Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Han Laowai forced himself to sit up, hastily wiping the blood from his face with his tattered sleeve. His murky eyes blazed with extreme resentment: "I want Zhao Shanhe dead!" "I want his entire family to be buried with my Da Long!"

Scarface Liu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looked at him like he was an idiot, and sneered, "Die? How will you die?"

"You think you can just take this little bit of money on the table, hire dozens of thugs in town armed with machetes and homemade guns, sneak into Kaoshantun in the middle of the night, and shoot him to death?"

"Stop dreaming! I already told you, that little bastard is a living devil. He can single-handedly smash the limbs of more than a dozen burly men with weapons! The bunch of useless trash you hired would be no match for him; they couldn't even handle his two dogs!"

"Not to mention that he is now the god of wealth of Kaoshantun, and the whole village depends on him for food."

Scarface Liu found the whole thing increasingly absurd, slamming his fingers heavily on the table: "Not to mention he's the god of wealth for Kaoshan Village now; the whole village depends on him for their livelihood." "You send a group of men to his house? Do you think the able-bodied men of the village's security team will just stand by and watch? You'll probably be riddled with bullets before you even reach the edge of his courtyard wall!"

Old Han gritted his teeth, his only remaining left hand digging desperately into the frozen ground: "There's always a chance!"

"I refuse to believe that bastard will stay holed up in the village like a turtle forever! If he ever comes out, we'll have someone take care of him!"

Scarface Liu seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "You think it's that simple!"

"Where is he going? To the Red Star Machinery Factory? He's the factory director now! Hundreds of workers support him, and the security guards are armed with real weapons. If you take men to the factory to kill him, you're just asking for trouble!"

The air inside the cellar suddenly stopped.

Han Laowai lunged forward, the scabs on his face bursting open again, revealing a reckless madness: "Then what do you suggest we do!"

"I don't care what method you use, I'm giving you three days. Before the first incense offering at the Grand Dragon Head Cemetery on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, I'm going to offer this bastard's head as a sacrifice to my son's grave!"

Scarface Liu was already being threatened with a handle against him, and he was seething with anger. Upon hearing this commanding tone, the veins on his forehead bulged instantly.

"You old bastard, you dare order me around!"

He leaped up like a furious leopard, raising his fist as if to smash it hard against the bloodied face.

But the fist stopped abruptly halfway through its swing.

Han Laowai didn't even try to dodge.

The old man stiffened his neck to meet his fist, his murky, dead fish eyes revealing a deathly aura that seemed to drag everyone down to hell with him.

Scarface Liu clenched his molars, making a grinding sound.

Seeing this stubborn, defiant attitude, he finally gave in and dejectedly withdrew his fist.

He plopped back down on the stool, rubbing his face in frustration. "Stop fucking impatient. Even a desperate attempt to kill has its methods. Let me think of something..."

The dugout was so quiet that the only sound was the faint cracking of the kerosene lamp wick.

Scarface Liu pulled out a crumpled cigarette and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

A full cigarette's worth of time passed.

Scarface Liu's lips, which were clenched around a cigarette, suddenly twitched, and a cold, sharp light burst forth from his single, bloodshot eye.

"Got it."

Scarface Liu raised his head, staring intently at Han Laowai, and gave an extremely sinister sneer: "This little bastard's recent movements do indeed have a fatal flaw."

"He is now the director of the Red Star Machinery Factory, but these days he hasn't even gone to the factory. He's been taking those two dogs deep into Laoyagou every day."

Scarface Liu took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke: "The snow in Laoyagou is about to melt completely. Going into the deep mountains so frequently at this time... I bet he's got his eye on some extremely important livestock. If we want this living devil dead, we have to do it this way, set him up in a trap in the forest!"

Han Laowai's cloudy eyes darted around, but there was little joy on his bloodied and mangled face.

He grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground with his left hand: "But you said it yourself, this little beast is a ruthless killer! His rapid-fire pistol is incredibly accurate, and the two dogs beside him are fiercer than wolves. Even in the woods, ordinary thugs with homemade guns loaded with iron shot can't even touch the hem of his clothes!"

"If ordinary homemade guns won't work, then we'll find some with harder barrels! If a few people aren't enough, then we'll call more!"

Scarface Liu slammed the half-smoked cigarette butt in his hand onto the ground and crushed it to pieces with the sole of his shoe.

He leaned forward abruptly, his single, bloodshot eye fixed on the gold bars on the table, then looked at Han Laowai: "Take out all your hidden stash of money! Don't leave a single penny of the gold and silver you've been hiding in Blind Man's Gully! As long as the money's right, what kind of vengeful ghost can't we hire?"

"A couple of days ago, four hardened criminals escaped from a major prison in the north."

"The leader is called Lei Zi, and he has seven lives on his hands. These guys are real monsters; they exposed the prison guards when they escaped."

Scarface Liu grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed, rotten teeth: "They're carrying two full magazines of Type 56 semi-automatic rifles!"

Han Laowai was startled when he heard this.

"These desperados will take any job as long as they're paid enough gold bars."

Scarface Liu pointed towards Laoyagou, his tone chillingly cold: "Once he's deep in the mountains, with his path blocked from both sides, even if Zhao Shanhe were an invincible demon, facing two military-grade automatic weapons firing in crisscrosses, he'd be turned into a pile of mangled flesh on the spot!"

When Han Laowai heard the words "Type 56 semi-automatic rifle," his cloudy eyes suddenly bulged out.

The face, horribly scorched by the fire, twitched violently, as if being torn apart by extreme pain and ecstasy.

He knew all too well the power of military firearms. Let alone Zhao Shanhe, even a black bear that had become a spirit would be turned into a pile of mud under the continuous fire of a semi-automatic rifle.

"well!"

Han Laowai let out a strange laugh like an owl, coughing up blood as he laughed.

He gripped the blood-stained gold bar on the table tightly with his only remaining left hand and shoved it right under Scarface Liu's eyelids.

"Take this big yellow croaker as a stepping stone!"

Han Laowai, panting heavily, looked like an old wolf making a desperate gamble: "Ten steps into the third collapsed section of the abandoned mine in Xiazigou, there's a rusty old winch on your left. Dig down three feet from the base, and you'll find a metal box."

He stared intently at Scarface Liu's one eye, gritting his teeth as he typed, "Inside, there are six large yellow croakers of the same quality, plus two thousand yuan in cash! This is all my savings for my funeral!"

Scarface Liu's eyelid twitched violently.

Six large yellow croakers, two thousand yuan in cash.

This old man, who had no descendants, truly emptied his coffers in his quest for revenge.

Han Laowai shakily stood up, supporting himself on the edge of the table. His body was hunched over like a fully drawn, broken bow, like a vengeful demon crawling out of a grave.

"Go and bring these living ghosts to me!"

"I'll personally lead them into the mountains! Find Zhao Shanhe, and then kill him!"

Scarface Liu took a deep breath of the murky air in the dugout, suppressing the greed for the huge sum of money that welled up inside him.

He knew that Han Laowai had his son's Achilles' heel, and there was no way out but to follow this old mad dog to the bitter end.

He deftly stuffed the gold bars on the table into the innermost pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, then grabbed the tattered dog-skin hat draped over the back of the chair and put it on his head.

"Hide well in this dugout and don't go anywhere. As long as I don't come back, even if you starve to death, don't show your face."

Scarface Liu yanked open the broken wooden door, and a biting white wind mixed with snowflakes rushed in, making the kerosene lamp on the table flicker.

He glanced back at Han Laowai, who had disappeared into the darkness, his tone chillingly cold: "I'm going to the dilapidated brick kiln in Xishan'ao tonight to find Lei Zi. Once this deal is finalized, even if Zhao Shanhe has extraordinary abilities, he'll still lose his life in the snow pit of Laoyagou!"