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

Scarface Liu lay sprawled in the mud, his entire body of fat trembling uncontrollably.

His single, bloodshot eye was fixed on Zhao Shanhe, his mind buzzing with what felt like thousands of wasps, filled with utterly absurd shock and fear.

What's going on here? How did Zhao Shanhe find this place?

This is the deep forest of Northeast China. The forest outside Kaoshantun stretches for hundreds of miles, and Xiazigou is an extremely desolate place where even experienced hunters who have been hunting in the mountains for years do not want to go near it.

Han Laowai had been hiding in this dead hole for over a decade, and even the town's police had never been able to find a trace of it.

Is this little beast human or ghost? How could he possibly plunge headfirst into this abandoned mine pit without any mishap in this forest that stretches for hundreds of miles?

Extreme shock and inner fear caused Scarface Liu's mind to go blank for a brief moment.

His lips trembled, his eyes flickered, and he instinctively tried to make up some underworld jargon to fool people and buy some time.

But Zhao Shanhe didn't give him a single moment to think.

Seeing the fleeting glint of calculation in Scarface Liu's eyes, Zhao Shanhe's gaze turned cold.

He abruptly retracted the barrel, gripped the gun with both hands, and swung the heavy, sturdy wooden stock down mercilessly onto Scarface Liu's fat face.

boom!

A dull thud was followed by a sickening cracking sound.

"ah--"

Scarface Liu let out a bloodcurdling scream, as half of his body was smashed and slammed into the mud.

He suddenly turned his head and vomited a large amount of black blood mixed with rotten flesh. Among the blood were four or five broken, yellow teeth with denticles.

Zhao Shanhe pressed the blood-stained butt of his gun against the man's chest, making his sternum creak, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Where is Han Laowai?"

The excruciating pain brought tears and snot streaming down Scarface Liu's face. He covered his chapped, leaky mouth and shook his head desperately, "Shanhe... no, Director Zhao! I really was just passing by... I came to collect some scrap metal, I don't know any Han Laowai!"

Zhao Shanhe did not respond.

He leaned the foreign-made rifle against the rock wall beside him, squatted down, and grabbed Scarface Liu's right arm with his left hand.

There was no warning whatsoever.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed his wrist with his right hand and snapped it back like a broken twig.

Click!

A crisp sound of bone breaking echoed through the mine. The stark white bone fragment pierced through the sleeve of the thick cotton-padded coat, splattering blood as it emerged.

"Holy crap! My arm! Holy crap!"

Scarface Liu's eyes suddenly bulged out, and he thrashed about in pain like a catfish thrown onto dry land.

He rolled around in the mud, his whole body instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Zhao Shanhe watched him struggle on the ground with a blank expression.

Once his rolling around subsided a little, Zhao Shanhe slowly picked up his gun again, grinding the sole of his shoe against the edge of the wound on the man's severed arm: "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I'll ask you one more time, where is Han Laowai?"

"He ran away! He really ran off to another place!"

Scarface Liu convulsed in pain, clenching his teeth, cold sweat mixed with mud streaming down his face. "Zhao Shanhe, believe me this once! That old bastard is truly terrified of you! He doesn't even want to avenge his son and apprentice anymore! He was afraid you'd seek revenge, so he fled the town overnight. He didn't even dare to come and retrieve the money he hid here himself, which is why he promised me a favor and begged me to make this trip!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at Scarface Liu, who was begging for mercy like a lump of mud at his feet, and a cold mockery flashed in his eyes.

I don't believe it.

Zhao Shanhe spoke very softly, but the force of his foot gradually increased, grinding the broken bone into the flesh with a cracking sound: "Han Laowai is a dog with no descendants. If someone lays a finger on him, he'll tear off a piece of flesh from that person's entire family. He didn't send you to dig up his coffin lid that's been sitting for decades to escape, but to buy my life, didn't he?"

Scarface Liu's one bloodshot eye suddenly shrank, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand.

He never expected that Zhao Shanhe's mind was so ruthless, seeing through Han Laowai's little scheme at a glance.

Just as his eyes darted around, and he was about to bite the bullet and make up another excuse, Zhao Shanhe had completely lost patience.

There were no unnecessary movements.

Zhao Shanhe raised his right foot directly, and with the heavy, hard sole of his military boot, he kicked Scarface Liu's intact left knee without any mercy.

Click!

A cracking sound, even more muffled and terrifying than the earlier severed arm, exploded in the mine.

His entire left leg bent outward at an extremely bizarre angle in an instant, and the white bone fragments pierced through his blood-stained cotton pants.

"Ah—!" Scarface Liu let out an extremely shrill scream, his throat breaking on the spot.

The excruciating pain instantly shattered all his psychological defenses.

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of rotten flesh, crying and howling, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Stop hitting me..."

Zhao Shanhe held the gun in one hand, and shoved the gun barrel, which was emitting the smell of gunpowder, directly into Scarface Liu's wide-open mouth, forcibly silencing the ear-piercing scream.

He looked down at the pile of rotting flesh, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Speak now. If I hear even half a lie in your next sentence, I'll smash every last joint in your body and leave it in this charnel ground to feed the rats."

The gun barrel swirled in his mouth. Scarface Liu tasted the strong metallic rust and blood, and was terrified, nodding frantically.

Zhao Shanhe pulled the muzzle of the gun outward by an inch.

"In...in town!"

Scarface Liu gasped for breath, breathing heavily like a broken bellows, rambling incoherently, "He's hiding in the secret cellar of my mountain produce shop on the back street! He told me to take this money to the dilapidated brick kiln in Xishan'ao... to bribe those guys who just ran over..."

He had only spoken halfway through his sentence.

The black dragon, which had been staring intently at the ground, suddenly shuddered, and the black, shiny mane on its back instantly stood on end.

It suddenly raised its huge head, its cold eyes fixed on the dark entrance to the mine tunnel, and a low growl, full of hostility yet extremely restrained, came from deep in its throat.

At almost the same time, the Azure Dragon beside it also lowered its front body, assuming an attack posture ready to pounce and bite.

Someone is coming.

Zhao Shanhe's nerves tightened instantly, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Before Scarface Liu could finish explaining his background, he swiftly and smoothly twisted his wrist, which was holding the gun, and the heavy wooden stock, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into the back of Scarface Liu's ear.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Before Scarface Liu could utter a single word, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed into the mud like a toad whose spine had been removed.

Zhao Shanhe moved extremely quickly, without the slightest hesitation.

With his left hand, he grabbed the back of Scarface Liu's thick cotton-padded coat, and with a single arm, he dragged the two-hundred-pound body backward silently, like pulling a dead dog, directly into the shadow of the huge piece of abandoned ore at the deepest part of the landslide.

As he retreated, he deftly hooked his toe and accurately kicked the scattered tin box deep into the crevice.

Immediately afterwards, the sole of the shoe slammed down, crushing the dim yellow windproof lamp on the ground.

The entire abandoned mine was instantly swallowed up by deathly darkness and silence.

Zhao Shanhe knelt behind the waste ore, suppressing his breathing to the extreme, completely blending into the shadows.

He extended the barrel of his rapid-fire pistol through the gap between two rocks, his thumb firmly resting on the hammer.

In the darkness, the air was so cold it felt like it was about to freeze.

"Crack..."

A very faint sound, like the sound of hard-soled shoes crushing ice shards, drifted in from outside along the cold, damp mine tunnel.

Immediately following was a rustling sound of clothes scraping against the rock wall.

A hoarse voice, low and husky, filled with a strong stench of blood and violence, suddenly rang out in the deathly silence of the cave entrance: "Brother Lei, what the hell is this place? It's really eerie. Did that old blind Liu really get here? The trail of footprints outside ends at the fork in the road; have we lost him?"