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

A cold wind blew in through the broken window, chilling everyone in the room.

Liang Tiejun gripped the broken window frame tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging like old tree roots.

He had been a factory leader for half his life and had seen all sorts of ups and downs.

But today, the situation before him felt like a heavy hammer blow, making his head buzz.

died.

Moreover, he died at the hands of Zhao Shanhe's men.

Liang Tiejun suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Da Niu, his chest heaving violently like an old lion driven to the brink of despair.

"Tell me! Who knocked him down!"

His voice was hoarse and distorted, filled with barely suppressed rage and despair.

The room was deathly silent.

When Sun Weidong saw Liang Tiejun and Zhang Dafa, it was like a drowning dog seeing a lifeline.

He scrambled over from the base of the wall, grabbed Liang Tiejun's leg tightly, and cried until his face was covered in a mixture of blood and tears.

"Director Liang! Help! Director Liang!"

"It was Da Niu! They did it! They stormed in with guns, trying to kill people. Liu San'er was forced to jump down!"

As Sun Weidong howled, he pointed at Da Niu, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes as if he had found a way out of a desperate situation.

"They tried to kill me! Director Liang, look how badly they beat me! If you had arrived a moment later, I would be dead too!"

Erga was so angry that he trembled all over, gripping the bleeding knife and about to charge forward.

"You're talking nonsense! He clearly lost his footing and fell!"

"Go back."

Da Niu let out a low shout.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried an unyielding, deathly stillness.

Erga gritted his teeth and stopped abruptly in place, his eyes red and almost dripping blood.

Da Niu ignored Sun Weidong, who was frantically biting at the ground.

He patted the coal dust off his hands, met Liang Tiejun's murderous gaze, calmly took a step forward, and extended his rough, large hands without resistance.

"Director Liang, I kicked the door down."

I was the one who hit him.

"That semi-automatic rifle was also something I had them take from the guard's gun rack and bring along."

Da Niu looked directly into Liang Tiejun's eyes, his tone completely calm.

"These brothers in the house were all forced to come by me. Liu San'er was also scared out of his wits by me, and he fell down in a panic."

"This whole thing was done by Da Niu all by himself from beginning to end."

Zhang Dafa, who was listening from the side, broke out in a cold sweat, his fat hand trembling as he pointed at Da Niu.

"Da Niu, Da Niu, you're so foolish! This is a murder case! Can you take responsibility for this all by yourself?!"

"I can handle it."

Da Niu interrupted Zhang Dafa.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the dark Workshop No. 1, his voice as deep as cast iron.

"Tiezhu had his bones broken and almost lost his key. Zhao Shanhe isn't here, so I have to avenge him."

"Now that the person is dead, it's a life for a life, I accept it."

Da Niu turned around and stared straight at Liang Tiejun.

"Director Liang, call the police. Let the city bureau arrest me."

"But you have to promise me one thing before the police arrive."

Liang Tiejun stared intently at this stubborn mountain man, his chest heaving violently, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"What are the conditions?"

Da Niu pointed to Er Ga Zi and the other brothers from Kao Shan Tun with red eyes behind him.

"They didn't commit murder. You can put them in solitary confinement or deduct their wages, it's up to you."

"But as long as the door to Workshop No. 1 is closed, you have to keep them on patrol in the factory at night."

Da Niu's eyes suddenly turned extremely fierce. He abruptly lowered his head and glared at Sun Weidong on the ground as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Otherwise, once I get in, who knows how many beasts in human skin are still in the Red Star Factory, eyeing the bottom of Workshop No. 1."

Sun Weidong shuddered at the look in his eyes and instinctively shrank his head closer to Liang Tiejun's legs.

Liang Tiejun remained silent.

He looked into Da Niu's eyes, which were already filled with the will to die, and then looked down at Sun Weidong, who was clinging to his leg and had a sinister and calculating look on his face.

An indescribable absurdity and rage, like a volcano suppressed for millions of years, erupted completely in Liang Tiejun's chest.

"Fuck you!"

With a roar that almost shattered his voice, Liang Tiejun swung his arm and slapped Da Niu hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The sharp sound was like a thunderclap in the deathly quiet shack.

Liang Tiejun, having served in the military, possessed genuine martial arts skills, and this slap was delivered with ruthless force and fury.

Da Niu's face, covered in coal dust, swelled up visibly, his mouth split open instantly, and blood dripped down his chin.

But he was like an iron pillar driven into the ground, standing still without even swaying, without even the instinct to dodge, just stubbornly enduring it.

Erga Zi roared in panic and lunged forward, but Da Niu grabbed his chest and pushed him back.

"Director Liang was right to hit him, I admit it." Da Niu swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice still as hard as iron.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Liang Tiejun's eyes were bloodshot. He pointed at Da Niu's nose and cursed loudly, his saliva almost spraying onto Da Niu's face.

"You bunch of damned bastards! Do you really think you're heroes? Murderers taking the blame? What do you take this public property for! What do you take me, Liang Tiejun, for!"

After cursing Da Niu, Liang Tiejun suddenly turned around.

Those eyes, which looked like they were about to devour someone, instantly fixed on Sun Weidong, who was lying on the ground.

Sun Weidong felt a chill run down his spine under Liang Tiejun's gaze.

He tried to shrink back, but Liang Tiejun grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him off the ground like a dead dog.

"Director Liang! Director Liang!" Sun Weidong was terrified, his hands flailing wildly as he screamed, "Why are you grabbing me! I didn't kill him! You saw it yourself, they rushed in, they were the ones hitting him!"

"Shut up!" Liang Tiejun roared, making Sun Weidong tremble.

The next moment, he pressed Sun Weidong against the overturned card table, his finger almost poking the tip of his nose.

"I'm asking you."

"Did you do the thing that led to Zhao Tiezhu being beaten with sticks?"

Sun Weidong's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"It wasn't me!"

"It really wasn't me!"

"I spent the whole night playing cards and drinking here, and all these people in the room can vouch for me!"

He turned his head in a panic to look at the young workers in the corner, his voice trembling.

"Say something!"

"Have I been here the whole time?"

"Did I not go anywhere?"

The young workers in the corner nodded repeatedly, terrified. "Yes...yes..."

"Wei Dong has always been here."

"I've never been out."

"We've been playing cards the whole time." Sun Weidong, as if finally finding a way out, quickly turned around and cried out, "Director Liang, did you hear me? I really didn't go! I really didn't hit Zhao Tiezhu!"

Liang Tiejun stared intently at him, without speaking immediately.

Sun Weidong's cowardly demeanor doesn't seem like he's faking it.

If he had really sent someone to steal the keys from the junkyard, he wouldn't be in such a panic right now.

But Liang Tiejun's anger didn't subside; instead, it burned even more fiercely.

Liang Tiejun suddenly took a step forward. Sun Weidong was so frightened that he shrank back, pressing his back firmly against the earthen wall.

"It really wasn't you?" Liang Tiejun's voice wasn't loud, but it felt like a knife scraping against bone.

Sun Weidong shook his head frantically: "It really wasn't me, Director Liang! I don't have the guts! I really don't have the guts!"

"You don't have the guts?"

Liang Tiejun sneered, then suddenly grabbed his collar and yanked him up from the wall.

"Weren't you quite bold when you were swearing during the day?"

"Weren't you pretty brave when you smashed the lunchbox?"

"Weren't you quite bold when you were making fun of Zhao Tiezhu in this room?"

Sun Weidong was strangled so badly that his eyes rolled back and he started to cry.

"I admit I have a sharp tongue!"

"I was just swearing a little!"

"But I really didn't hire anyone to beat him up!"

"I don't know who's going to beat him up!"

Liang Tiejun shoved him against the overturned card table, his face almost touching his.

"you do not know?"

"Then tell me."

"Besides you, who else has a grudge against Zhao Tiezhu?"

Sun Weidong's face was covered in blood, and his lips trembled like leaves in the wind: "I...I really don't know..."

"have no idea?"

Liang Tiejun slammed his hand on the overturned, broken mahjong table next to him.

"Bang!"

The broken table trembled violently when it was slammed, startling several young workers in the corner who also shuddered.

Liang Tiejun pointed at Sun Weidong's nose and demanded, word by word, "If you can't give me a name today, I'll assume it was you! In the whole factory, you have the biggest conflict with Zhao Tiezhu and the security department!"

He pressed closer, his voice like a heavy hammer striking an iron plate.

"Zhao Tiezhu is just a doorman."

"He doesn't gamble, drink, or argue with people. Even if someone scolds him for a long time, he can't come up with a coherent sentence."

"Who would bother to ambush such a fool in the middle of the night?"

"Who would be so cruel as to break his bones?"

"Who would beat him up while simultaneously calling him Zhao Shanhe's dog?"

The room was deathly quiet, with only the howling cold wind blowing in through the broken window.

Liang Tiejun's voice grew colder and colder, and the sense of oppression intensified.

"you tell me."

"Besides you, Sun Weidong, who else in the entire factory talks about those words every day?"

Sun Weidong opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Liang Tiejun gave him no chance to catch his breath and continued to press him down.

"You said it wasn't you."

"OK."

"Then give me a name!"

"Who hates Zhao Shanhe more than you?"

"Who hates Zhao Tiezhu more than you?"

"Who wants that door to Workshop One pried open more than you?"

"Who wants to see those left behind by Zhao Shanhe suffer more than you?"

Sun Weidong's face was covered in a mixture of cold sweat and blood, and his eyes were starting to glaze over.

"I...I really don't know..."

Liang Tiejun grabbed his hair and forcefully pulled his face up, forcing him to look directly at him.

"think!"

"Let me think of something!"

"Who came to this room tonight?"

"Who drank with you?"

"Who has ever heard you criticize Zhao Tiezhu?"

"Has anyone inquired about Workshop Number One?"

"Who asked for the key to the door?"

"Has anyone asked Zhao Tiezhu what time he changes shifts at midnight?"

After being bombarded with these questions, Sun Weidong's expression finally changed.

It wasn't just fear.

Instead, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes twitched violently.

Liang Tiejun immediately noticed this.

He immediately lowered his voice.

"You remember now?"

Sun Weidong's lips trembled violently: "No...no..."

"Still dare to lie?"

Liang Tiejun suddenly shoved him back against the wall, his voice so fierce it sounded like he wanted to eat him alive.

"Sun Weidong, one person has died outside, and another is lying in the infirmary."

"You can't deny Zhao Tiezhu's injuries."

"If Liu San'er falls to his death, you won't get away with it."

"If you don't tell, tonight these two lives, one minor and one major, could all be pinned on you."

Sun Weidong was completely terrified.

"I'll say it!"

He screamed and slid down as if his bones had been removed.

"I said it, okay?!"

Everyone in the room tensed up instantly.

The big bull raised its head.

Ergazi stared intently at Sun Weidong.

Zhang Dafa's face also darkened abruptly.

Liang Tiejun grabbed Sun Weidong, his voice chillingly cold.

"explain."

"Who?"

Sun Weidong's lips trembled, and his eyes darted around for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out three words through gritted teeth.

"Wang... Wang Guowei."

Zhang Dafa's expression changed instantly.