A moment later, Tang Youyou, panting and drenched in sweat, sat on a rock to catch her breath. She looked over at Butcher Zhang and the villagers teaching the intruders a lesson and couldn't help but chuckle.
It seemed as though everyone was venting all their bottled-up frustrations, throwing punches and kicks with great intensity. Some were so tired from beating the refugees that they simply sat down on top of them; others were taking off their shoe soles to slap faces; and some were straddling the refugees and pulling out clumps of hair.
Tang Youyou pressed a hand to her forehead. "Good heavens," she thought, "how did this brawl manage to be both ancient and modern at the same time?"
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