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He had noticed that more and more outsiders were gathering around the tent, and he had already anticipated that a conflict with the villagers might occur. Although the two troublemakers who had come to stir up trouble this time were driven away, there was no guarantee that such incidents wouldn't happen again in the future. Whether things would go as smoothly as they had today was uncertain.
The next day at noon, Wang Fugui was lying in his tent resting when Zhao DabaO rushed in, looking anxious and tense. "Director Wang, I can't find my daughter."
Wang Fugui sat up from the ground and asked Zhao DabaO to explain what had happened in detail. It turned out that Zhao Cuihua had left the tent that morning and hadn't returned since. As lunchtime approached, Zhao DabaO began to feel something was off. No matter what she was doing, it was unusual for her not to come back all morning.
After searching around the open area without success, Zhao DabaO hurried over to Wang Fugui, hoping he could help think of a solution. After a moment of contemplation, Wang Fugui said seriously to Zhao DabaO, "Let's do this: I'll gather a few people and we'll search the mountain together. You should also call your family members."
Zhao DabaO nodded at Wang Fugui and quickly ran out of the tent. Wang Fugui called over twenty villagers, dividing them into several groups to search down the hillside. Zhao DabaO also gathered a few members of the Zhao family to join the search party.
The group searched the mountain for an entire afternoon. Just before dusk, a young man rushed up to Wang Fugui and said, "Director Wang, we found a pair of shoes and some torn clothes on the northern slope. They look like they belong to Zhao Cuihua."
"Show me," Wang Fugui replied.
Following the young man, they arrived at the location he mentioned on the northern slope. Wang Fugui saw a pair of women's sneakers and several pieces of torn clothing that indeed resembled what Zhao Cuihua used to wear. Next to the clothes and shoes was a large patch of dried blood, which looked chilling.
Wang Fugui called over Zhao DabaO and asked him to confirm whether the clothes and shoes on the ground belonged to his daughter. Zhao DabaO stared at those items for a long time before suddenly collapsing to his knees and crying out loud.
Wang Fugui stood by, his expression serious as he contemplated the situation.
From the bloodstains on the ground, it was highly likely that Zhao Cuihua had already been killed. The outsiders had begun to attack the villagers, and with this first incident, there would surely be a second and a third. Moreover, there were now nearly eighty of these outsiders gathered together. Such a large number posed a significant threat to the people of Dragon Ridge Village.
A few days later, on a morning, Wang Fugui was pacing in front of his tent when a middle-aged woman rushed up to him, panting heavily. "Director Wang, there are some people fighting over there."
Wang Fugui frowned slightly and replied anxiously, "Quick, take me to see." The middle-aged woman nodded and led Wang Fugui as they hurried toward the south.
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