The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"The car is here! The car is here!"

"Get up, get up, stop sleeping!"

Amidst the shouts, Banggeng, who had eaten noodles for lunch and was taking a nap, rubbed the sleepiness from the corner of his eye.

He lifted something off the ground; what was originally a crossbody bag slung over his shoulder was now hanging around his neck. Looking at the blazing sunlight on the street, he felt a wave of dizziness.

"Boom~!"

The roar of the bus engine grew louder as it approached, and a group of members from the "cleaver gang," who had been hiding in the roadside grove, sprang into action and rushed onto the road.

The way she acted, it was as if her life didn't matter anymore. Like an old lady trying to scam someone, she finally found a Wuling Hongguang and rushed straight at it.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
The still-sleepy Bang Geng suddenly realized that he was involved in a highway robbery!

"Crunch~!"

The tires of the minibus rubbed against the scorching ground, leaving two dark marks on the cement floor.

The driver, seeing the seven or eight people who suddenly appeared on the road, and who were ruthless thugs who took out kitchen knives from their bags and brandished them, hesitated for a moment.

"Run, run, run fast!"

"Ah~~!!"

In the sweltering summer heat, passengers opened the train windows to get some fresh air, only to see menacing-looking gang members banging on the carriage, urging the driver to hurry up and leave.

The female passenger was terrified and could only scream, which did nothing to help. The entire carriage was thrown into chaos.

"Stop the car!"

"Stop the car right now!"

"If you don't stop, I'll chop you up. Stop the car, and your driver will be fine, I won't touch you!"

The members of the "cleaver gang" were extremely arrogant. Led by their captain Chen Kui, they were waiting here on purpose. When they saw the "fat sheep" arrive, they were not about to let them go. Their shouts were enough to intimidate anyone.

On one side of the road is a downhill forest, and on the other side is an uphill slope. The driver either has to go forward, step on the gas, knock down these people, and drive through.

Alternatively, you can slowly reverse without opening the door, but this two-lane road is definitely not wide enough for a minibus to turn around.

The car wasn't going fast enough in reverse, and the cleaver gang members who had caught up started hacking at the car with their cleavers, sparks flying everywhere.

"Thump, thump-thump~!"

"Ah, ah, help me!"

After such a scare, the passengers on the bus became even more chaotic. Those who were originally sitting in good seats by the window were now unwilling to sit down when they saw the cleaver being waved outside.

A cleaver slashing the bus doesn't pose a threat to people, but it hurts the driver. A perfectly good bus is suddenly covered in various knife marks.

The driver stopped and closed his eyes in pain when Chen Kui, who was standing in front of the windshield, made a gesture as if to swing a cleaver at the windshield.

"Damn it, I told you to stop the car, are you pretending not to hear me?!"

Chen Kui, the leader of the team, opened the window from the driver's side, grabbed the driver's arm, and punched the driver in the face.

One punch, two punches, three punches, each one landing squarely on the skin. The driver hurriedly begged for mercy, his left cheek and eye socket swelling up at a visible speed.

"Open the car door, open it, did you hear me?!"

The driver's treatment at that moment terrified the ticket seller; the folding door in the middle of the vehicle was kicked several times by people outside.

The hook lock in the middle of the car door, which originally required pulling down from the inside to open the folding door, was dented until the padlock tongue, unable to bear the weight, broke completely.

"Whoosh!" The folding car door was pushed aside, and several menacing-looking men, carrying kitchen knives, rushed into the carriage. The guy following behind looked quite professional, but his expression wasn't as ferocious as the knife-wielding men; he looked more like a slacker extra.

"Shut up! If anyone makes another sound, I'll chop someone up! You, go watch the driver. If he moves, I'll kill him!"

Bang Geng, who boarded the train late, looked around, unsure of what to do. As a result, he was assigned a task by Kui Ge, who boarded last: to hold a knife to the driver's neck.

This job was relatively simple and required no technical skills. It served to stabilize the situation. Banggeng, who was doing this kind of rough work for the first time, nodded and stepped directly onto the engine hood. The cleaver in his hand rested on the driver's shoulder, startling him.

"Pia~!"

A loud slap rang out. Bang Geng looked over at the sound and saw Chen Kui grabbing a woman by the hair, lifting her up, and slapping her several times. The woman cried the most heartbreakingly.

To be honest, Bang Geng, who lives in Beijing, has never seen such a scene before. Seven or eight people, wielding kitchen knives, each staring at two rows of seats, gave the impression that they would kill someone at the slightest disagreement. The pressure they released was felt by every passenger in the carriage.

After the carriage had completely quieted down, Brother Kui stomped his foot on the carriage, raised his arm, and pointed the cleaver at everyone in the middle and back carriages.

"Have you heard of the Tangshan Cleaver Gang? Huh? Cooperate obediently, and whoever dares to bare their teeth at us, we'll chop them to death! Heh, Tui~!"

He spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground. Looking at everyone in the carriage, men, women, young and old, all staring at him with fear, Brother Kui felt triumphant and enjoyed the look in their eyes.

"That's enough of the warning. If you don't believe me, you can try it. Now, cooperate with us and hand over all the cash and jewelry you're carrying!"

"If I find out anyone hiding this, I'll cut your tendons and cripple them for life!"

"Open the bag, collect the money!"

As Brother Kui shouted, the members of the cleaver gang who boarded the bus opened their satchels one by one, holding a cleaver in one hand and gesturing at the passenger's neck while opening their satchels wide.

People twenty or thirty years from now will probably find it hard to imagine how this scene would feel to them. For someone carrying cash, it would feel like the sky had fallen.

In those days, banks couldn't transfer money across banks, and not only that, but even depositing and withdrawing money across cities was impossible.

This scene can be seen not only on long-distance buses, but also on some old-fashioned green trains in certain areas, which is extremely shocking.

Anyway, after personally participating in the whole thing, I felt completely numb. Only after being involved did I realize how sloppy this group of people were in their work.

As long as your face is fierce enough, your expression is appropriate and intimidating enough, your previously empty handbag can be stuffed with a lot of money in a short time.

"Cry? Why are you crying? Shouldn't you be smiling when you see me?"

Faced with ruthless bandits, the men dared not speak out in anger, and the women beside them could only suffer as well, being robbed and even having their faces touched.

The members of the kitchen knife gang probably didn't think this was excessive; they had done even more outrageous things before. But the man next to them couldn't hold back any longer and stood up.

As a result, he got stabbed in the shoulder. The cleaver gang was no joke; they acted without warning. Their ruthlessness was something the old-timers in Beijing never possessed.

"Stab~!"

His clothes were torn, and a gash appeared on his shoulder, like a baby's mouth, from which blood gushed out. As the cleaver was swung, blood even splattered onto the faces of people nearby and onto the window.

"If you dare stand up again, the next thing I'll do is chop off your neck!"

The women nearby were terrified, covering their mouths so they couldn't make a sound, while the men were in pain, clutching their shoulders and rolling around on the ground, their blood soaking the floor.

Now, the people inside the car were even more terrified. These people really did act without warning, showing no respect for life whatsoever.

The scene was an eye-opener for the gangsters. This job was quite exciting, with blood flowing freely. The arrogance of the cleaver team had indeed reached the point of committing all sorts of evil deeds.

After collecting the money and waiting for everyone to get off the bus, Chen Kui, the last person to disembark, raised the cleaver again and pointed it at the people inside the bus.

"Anyone who dares to report us to the police can try and see if we can find you!" (End of Chapter)