"What? Lu Ah ran away?" When the villagers heard the news, they became instantly unsettled, "What should we do? Is he going to come back and kill us all?"
"He definitely will. He even dared to kill Hamlin's young master. Killing us would be no different from killing chickens."
"What shall we do?"
"Call Mr. Hamlin, ask him to send people to protect us!"
"Do you know Mr. Hamlin's phone number?"
"I don't."
"Neither do I."
The villagers looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became very oppressive.
"Don't bother calling. We are already here." A man with a crew cut and a face full of horizontal scars, accompanied by dozens of armed bodyguards, appeared, and the villagers immediately felt relieved, smiling broadly: "Thank you, Mr. Hamlin, for remembering us, hehe."