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The villagers were willing to listen to him simply out of habit. In this situation, eliminating Sun Hu, the village bully despised by everyone, would solidify his position in the village and ensure his voice was heard within the group. Those who hold power in a community often survive the longest, and Wang Fugui did not want to die early in this desolate mountain. He aimed to be the last one standing.
Having decided to kill Sun Hu, he pondered how to do it without fail. Confronting him directly was out of the question; Sun Hu stood at nearly six feet tall, his muscular frame as solid as a young bull. Not only would Wang Fugui, a frail middle-aged man, struggle against him, but even two strong young men might not stand a chance.
Thus, Wang Fugui devised a plan. He pretended to invite Sun Hu for a drink, intending to get him drunk before launching a surprise attack from behind. This approach seemed foolproof.
Looking at Sun Hu sprawled on the ground, Wang Fugui sighed, "What a waste of good wine." Shaking his head to himself, he made his way down the slope toward the open area where the villagers gathered.
He called out to the villagers from their tents and stood before them, raising his voice: "Fellow villagers, Sun Hu has been bullying us, stealing our food and injuring several people. I have taken care of that scoundrel."
Upon hearing that Sun Hu was dead, disbelief washed over the villagers' faces as they whispered among themselves. Wang Fugui led them to the northern slope.
There lay Sun Hu's body, lifeless on the ground with his skull crushed by a rock and his upper clothes stained with blood. The sight stirred immediate agitation among the villagers; many rushed forward to kick and beat Sun Hu's corpse, while others spat on it. It was clear that this village bully had accumulated too much resentment over time, and now everyone wanted to reclaim what he had taken from them.
Soon enough, after enduring a barrage of blows from the villagers, Sun Hu's body was unrecognizable, reduced to a mass of pulpy flesh and blood. Once the villagers had vented their anger sufficiently, Wang Fugui pulled half a bag of rice from his pocket.
He moved through the crowd and handed it to a man with a swollen face. "Kong Er Gou, this is the bag of rice that Sun Hu took from you. Take it back."
Kong Er Gou looked at the reclaimed food with gratitude overflowing in his eyes and nearly fell to his knees in thanks. Wang Fugui hurriedly supported him: "Take care of your injuries when you get home and remember to look after your mother."
At that moment, applause and cheers erupted from behind Wang Fugui in the crowd. "Director Wang truly thinks of us all!"
"Indeed, Director Wang has truly rid us of a menace," the villagers shouted, waving their fists in excitement.
"Director Wang is wise," they chanted.
Wang Fugui's lips curled into a slight smile; he had achieved the effect he desired.
Sun Hu remarked, "This village tyrant has dominated for years. Removing him aligns with the will of the people."
With this, it was certain that his leadership position in the village would be secure moving forward.
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