Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Inside one of the cars in the chase, Scarface sat in the passenger seat, his face trembling with laughter: "Hahaha! They can't escape, hurry and catch them!"

The blond-haired thug floored the gas pedal, tailgating the Mazda, and smugly remarked, "Don't worry, boss, he's driving a Mazda. If he doesn't cause traffic jams, who will?"

Scarface burst into laughter, and his henchmen in the car joined in.

We chased them all the way from Mong Kok, and arranged seven or eight cars, a dozen or so motorcycles, and more than thirty brothers, which was more than enough to deal with a Mazda.

The boss said there's a million-dollar reward for killing that child.

The Mazda sped onto a side road, with hillsides and fields on either side.

Looking in his rearview mirror, Mr. Liu saw that there were more and more pursuers behind him, seven or eight cars and more than a dozen motorcycles, their accelerators revving like locusts.

The road conditions ahead worsened, becoming a bumpy dirt road. The Mazda's low chassis made the ride extremely bumpy.

"Young master, there's no road ahead!"

Master Liu's voice sounded a little strained.

"Drive down the hillside," Lin Tian pointed to the right.

"What?"

"Drive down the hillside." Lin Tian's voice left no room for argument.

Master Liu gritted his teeth, slammed the steering wheel, and thought, "So what if I die? Today I'll go crazy with the young master."

I floor the gas pedal, and I don't care about anyone else.

The Mazda sped off the roadbed and rushed down a 50-degree slope.

The vehicle jolted violently, scraping against gravel from the undercarriage and sending sparks flying.

Master Liu gripped the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Young Master, we can't see anything in the rearview mirror. What if the people behind us catch up?"

Looking out the window at the cars that were hot on their heels, Lin Tian slowly smiled and said, "There's a grove of trees up ahead. Go in and park. I'll handle the rest."

"what?"

Mr. Liu's mind went blank for a moment. He couldn't understand how an eight-year-old child could deal with more than thirty knife-wielding thugs, but he still did as instructed.

The Mazda sped into the grove and stopped under a large tree.

White smoke was billowing from the hood, and the car body was covered in mud and scratches.

Master Liu was panting heavily, his palms were sweaty, and he thought to himself: This is fucking exciting!

The pursuers quickly closed in.

Seven or eight cars surrounded the Mazda, and more than a dozen motorcycles blocked all escape routes.

The car door opened, and more than thirty men carrying machetes stepped out, each looking fierce and menacing.

Scarface got out of the car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a machete in his hand, and walked up to the Mazda, tapping on the car window with the back of his knife.

"get off!"

Lin Tian pushed open the car door and got out.

He was wearing a school uniform and carrying a backpack, looking like an ordinary elementary school student, except that he had a bloodstained axe in his hand that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Scarface's eyelids twitched. He stared at the axe for two seconds, then laughed. "Oh, you've brought a weapon? Kid, can you kill someone with that? Who could you kill?"

The henchmen next to him burst into laughter, their laughter grating.

Lin Tian tilted his head, looking at the scarred man with an innocent smile: "Who sent you?"

Scarface spat out his cigarette butt: "Who cares who sent you? If you know what's good for you, come with us. Otherwise—"

He patted Lin Tian's backpack with the knife, then patted his shoulder. Just as he was about to continue speaking, Lin Tian took a step forward.

"What else?"

Scarface was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this child to be so bold, daring to move forward even when surrounded by more than thirty people.

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly felt my hand go light.

Looking down, he realized the machete in his hand was gone.

Lin Tian held the machete in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it on the ground.

"I'll ask you one more time, who sent you?"

Scarface's expression changed, and he subconsciously took several steps back to create distance.

The speed was so fast that I didn't even have time to react before my weapon was snatched from my hand.

Is this the Chinese Kung Fu described in the intelligence?

So talented at such a young age, this child must not be allowed to live!

"I'm asking you a question."

Lin Tian's voice was still very soft, but it sounded like frost to Scarface's ears.

The henchmen next to him finally realized what was happening and raised their machetes.

"Boss! Should we cut him or not?"

Scarface gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Chop! Chop him to death!"

More than thirty people rushed forward at the same time.

Mr. Liu, sitting in his car, was so frightened by what he saw that he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, half of the thirty-odd people had already collapsed.

The small figure in the school uniform weaved through the crowd; with each fall of the axe, someone fell.

Blood splattered, screams, the sound of bones breaking, and the clanging of metal blended together.

The ground was covered in blood and severed limbs.

Scarface lay sprawled on the ground, trembling as he looked at the blood-soaked child. In all his years in the underworld, he had never seen anyone like this.

This is not a human, it's a monster.

Lin Tian walked up to him, looked down at him, and asked, "Who sent you?"

Scarface's lips trembled: "Mr...Mr. Jiang..."

"Isn't he dead?"

"Mr. Jiang is dead, but his brother has returned. After learning that you helped Liang Kun seize power, he inquired about you and had us ambush and kill you."

Jiang Tianyang?

Lin Tian laughed and gently patted the scarred man's face with the axe. "Why doesn't he dare to kill Jiang Kun?"

Scarface said fearfully, "I don't know which arms dealer Young Kun bought a lot of weapons. Now everyone around him has a submachine gun. We dare not go there. We can only eliminate his left and right arms first."

Everyone has a submachine gun?

Has Leung Kwan struck it rich?

Lin Tiandu was slightly surprised, because just two days ago, when Hung Hing and Tung Sing clashed, they were using pistols.

Now it's just birds and rifles?

Hong Kong is in such chaos, doesn't the police do anything about it?

What he didn't know was that the police were too busy to deal with this; their own ranks were in complete disarray.

Even the police inspector was dismissed.

"You say I'm Brother Kun's right-hand man, then who's the other one?"

Scarface looked at Lin Tian with suspicion. "You're all in the same group, don't you know each other?"

Can you please stop playing around?

"He...he is Dajun."

Has Dajun defected to Liang Kun?

Lin Tian was somewhat surprised, but then he remembered that it was Jiang Kun who had sent Dajun to the hospital, so it made sense.

Liang Kun is actually quite good to his own people, much better than that idiot Da B, who is always trying to screw over his underlings.

Chan Ho-nam really followed the wrong person.

Now that we know who's behind this, things are much easier to handle.

"Go back and tell Jiang Tianyang to wash his neck clean. I'll take his life."

Lin Tian stood up, put away the axe, and walked to the Mazda.

Master Liu was still sitting in the driver's seat, his face pale and his whole body trembling. He whispered, "Young...Young Master."

"Master Liu, let's go back to school."

Master Liu swallowed hard and started the car.

The Mazda slowly drove out of the grove, leaving behind a pile of corpses and blood.

Scarface lay sprawled on the ground, watching the Mazda disappear from sight, before letting out a long sigh of relief.

It's good to be alive.

He struggled to his feet and staggered toward his car. He was going to tell Jiang Tianyang that the child was not to be trifled with.

Inhuman!

The thirty-odd corpses on the ground were their fate.

The car started and drove out of the woods.

Scarface's hands were trembling as he drove. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like there was a pair of eyes watching him from the shadows.

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