"Old Gao, you're really pushing it!" Young Master Xiao Hu spat viciously. "The Tiger Head Gang's rules can't be broken. Search his place!"
Hearing this, the thugs behind Young Master Xiao Hu charged into Old Gao's home like a pack of ravenous wolves.
"You can't search! You can't!" The woman at his side wailed desperately. She tried to stop them but was held back tight.
CRASH!
The sounds of them ransacking the house could be heard from outside.
BANG!
A perfectly good earthenware jar was smashed violently on the ground, shattering into countless pieces.
Sleeping mats were overturned and scattered everywhere. One thug, still not satisfied, tore open the pillows and quilts with a loud RIIIIP, sending cotton flying through the air.
The crowd watched the tragic scene unfold, but no one dared to step forward and put a stop to it.
