In this era when the executions after autumn every year are all held at the West Four Archways in the inner city, the Outer City Vegetable Market Street… that is the real Vegetable Market Street. Every morning, farmers transporting vegetables to the city to sell and people buying vegetables can crowd the entire street. Apart from that, it has no additional functions.
At this time of the afternoon, the place should be covered with leaves and sparsely populated, but now many people have come here, and the focus is naturally on the men surrounded. At this moment, these people no longer have the bright clothes they had just worn downstairs at Xinglong Tea House. They are all bruised and battered, and look miserable, but they dare not say a word.
It's not that they don't want to talk, but as soon as they open their mouths, they will provoke a greater backlash. Just now, a woman sitting on the ground crying and wailing told the onlookers about how her daughter went out to deliver something to a relative half a year ago and then disappeared. Even at this moment, she was still talking non-stop with snot and tears.
"My daughter... I spent a whole month looking for her in the outer city. We depended on each other for survival, and I almost wanted to die! I almost searched the entire outer city, and finally heard that she was stuffed into a car by a few burly guys who said they were catching runaway slaves. But when I went to the South City Military Department to report it, no one cared! These people are so heartless and worse than pigs and dogs!"
This woman was not the only one who was crying and screaming. In fact, before her, several people had complained that they had lost their children, their wives, their sisters... In short, regardless of whether it was done by these people in front of them, at this moment, many victims vented their resentment and anger on them.
If it weren't for the brave and vigorous social group - the men of the Iron Shirt Gang - who tried to maintain order, those guys who were tied up tightly and couldn't fight back would have been beaten to death long ago!
This noisy situation lasted for a long time, and more and more people gathered around, and the Iron Clothes Gang gradually couldn't hold on. They used to be a small and dynamic group that made a living by collecting some fees from the shops in the capital. They were all born and raised in the outer cities. Because they didn't have a big backing, they didn't dare to do anything worse, so their scale was not large.
There were only 20 to 30 people in total, and even if they were all gathered here, they had already found that they were gradually becoming powerless. At least for those guys who occasionally rushed forward to punch and kick, they could no longer stop them one by one like they did at the beginning.
There was no way, there were just too many so-called victims. They couldn't even tell which were the real victims, which were those who were trying to take advantage of the situation, and which were those with ulterior motives.
However, thinking of the cold-blooded young man who beat them all up with his bare hands and forced them to submit, everyone had to bite the bullet and continue. Especially Zhao Tieniu, who became the leader of the gang because of his great strength and defeated others - Tieniu is not his real name, but a nickname given to him because of his great strength and fierce fighting - had to fight on the front line.