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Without a word, the short, stocky scarred man roared and charged at Lin Dachun like a bull, swinging his fist, as big as a bowl, at his face, creating a gust of wind.

If this hits hard, an ordinary person's nose bridge would definitely collapse.

Lin Dachun, however, did not take the bait.

Despite his advanced age, he moved with remarkable agility, twisting his waist and sliding to the side just as the fist was about to strike.

At the same time, his left hand shot out like lightning, not to block, but to grab the wrist joint that the third brother's attack had exposed after missing!

One bite, one twist!

"Ouch!" Scarface cried out in pain, feeling as if his wrist had been clamped in an iron clamp and twisted halfway around, instantly losing half the strength in his arm.

Taking advantage of his staggering figure, Lin Dachun swiftly hooked his ankle with his right foot.

"Thump!"

Scarface lost his balance and fell flat on his face, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The smile on the short, thin man's face froze.

Ma Guihua covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Scarface, despite his thick skin and heavy fall, was driven to ferocity.

He roared as he got up, no longer charging recklessly, but instead spreading his arms, trying to use his strength to grab Lin Dachun and throw him to the ground.

Lin Dachun's eyes were cold and sharp. He didn't flinch or dodge. Just as Scarface was about to hug him, Lin Dachun shrugged and twisted his waist, delivering a ruthless and accurate elbow strike. It was like an iron pestle, heavily pounding into Scarface's chest near the Tanzhong acupoint as he charged forward!

"Hmm!"

Scarface felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. He groaned, his momentum abruptly halted, his face turned deathly pale, and he doubled over in pain, his breath caught in his chest.

Lin Dachun gave him no chance to catch his breath, and stepped forward, pressing down on the back of his neck with his left palm, while raising his right knee as if to smash into his face.

If that hits hard, Scarface will be crippled if he doesn't die.

"Stop! We surrender!"

The scarred man's horrified voice finally rang out.

Scarface realized that this old hunter was ruthless and experienced, and every move he made was aimed at vital points. He was no match for a thug like Scarface who only relied on brute force.

If I keep fighting, I'll be crippled.

Lin Dachun's knee came to a steady stop just inches from Scarface's nose, and then he released his grip.

Scarface clutched his chest, slumped to the ground, coughing violently, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Lin Dachun.

Lin Dachun straightened up, dusted off his hands, and was slightly out of breath, but his back was ramrod straight.

He looked at Scarface on the ground, his gaze sharp as lightning, and said, "According to the rules, we'll carry the deer away. Make way."

Scarface's face was extremely ugly, but he had agreed to the rules himself, and the other party had indeed won by skill. In front of everyone, if he cheated again, he would really not be able to get along in this mountain area in the future.

He gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Lin Dachun, then glanced resentfully at the deer, finally squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth:

"You win! Let's go!"

Scarface and his gang, covered in dust and dirt, disappeared into the nearby woods.

Only after they had completely disappeared from sight did Lin Dachun slowly exhale a breath of stale air, his tense muscles relaxed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

What seemed easy just now was actually dangerous and had taken a lot of his energy out of him.

"Brother Dachun! You're amazing!" Ma Guihua finally dared to run over, both surprised and delighted, her eyes full of admiration.

"It's nothing. I learned a few farming tricks when I was young. I can handle these burly thugs who are all brawn and no brains." Lin Dachun waved his hand, bent down to pick up the hunting rifle leaning against the tree, and put it back on his sling. "Let's get going. We can't stay here any longer."

The two men lifted the heavy deer again, this time with faster and more vigilant steps.

Although the thugs from Majiapo were driven away, there was no guarantee they wouldn't gather more people to retaliate.

Fortunately, there were no further setbacks along the way.

When the familiar outlines of the houses in Linchangtun came into view, the two of them finally felt relieved.