What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

Da Long nodded. He also felt that Lin Chang'an's current state was too dangerous and that he had to be subdued first.

He slowly moved his body closer to Lin Chang'an. In order not to attract Lin Chang'an's attention, he moved very quietly.

Just as he was about to get close to Lin Chang'an, he suddenly reached out and tried to grab the gun in the passenger seat.

But at that moment, Lin Chang'an suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply and slammed on the brakes.

The bread truck suddenly swerved, and the vehicle shook violently.

"what!"

Pan Hong's leg slammed into the seat, causing him to scream in pain and nearly faint.

Da Long lost his balance and fell headfirst under the seat with a thud.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Chang'an stabilized the vehicle and stepped on the accelerator again, causing the bread truck to accelerate once more.

"What the hell do you want?" Pan Hong roared at Lin Chang'an, both angry and in pain.

Lin Chang'an held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the gun from the passenger seat with the other.

Da Long crawled out from under the seat, his mask shattered, revealing a horrific wound on his face, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.

He wiped the rain and blood from his face, his eyes filled with ruthlessness. The fall had completely enraged him.

"Fuck your mother, Lin Chang'an! You really think I'm afraid of you?" Da Long roared, lunging at the driver's seat again and reaching for the homemade pistol.

Lin Chang'an was prepared. He suddenly released the steering wheel with his left hand, grabbed Da Long's wrist with his other hand, and pulled and pressed him into the steering wheel with his strength.

With a sharp "crack," Da Long's wrist was twisted into an unnatural angle, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered. He collapsed under the seat, unable to move.

Pan Hong's eyes were filled with surprise and fear.

The Lin Chang'an he knew had never been this ruthless, let alone broken someone's wrist, or even when arguing with someone.

The man in front of him, with his sinister eyes and ruthless methods, was nothing like the "Chang'an boy" he knew.

He finally realized that Lin Chang'an had truly gone mad, or rather, had truly changed.

He became more ruthless and terrifying than any of them.

"Chang'an, what exactly do you want?"

Pan Hong tried to remain calm, but his imposing manner inevitably weakened: "We're all brothers."

"Brothers? I don't have brothers like you!"

Lin Chang'an sneered, stepped on the gas pedal, and the van swerved, stopping in a back alley.

"Take off your belt!"

Lin Chang'an spoke, pointing his gun at Pan Hong, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Pan Hong resisted, but was shot in the arm again. Terrified, he unbuckled his belt.

Lin Chang'an gestured for Da Long to do as he was told. Although Da Long was unwilling, he had no choice but to comply under the threat of the gun.

Lin Chang'an freed one hand, twisted the two belts together, and quickly tied the two men's wrists behind their backs.

Then he was tightly tied to the seat frame, the knots were tied neatly and firmly, clearly the result of years of tying people up.

"Lin Chang'an, are you crazy? I'll give you 50% of the gold, okay?" Pan Hong struggled, his wrists were tightly bound, and the gunshot wound made him grimace in pain.

Lin Chang'an glanced at the orange-yellow gold and silver jewelry in the bag, feeling a little tempted, but then quickly zipped it up and tossed it at the feet of the passenger seat.

He took out three cigarettes, lit them, and put two into Pan Hong and Da Long's mouths.

"Chang'an, we can talk things out, right? We're brothers." Pan Hong, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, endured the pain as he pondered Lin Chang'an's actions, trying to ease the tension.

"That's right, that's right," Da Long echoed, enduring the immense pain in his arm.

"Since you've said we're brothers, fine, I'll give you two choices."

Lin Chang'an exhaled a smoke ring: "Either I kill you all, or..."

"You're fucking insane!"

Before he could finish speaking, Da Long's voice suddenly rose, interrupting him: "Lin Chang'an, you really are trying to double-cross me."

Looking into Lin Chang'an's sinister eyes, Pan Hong felt a chill run down his spine: "You wouldn't dare kill us; if you did, you'd be committing a grave crime."

"That's right, I won't kill you, not because I'm afraid, but because I don't want to."

Lin Chang'an stroked his chin: "So you have a second option!"

Pan Hong asked coldly, "What choice?"

"Go and turn yourself in!"

Pan Hong's eyes widened in disbelief. "We're robbers, and you're telling us to turn ourselves in?"

Da Long was speechless: "If we surrender, we'll get at least seven or eight years. Lin Chang'an, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Lin Chang'an took a deep drag on his cigarette, shook his head, and said, "It's not us, it's you who go and turn yourselves in. I didn't rob or steal anything, what does it have to do with me?"

Pan Hong and Da Long exchanged a glance; this kid was playing dirty tricks.

"Do you think you can absolve yourself of all responsibility by withdrawing now?"

Pan Hong calmed down: "We planned the gold shop robbery together. You're an accomplice, you can't escape."

"I know."

Lin Chang'an suddenly chuckled, his finger rubbing the trigger, his eyes flashing with malice: "So I'm going to take you two to turn yourselves in. I'll say that you two planned the robbery, forced me to drive, and that I wasn't involved at all, that you forced me to do it."

You want to eat shit?

Pan Hong's eyes flashed sharply: "We will expose you."

"Fine, I knew you wouldn't agree."

Lin Chang'an threw the cigarette butt into the rain, then suddenly bent down, pressing the muzzle of his gun against Pan Hong's chin with such force that it almost pierced his flesh.

Pan Hong's throat bobbed as he struggled to breathe, the gun barrel pressed against his face, which turned ashen.

"So there's a third option!"

Lin Chang'an turned his gaze to Da Long, his tone still calm: "Da Long, your sister is married in a neighboring city, your father is paralyzed in bed and relies entirely on your sister for care, and you also have a girlfriend who works as a cashier at a supermarket, with Saturdays off, right?"

After saying that, he turned back to look at Pan Hong: "Your mother has asthma, and your son just started elementary school this year. He gets out of school at 4:30 every afternoon, right?"

Pan Hong and Da Long's faces instantly drained of color, and they trembled uncontrollably. These were their private matters, which they had never mentioned to Lin Chang'an. How could Lin Chang'an know everything?

"If you dare to expose me, my crime is light, I'll only get two years at most, and then—"

Lin Chang'an sneered, slowly lowering the gun to press against the other man's throat, his tone calm yet carrying a chilling threat.

"I'll kill your whole family!"

These words, spoken casually, carried a chilling and intimidating power.

Pan Hong and Da Long froze, their bodies instantly draining of color.

"You don't dare."

Pan Hong swallowed hard, sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Then you can give it a try."

Lin Chang'an lowered his voice to a whisper, the barrel of his pistol pressed against Pan Hong's wound, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"I mean what I say, I'll leave no one alive!"

Pan Hong and Da Long looked into his fierce eyes. Although Lin Chang'an spoke calmly, neither of them believed that he was trying to scare them.

The sight of Lin Chang'an in front of them instilled a sense of fear in them.

Although it was still the same person, the look in their eyes and the aura they exuded were completely different.

He had a fierce aura about him, as if it had been accumulated over many years of fighting.

It's as if he really killed a lot of people!