Chen Laohei had already taken action, and Yan Sanpao, who was a few steps behind, could only grit his teeth and hurriedly follow.
When they were still about fifteen to twenty meters away from Chen Hai's ancestral home, the two exchanged glances and nodded.
They deliberately slowed their pace, starting to tiptoe toward the position of the main gate, carefully making their way over.
Chen Laohei had been holding a small axe in his hand the whole time.
As for Yan Sanpao, he reached down to his waist and pulled out a dagger.
Going out to handle affairs and carrying weapons was a habit they both had maintained for a long time.
After all, it's not fear of ten thousand things going wrong, but the fear of that one thing happening.
The local customs of the time were somewhat aggressive; should they be caught red-handed by the homeowner,
simply being reported and sent to the police station would be considered lucky on their part.
