young men sitting to his lower left.