Just then, a loud cry rang out as a middle-aged virago suddenly burst out onto the road, scooping up a child and making a ruckus.
The child cooperated perfectly, crying loudly without a single tear, while casually clutching his stomach and intermittently crying out, "Mom! It's killing me!"
No sooner had these two started making noise than several dozen people suddenly appeared from all directions before the three riders could even dismount to check...
It goes without saying, all the villagers, men and women, young and old, had been waiting in ambush, armed with various implements.
Led by the village chief, they confidently surrounded the three young heroes in the clearing at the village entrance and began to curse and berate them vigorously.
Accusations flew, the gist of which was, "Now you've injured someone, you can't leave, you must pay, or things won't end well with us, our villagers are not to be trifled with."
