Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Jiang Tianyang's back was soaked with cold sweat. Having been in the underworld for many years and seen many storms, he now felt like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake, unable to move.

He thought Scarface's words were absurd, but now that the boy was standing in front of him, the murderous aura emanating from him was more intense than any mercenary he had ever seen.

This child could kill him at any moment.

But he was a man of the world, so he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Little friend, what's your name?"

"Lin Tian".

Lin Tian, ​​this is Lin Tian.

Lin Tian, ​​Scarface's right-hand man and the one who single-handedly took down more than thirty people, is a close confidant of Liang Kun.

Jiang Tianyang instinctively took a step back, his leg hitting the chair leg, and he almost fell over.

Lin Tian slowly curled into a smile. "Mr. Jiang, didn't you send people to ambush me on the road? What, have you forgotten so quickly? You must be a forgetful person."

Jiang Tianyang's mind went blank for a moment. He turned his head and glared at Scarface, who was kneeling on the ground. Scarface's face was pale, and he was shaking his head desperately, his meaning was very clear.

I didn't bring it; he came along on his own.

"This...this..."

Jiang Tianyang felt as if an invisible knife was held to his neck. He never expected that Scarface would lead this person to his door.

Scarface was his confidant, having followed him for over ten years. How could he betray him?

Unless Scarface never intended to betray him and the child came along on his own.

"Don't think about it."

Lin Tian's voice interrupted his thoughts, "I came here with Scarface. I heard you wanted to kill me, so I came to see you."

Look who's got guts. The last guy with guts is now just ashes scattered.

Jiang Tianyang felt as if his heart was being squeezed.

Jiang Tianyang has been in the underworld for so many years, what storms haven't he seen?

He has killed people, been chased, crawled out of piles of corpses, and experienced all kinds of situations from Southeast Asia to Hong Kong. He has never been afraid of anyone.

But now, facing this eight-year-old child, he was afraid.

The fear wasn't because the other party was so powerful, but because he couldn't see through them at all.

Jiang Tianyang took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm, "Lin Tian, ​​I can give you money, lots and lots of money. Name your price, anything is fine. Just let me go."

He speaks very quickly, as if afraid of being rejected if he speaks too slowly.

Lin Tian took a step forward, the axe dragging on the ground with a harsh scraping sound. "If I kill you, your money will be mine, won't it?"

"Mr. Jiang, you're a worldly man, how could you say such foolish things?"

Jiang Tianyang's pupils contracted sharply, and he felt as if his blood had frozen.

"Lin Tian, ​​don't go too far!"

One of the bald bodyguards couldn't help himself and drew a pistol from his waist. "Mr. Jiang is being polite to you. You really think you're something special? You're just a little kid who hasn't even grown his first beard yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, the axe had already flown over.

"Pfft!"

The bald bodyguard's head flew up, spun twice in the air, hit the wall, and bounced back to the ground.

Blood spurted from his neck, splattering onto the faces of those nearby.

The body swayed slightly before falling straight down.

The study was quiet for a moment.

Then, screams, shouts of killing, and gunshots rang out.

Jiang Tianyang hid under the desk and was protected by several confidants as he retreated towards the door. His men rushed in from outside and opened fire on Lin Tian with their guns.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Bullets rained down like a storm, smashing books on the shelves to pieces, riddling the paintings and calligraphy on the walls with holes, and shattering the chandelier, its glass falling like raindrops.

But Lin Tian was gone, vanished into thin air.

Everything happened without any sense of incongruity.

Jiang Tianyang hid behind a marble pillar, panting heavily. His forehead was covered in blood from cuts made by broken glass.

At that moment, his mind went completely blank.

"Where are they? Where did they go?"

His trusted confidant, holding a gun, looked around.

"later!"

Someone shouted.

Jiang Tianyang suddenly turned his head and saw a small black figure weaving through the crowd, moving so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, like a ghost.

With each fall of the axe, one person fell.

Screams, the sound of bones breaking, and the clanging of metal mingled together, filling the study with a strong stench of blood.

"ah--!!!"

Another person has fallen.

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

One of the henchmen broke down, threw down his gun, and ran towards the door.

The axe flew over and embedded itself in his back.

He collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then remained still.

Jiang Tianyang slumped to the ground, trembling as he looked at his men lying in pools of blood and at the child covered in blood.

Dozens of people died in less than two minutes.

They didn't run away, they didn't surrender, they died.

They're all dead.

Blood stained the villa.

Lin Tian walked over step by step, and said with a calm smile, "Mr. Jiang, do you have any last words?"

Jiang Tianyang looked at him, into those unfathomable eyes, his lips trembling as he tried to say something.

He knew he wasn't going to survive.

"I...I...I have another son...he's only ten years old...please..."

"I see."

Lin Tian interrupted him, "You and your son want to unite, right? I'll have him go down and find you. You wait here."

Jiang Tianyang was taken aback, not expecting him to agree.

The axe fell.

The study fell silent again.

Jiang Tianyang killed all his men, sparing not a single one, not even the wolfhound he kept in the yard.

Lin Tian stood up, shook the blood off his axe, looked around, and searched the villa.

He stored all the valuables in the space: gold bars, cash, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, firearms, and even the Duan inkstone on his desk.

Regardless, it's still money.

It's estimated that the amount involved is around 70 to 80 million.

"Sure enough, if you want to get rich, you have to kill and set fires to get a gold belt. In this cannibalistic society, if you don't want to be eaten, you have to have good teeth, preferably teeth that can't be damaged by bullets."

Lin Tian ransacked the villa, even taking the deed. He'll sell it later, making a fortune.

At the same time, on the other side.

Just like Lin Tian, ​​Zhang Shih-hao, who was keen on making money, had just robbed an armored truck. In the past two days, a series of major events have occurred in Hong Kong, and it seems that there are problems within the police station.

Well, here comes the opportunity.

Ah Xun said excitedly, "Brother Hao, if we don't use this money to buy some powerful equipment, Hong Kong hasn't been very peaceful lately."

Ah Hao nodded in agreement and said, "Brother Hao, Hong Kong is in chaos now. As the saying goes, troubled times breed heroes. We can do something big and just rob a bank."

Zhang Shih-hao shook his head and then nodded, saying, "Stockpiling equipment is fine, but robbing a bank is not an option, at least not now. If anyone's going to rob one, it should be someone else."

In an instant, Ah Xun thought of Yang Jiguang, who always wanted to split the profits with Hao Ge.

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