Old Zhao, the village chief, watched as both sides remained at an impasse, the situation growing increasingly tense. Fearing that things might escalate to a deadly level, he quickly stepped forward to mediate.

"Old Huang, look at this mess. Let's talk things over calmly. There's no need to resort to knives and guns! If you swing that shovel, the consequences could be unimaginable, and someone might end up dead!"

As Old Zhao spoke, he reached out to grab the shovel from Huang Shiren's hands.

"Not to mention that murder demands justice, and the police won't let you off. Just consider Wang Anping's side—do you think he'll let it go?" Old Zhao continued to persuade, "Think about it, Wang Anping isn't someone to be trifled with. His influence is no less than yours. If you kill his son, he'll go mad, and you won't gain anything from it."