Chapter 434: Bully Our Big Bro? See if His Fans Let That Slide!

At Wang Yun’s shout, everyone below instinctively looked up at him.

Just as confusion flickered across their faces, the roar of approaching engines echoed in from behind.

Vroom vroom vroom…

“What’s going on? Someone’s coming?”

“Is it the police? That fast?”

“If so, the Mao father and son are done for. They made way too big a scene.”

“Done for? The Maos are locals, born and raised. And the guy from the livestream didn’t get hurt or anything. What are they in trouble for?”

The villagers murmured among themselves, glancing at the stream of cars rolling into the village.

Car after car pulled in—all with local license plates, which only deepened their confusion. 

If they were reinforcements for that guy from the livestream, why would they all have local tags?

“Big brother!”

“Big bro, we’re here!”

“Where is he?! I’d like to see who dares lay a hand on our big brother!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The cars screeched to a halt. From each vehicle, at least three people jumped out—men and women both—many carrying tools in their hands. Those without tools grabbed bricks from the ground the moment they got out, each one wearing a fierce expression, eyes locked on everyone around them.

“Xiao Gang! It’s Xiao Gang! Don’t be scared, Xiao Gang! I’d like to see anyone try and touch you!”

One man at the front of the group spotted Xiao Gang immediately and shouted as he ran toward him.

The twenty or so people behind him followed closely. The intimidating sight sent a dozen workers stumbling backward in fear.

“Who are these people? What are they doing here?!”

“Some of them look kind of familiar… aren’t they from neighboring villages?”

“Could they all be friends of the guy from the livestream? This many?!”

The workers were dazed. These weren’t the kind of people you mess with casually. They’d just meant to give that livestream guy a scare, not actually start a fight—but now things had clearly turned.

“You people… who are you?!” Mao Yan yelled, watching the newcomers glare at him with undisguised hostility.

He instinctively took a step back, but then remembered he had more people on his side, and the whole village was watching. No way would these guys dare start a brawl in broad daylight.

So he puffed up his chest, took a step forward, and bellowed again.

But even though his voice was loud, his eyes darted nervously, making him look more ridiculous than intimidating.

Most of Wang Yun’s reinforcements looked to be in their thirties, some even in their forties or twenties.

All of them brimming with energy and anger.

One man in particular—dressed in a tracksuit and flip-flops—had come rushing over with a pair of pliers in hand. His face was livid as he shouted, “We’re all fans of Big Brother Wang Yun! And this is how you treat him? You think we’re gonna sit back and watch you bully him like this? I’ve already called the cops. And you two, father and son, everything shady you’ve been doing? Your days are numbered. You think this is still the damn feudal era?!”

The man with the pliers was burning with righteous fury.

Mao Yan froze.

“Fans? What fans? What the hell are you talking about? This is a private matter, village business! Nothing to do with you people! Get lost!” he shouted defiantly.

“Ma—Mao Yan, my son…”

But just as he finished yelling, Mao Guo’s face suddenly twisted with fear. His hand trembled as he patted Mao Yan on the shoulder.

Mao Yan turned, confused.

In his father’s hand was a phone, quivering along with his grip. His face had gone pale with dread, as if he’d just seen something truly terrifying.

“What is it, Dad?”

Mao Yan took the phone, frowning. But the moment his eyes hit the screen—

Whoosh.

It was like a cold draft rushed up from under his feet, freezing him to the bone.

On the screen: 32 missed calls.

All from Little Wan, her father, their business partners, and one government number.

The rest of the notifications were messages.

“Brother Guo! Admit your mistake now, get that livestream shut down or we’re done for!”

“Mao Guo, this is Little Wan’s father. You owe my daughter an explanation. If you don’t give one, I’ll pull every single penny out of your projects!”

“Uncle, what is Mao Yan trying to do? Why won’t he pick up the phone? Have you both been lying to me all this time?”

“Mao Guo, this is staff from Ping’an County. You are suspected of public endangerment, inciting unlawful assembly, and refusing to answer official calls. Consider this formal notice. Our personnel are en route to your village. You are required to cooperate with our investigation.”

Missed Calls: +36.

Unread Texts: +18.

An entire screen full.

Each message Mao Yan read dragged his heart deeper into despair. He was only four messages in when the phone suddenly started buzzing again.

Another call.

This time, it was one of their hired workers.

When the phone vibrated in his hand, Mao Yan jolted like he’d been electrocuted—and that accidental flinch… answered the call.

“Boss Mao, it’s bad! The thirty mu of farmland… no idea what happened, but it’s all ruined! The roots are soft, the wheat’s turned black. It’s not a wheat field anymore, it’s a rice paddy!”

The worker’s voice came through loud and clear—so loud that everyone nearby could hear it.

“What? How could that happen?!”

“Boss Mao, want me to go check the fields now?”

“Yeah, I’ll go too, I’ll help!”

Several nearby workers called out helpfully, still unsure what was really happening.

But truthfully? They just wanted out.

Across from them stood twenty-plus people, all young, strong, and clearly ready to throw down.

If it came to a fight, they didn’t stand a chance.

And now, with something conveniently going wrong in the fields—that was their perfect excuse to get the hell out.