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

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The cold handcuffs gripped Da Niu's thick wrists tightly.

Hearing the commotion, Xu Xiangdong, who had been hiding behind several armed police officers, finally let out a long breath and relaxed his tense back.

What he feared most was that this group of peasants from Kaoshantun would recklessly resist the law and openly attack.

If they really use their weapons, the casualties will definitely be significant.

If this matter escalates into an uncontrollable and serious incident, it will be troublesome.

Fortunately, these scavengers ultimately didn't have the guts to fight head-on.

Xu Xiangdong took out half a pack of special-supply cigarettes from his pocket, knocked one out and put it in his mouth. The police officer next to him quickly came over to light it for him.

He took a deep breath, the pungent smoke swirling in his lungs, sweeping away the gloom of the past few days.

This is all thanks to Deputy Secretary Chen—no, after next month, I should start calling him Secretary Chen.

If it weren't for this powerful figure who was about to dominate the city, forcefully intervening and secretly fueling the situation, given the scene today, those two stubborn old bastards, Li Yuanchao and Zhou Changhe, would definitely have jumped out to smooth things over and forcefully suppressed this mess in the security department.

Now that's good, the person has been caught, and the breach has been completely opened.

Xu Xiangdong felt incredibly happy right now.

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes looking at a stupid pig that had fallen into a slaughterhouse trap, making no attempt to hide the condescending mockery in his eyes.

He pointed his cigarette-holding finger at Da Niu's nose and smugly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"What's wrong? Weren't you pretty arrogant just now?"

Xu Xiangdong scoffed, reaching out to pat Da Niu's fleshy cheek, his tone dripping with mockery: "Weren't you going to protect your damn Zhao Shanhe to the death? Now that you're wearing this bracelet, why are you mute? Where's your master Zhao Shanhe? Why isn't he coming to save you?"

Da Niu stopped and stared intently at the smug city bureau chief in front of him.

A low, rumbling sound came from his throat, as if he were desperately trying to pull something upwards.

"Hmph—Pah!"

A thick clump of phlegm, about the size of a walnut and streaked with blood and yellowish-green phlegm, was fired like a precisely aimed cannonball.

The spitting was executed with incredible skill, hitting the target precisely with a sharp "splat" as it flew through the air, directly into Xu Xiangdong's wide-open mouth and rushing up his throat with the airflow.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

Xu Xiangdong's maniacal laughter froze instantly, his eyes widening like two dead fish bubbles.

Caught off guard, driven by his most primal swallowing instinct, his Adam's apple uncontrollably tumbled downwards.

"Gulp."

I swallowed it.

Xu Xiangdong's mind went blank.

He froze on the spot, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

He was like a screaming chicken whose neck was being tightly choked, letting out an extremely strange, completely distorted screech from his throat.

"Gah—Ouch—!"

A stench that seemed to rip out of your body exploded deep inside your stomach.

Xu Xiangdong's stomach churned instantly, his legs went weak, and with a "thud," his knees slammed heavily into the muddy ground.

He suddenly bent over, gripped his neck tightly with both hands, and began to retch violently.

"Ugh—! I'll fuck you... ugh!"

He opened his mouth wide and frantically dug two fingers into his throat.

Acidic water mixed with undigested food residue sprayed like a fountain into the muddy puddle in front of us.

He even vomited yellowish-green bile, and his entire nasal cavity and mouth were filled with the nauseating smell of stomach acid.

"Hahahahaha!"

Seeing Xu Xiangdong's miserable state, with his underwear completely exposed, Da Niu threw his head back and burst into a deafening laugh, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

"Laugh... Ugh... Beat him! Beat him to death! I'll curse your ancestors for eight generations! Ugh..."

While rolling his eyes and frantically spraying acid, Xu Xiangdong pointed at Da Niu with his muddy and vomit-covered finger, roaring hysterically in a broken voice as if his fingernails were scratching a blackboard.

The escorting police officers suddenly realized what was happening and quickly swung their batons, smashing them wildly against Da Niu's knees and back.

The dull thud echoed shrilly in the rain.

Da Niu was beaten so badly that his knees slammed into the mud, and he took more than a dozen hard blows to his back.

But he remained silent, his face covered in blood, still bearing that extremely arrogant, maniacal laugh.

Xu Xiangdong vomited until he was completely exhausted, and his vision went black. He was barely pulled out of the mud pit by his two subordinates who had to hold his arms up.

He yanked out the snow-white handkerchief and shoved it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue vigorously.

Even if you scratch your gums until they bleed, you still can't wipe away that maddening sticky feeling deep in your throat.

The rage in Xu Xiangdong's heart completely extinguished his reason.

"Laugh! I'll show you what laughing is!"

He shoved aside the men who were helping him, stumbled forward, raised his mud-covered pointed leather shoe, and kicked Da Niu hard in the chest and face several times.

The dull thuds of flesh colliding echoed in the rain.

With his hands cuffed behind his back, Da Niu was unable to dodge and was kicked so hard that his face was covered in blood. He fell backward into the muddy puddle.

But he didn't take it seriously at all. Even with blood and foam gushing from his mouth, he still stared intently at Xu Xiangdong, letting out a muffled, maniacal laugh like a broken bellows.

The laughter, like a red-hot nail, was driven deep into Xu Xiangdong's brain.

He stopped, panting heavily, and slowly turned his head.

That venomous, sinister gaze, filled with tangible killing intent, swept over Ergaizi and the security team who were being blocked in front of them.

"Don't rush!"

Xu Xiangdong's mouth was full of blood, his features completely distorted by extreme humiliation and rage. His voice cracked and screamed hysterically, like fingernails scratching a blackboard: "When I get back and pry open this stupid ox's mouth, you'll be next! And that arrogant Zhao Shanhe! You all better wash your necks clean and wait!"

After cursing like a mad dog that had lost its mind, he gagged viciously on the ground with a mouthful of sour water, then rubbed his tongue as he turned to pull open the door of his jeep.

The moment his fingertips touched the cold metal doorknob.

A dull, rumbling vibration traveled along the muddy ground in the puddle and directly to the soles of his leather shoes.

At first, it was just a slight numbness in the soles of the shoes.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious engine roar, inhuman in sound, abruptly tore through the rain like a thunderclap.

Xu Xiangdong, who was still gagging and picking at his mouth, frowned slightly in displeasure and casually turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

My gaze pierced through the heavy curtain of rain.

The old Jiefang truck, with its headlights off, was spewing thick black smoke, carrying several tons of pig iron parts and an aura of destructive force, like a collapsing black iron mountain, and was already crashing straight into his face.