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

"Get lost!"

The kick was extremely powerful, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Wang Guowei flew through the air like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto the collapsed coal stove. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered as he was burned by the scalding hot ashes, writhing in agony amidst the shattered glass on the ground.

Zhang Dafa closed his eyes, his entire body trembling with fat, and refused to look at his nephew on the ground again.

Liang Tiejun took a deep breath of the cold, blood-tinged air and took control of the situation with an iron fist.

"Alright."

"We can deal with household chores later."

Liang Tiejun turned to the security officers who had followed him in, his voice as cold as ice: "Tie Wang Guowei up tightly, gag him with a rag, and take him straight back to the factory office!"

The two men immediately pounced on him, pulled out their belts, and tightly twisted Wang Guowei's arms behind his back.

Wang Guowei was still struggling violently, his face covered in snot and tears.

A rag that had been used to wipe the table was shoved into Wang Guowei's mouth, and his annoying cries instantly turned into muffled sobs.

Liang Tiejun turned his head and looked at Da Niu and Er Ga Zi, who were full of hostility.

"Daniu, Ergazi."

"You two come back to the factory office with me."

Erga Zi suddenly raised his head, his hand instinctively reaching for the spot where the bloodletting knife had fallen from his waist.

Liang Tiejun did not back down, his voice as deep as a mountain: "If you still care about Zhao Shanhe, don't cause him any more trouble at this time. Once we find out the truth tonight, the factory will investigate thoroughly, and the city bureau will get involved. None of these bastards will escape!"

This statement precisely hit their weak spot.

Erga Zi gritted his teeth, his fists clenching tightly, then slumping open in despair.

A terrifying glint flashed deep within Da Niu's dead fish eyes.

He knew better than anyone that Wang Guowei was a coward and a weakling, and the real culprit was that old fox named Sun Changgui, along with Lao Ba and his gang of vagrants who were paid to do things.

Da Niu patted Er Gai Zi on the shoulder, his voice deep and thunderous: "Let's go."

Everyone in the room quickly left.

They were forcibly dragged away along with Wang Guowei, leaving only a long, shocking bloodstain on the cement floor.

A cold wind blew in through the broken door frame, stirring up wood chips and coal dust all over the floor.

The oil paper package that Wang Guowei brought to hold the steamed rice cakes had long been trampled to pieces, with the broken pieces of cake mixed with boiling water and filth forming a disgusting mess on the ground.

Sun Guifen, supporting herself on the collapsed table leg, slowly got up from the ground.

The room was deathly silent, save for the howling wind.

She looked at Zhang Dafa, who stood amidst the mess, seemingly aging ten years in an instant. Her lips trembled violently, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a few words that sounded worse than crying.

"Daifa..."

"I was wrong."

Zhang Dafa did not turn around.

He stood rooted to the spot like a dead tree, staring intently at the pool of blood on the ground, his voice hoarse as if it were being rubbed on sandpaper.

"It's too late."

"That bastard Wang Guowei has blown this up; I can't help him..."

Zhang Dafa wiped the cold sweat from his face in despair, his legs gave way, and he slumped heavily into the only relatively intact chair next to him, too weak to even straighten up.

"Prepare to send him prison food; even the Heavenly King himself can't save him."

At the same time.

In the dark alley outside the Red Star Factory.

A gaunt, dark figure was running madly towards the train station, clinging to the wall with uneven steps.

Sun Changgui, wrapped in a tattered yellow overcoat, was panting heavily as he ran, his dry lips turning purple from the cold.

As he ran, he kept glancing back frantically towards the factory area.

"Damn it, those old Scars and their bunch of good-for-nothing trash..."

Sun Changgui cursed viciously in his heart.

The plan was flawless; once the fire started, Zhao Shanhe, that peasant, would definitely be kicked out.

But the fool who guarded the gate was willing to risk his life and stubbornly pressed the key under his body.

But who would have thought that the foolish gatekeeper would risk his life to keep the key firmly under his body?

The commotion caused by the vandalism and looting was simply too great.

The workers in the distance were all alarmed and rushed toward the waste pile in a huge swarm, flashlights in hand.

Seeing that things were going badly, Old Scar jumped over the wall and ran away.

Knowing that his scheme had been completely exposed, Sun Changgui had to go to his son Sun Weidong that very night to get some travel money, buy a standing ticket on a green train, and run out of the city to avoid trouble.

But just as he turned out of the alley and was about to cross the road...

Beneath the dark lamppost ahead, a burly, dark figure stood silently, seemingly out of nowhere.

The night wind blew the man's tattered dog-skin hat, and sparks flickered on his fingertips.

The man leisurely flicked the half-smoked cigarette butt onto the ground, then stepped on it with his military rubber boots and gently ground it.

Sun Changgui suddenly stopped, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He cautiously took half a step back, his right hand stealthily reaching for the wrench at his lower back.

The man didn't speak, but simply took a step forward from the shadow of the streetlamp, the dim light casting a warm glow on his face.

A scar, resembling a centipede, ran from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, looking particularly gruesome in the night.

The moment he saw that face clearly, Sun Changgui's tense shoulders not only didn't relax, but instead became as stiff as a stone.

"An old scar?"

Sun Changgui swallowed hard, his voice trembling involuntarily.

"You...you didn't fucking run away?"

Old Scar's triangular eyes stared coldly at Sun Changgui, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"run?"

"Sun Changgui, you've really messed things up! Our brothers have gotten themselves into this mess because of you, and the final payment isn't even settled yet. Where am I supposed to run off to?"

Sun Changgui's face turned pale, and he quickly pulled his hand out from behind his back, waving it repeatedly.

"I'll go get the money right now! Let me go, I'll go get the money from my son, and I'll pay back the brothers with interest!"

Old Scar looked at his groveling, begging dog-like behavior and gave a silent, cold laugh.

"No need for that."

Before he could finish speaking...

Old Scar's rough, large hand suddenly emerged from his sleeve.

There were no unnecessary movements, nor was there a single sound.

Sun Changgui's expression froze instantly.

He lowered his head, somewhat bewildered.

A triangular scraper, made from scrap steel files from the workshop, pierced his heart without any resistance, disappearing into the handle.

Old Scar's hand gripped the knife handle with extreme steadiness, and he even cruelly twisted his wrist, tearing a bloody hole in Sun Changgui's chest cavity that could not be stitched up.

"Well……"

Sun Changgui's eyes bulged outwards, and he made a hissing sound from his throat.

He stared intently at the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) scarred face in front of him, unable to understand why this shady outsider, who was paid to do his job, would dare to kill him like this.

Old Scar's eyes were as calm as if he were looking at a pile of dead flesh.

He covered Sun Changgui's mouth tightly with his left hand, and slowly pulled out the triangular scraper with his right hand.

Hot blood gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, staining Old Scar's dog-skin coat red.

Old Scar didn't even blink.

He looked down at Sun Changgui, whose life force was rapidly fading, his voice low and filled with boundless greed and ruthlessness.

"Someone offered an unimaginable sum of money to shut you up forever."

"Brothers, this trip wasn't in vain."

Sun Changgui collapsed onto the cold mud like a rag doll, his body convulsing violently uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to roar, but could only spit out mouthfuls of bloody foam mixed with pieces of internal organs.

His dull eyes stared intently at the night sky, filled with extreme resentment and fear, as he gradually lost his last glimmer of life.

Old Scar coldly squatted down, rummaged around in Sun Changgui's yellow coat pocket for a while, pulled out a few loose bills still warm from his body, and stuffed them into his own pocket.

Then, he casually smeared the blood-stained triangular scraper on Sun Changgui's corpse twice, tucked it into his sleeve, and turned to disappear into the darkness deeper into the alley.