Zhang Zhong pointed back behind him and said, "Over there."
Seeing Wen Rong want to rush over to take revenge, he hurriedly grabbed him again: "Don't be hasty. Lin Changyou will definitely die, but you don't need to lay a hand on him."
"When will that beast finally die? He's worse than an animal—are we really going to let him keep living?!" Wen Rong's eyes were bloodshot, his small face twisted, like a furious trapped beast, wishing he could charge over right now and hack Lin Changyou to pieces.
Qin San Lang saw this, waved his hand, and the soldiers escorting Lin Changyou began marching into the village.
Wen Rong's eyes lit up as he watched—were they going to behead Lin Changyou?
He was so excited he couldn't speak; he could only drop to his knees with a thud and kowtow to Qin San Lang.
Qi An pulled him up: "Come on, let's go back to the village to witness the execution."
A large crowd surged mightily toward the village.
