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

Outside the car window, the rain was pouring down.

A black Santana sped along a heavily flooded asphalt road.

Old Scar huddled in the passenger seat, clutching his old canvas bag tightly with both hands. He didn't know why, but ever since he got into the car, he had been feeling waves of acid rising in his stomach.

The pungent smell of expensive perfume mixed with the stuffy warm air in the carriage, coupled with the soft chassis swaying back and forth in the water, made his head buzz.

To suppress the nausea rising in his head, Old Scar forced a mouthful of saliva, turned his head slightly, and tried to distract himself by making small talk: "Young Master Chen, where in the south are you planning to send me?"

The crisp sound of a lighter coming from the back row.

Chen Bin leaned back in his leather chair, exhaling a smoke ring without even lifting his eyelids.

The man holding the umbrella next to him replied coldly, "Yangcheng. Everything's been taken care of over there."

"Guangzhou..."

Old Scar, his back hunched, chuckled dryly and continued, "I've never been this far in my life. The farthest I've ever gone is to our city. Unlike you, Young Master Chen, who's seen so much, I bet you've been abroad quite a few times, haven't you?"

The crisp sound of a lighter coming from the back row.

Chen Bin leaned back in his leather chair, exhaling a smoke ring. His tone was nonchalant: "American steak, German dark beer, Japanese sashimi, and that Italian seafood pasta... I've tried them all, and they're all just so-so."

Old Scar, being a shrewd man, could tell from Chen Bin's boastful tone that he was being obsequious. He flattered him with a fawning expression, saying, "Young Master Chen is living the life of a god. We country bumpkins have never seen or even heard of such a thing."

Before Chen Bin could say anything, the man sitting behind the passenger seat scoffed.

"What's this?!"

The man leaned forward, spitting as he arrogantly spoke, "Have you ever eaten a giant lobster flown in from Australia? Have you ever been inside a VIP box at a Macau casino? And those blonde, blue-eyed foreign women, you've probably only ever seen them in magazines! But our Young Master Chen has enjoyed all of that, a different one every day!"

As Chen Bin listened to his subordinates' flattery, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly took another drag of his cigarette.

Seeing his master was happy, the man blew even more enthusiastically, reaching out to pat the interior of the car door next to Old Scar.

"Open your dog eyes again and look at the car you're sitting in!! Pure imported calfskin seats, the latest German-made engine, one press of the accelerator and it'll take you flying! Do you know how much it costs? A full 1.2 million! You couldn't earn that much for a steering wheel in eight lifetimes!"

The man's chin nearly flew to the sky: "Luxury cars of this caliber, whether British or French-made, our Young Master Chen has a whole row of them in his garage. He drives a different one every week!"

Chen Bin then waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, why bother talking to him about this? It's just a few piles of scrap metal, he wouldn't understand anyway."

Old Scar was feeling dizzy from the car's heater and perfume, and his stomach acid was already rising to his throat.

But he still hunched over and forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Young Master Chen, I'm truly impressed. It's a privilege to ride in your car even once in my life..."

Old Scar turned halfway around, just about to rack his brains to praise this young master to the skies again.

Just as he turned his head to face Chen Bin in the back seat, the car ran over a deep pothole and lurched violently.

My mind went blank.

The half-eaten roast chicken mixed with cheap Erguotou liquor in my stomach caused me to completely lose control.

"vomit--"

A large mouthful of scalding hot, acidic water, mixed with bits of meat and the pungent smell of alcohol, poured over Chen Bin's head and face like a burst dam.

Greasy filth dripped down Chen Bin's hair, which was covered in hairspray, blurring his vision and even splashing a few drops into his open mouth.

The carriage was instantly filled with a nauseating stench.

Dead silence.

After a brief, half-second silence.

"ah--!"

Chen Bin let out a bloodcurdling scream, wiping the sour stench from his face with his hands. He jumped wildly in the back seat, yelling furiously, "Fuck your mother! What the hell are you doing?!"

Old Scar, his face covered in tears and snot, covered his mouth in a disheveled state, waving his hands in terror, "I...I didn't...ugh—"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and sprayed a large mouthful of sour water directly into the back row.

Chen Bin completely broke down.

His eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets, and his hands were trembling in mid-air. He wanted to wipe them but was too disgusted to touch his face.

He writhed and struggled wildly in the cramped back seat like an eunuch whose neck had been stepped on, his voice shrill like a livid eunuch: "Paper! Give me paper! Get me some paper, you fucking idiot!"

This piercing roar finally jolted the dazed lackeys awake.

The man sitting next to Chen Bin turned green with fright and broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't even bother to find any tissues. Instead, he grabbed the sleeve of his wrinkled jacket and frantically wiped Chen Bin's face with it.

"Young Master Chen! Young Master Chen, hold on! Don't move, I'll wipe it for you, I'll clean it for you right away..."

As the man wiped, he howled incoherently, his movements becoming rough and clumsy due to panic, which only made the sour, foul-smelling substance spread even more evenly on Chen Bin's face.

Old Scar, sitting in the front passenger seat, was terrified.

He knew he had committed a capital offense and instinctively wanted to do everything he could to salvage the situation.

Ignoring the churning in his internal organs, he hunched over, his face covered in snot and tears, desperately reaching for the back row.

"Young Master Chen, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to! Let me wipe it for you, let me wipe it for you..."

Old Scar, pleading for mercy with a sob in his voice, reached out his rough, greasy hand to try and pull the vomit off Chen Bin's suit.

But the action of turning around, sticking out his head, and squeezing his abdomen forcefully caused him to vomit again.

"vomit--"

"Fuck you! Get out! All of you, get the fuck out of here!"

Chen Bin was driven completely mad by the successive explosions of biological weapons.

He kicked away the unhelpful henchman, pressed himself against the car door, and began retching repeatedly. He frantically kicked the back of the seat in front of him, hysterically roaring, "Stop the car! Stop the fucking car! Let him get out and throw up!"

Accompanied by a piercing screech of brakes.

The car suddenly stopped on the muddy side of the road in the rainy night.

The passenger door was violently kicked open from the inside.

Old Scar tumbled and crawled into the torrential rain outside, then knelt down in a muddy puddle by the roadside with a "thud," clutching his stomach and vomiting violently.

The chaos inside the carriage was far from over.

Four burly men were crammed into the cramped carriage, frantically rummaging through their pockets, some pulling at their sleeves, others tearing at their clothes, all trying to get their hands on Chen Bin's face and body.

In the chaos, someone's rough, calloused hand suddenly smeared a pool of sour, semi-digested matter firmly onto Chen Bin's lips.

"Get out of here!"

Chen Bin felt a sudden churning in his stomach, and with bloodshot eyes, he let out a distorted roar.

He swung his arms wildly, slapping the carriage repeatedly with both hands, the crisp sound of his slaps echoing throughout the carriage.

"Are you all fucking idiots?! What are you wiping?! You've smeared it all in my mouth! Damn it!"

While retching violently, Chen Bin grabbed a muddy foot mat next to him and frantically wiped his mouth.

The men who had been so menacing just moments before were now covered in sweat, huddled like quails in the corner of the seats, begging for mercy: "Sorry, Young Master Chen, we really didn't mean to, it was just too dark in the car..."

"Alright!"

Chen Bin slammed the dirty doormat into his subordinate's face, abruptly interrupting their explanation.

A cold wind, mixed with torrential rain, poured wildly into the car through the open passenger door.

Chen Bin stared intently at the wide-open car door.

Under the dim, pale light of the car headlights, Old Scar was kneeling in the mud, retching incessantly, his thin body convulsing like a dying wild dog.

Chen Bin's chest heaved violently, and the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

The original plan was to take the old man to Xishan Reservoir before making a move, so as not to leave any loose ends, but now he couldn't even stand it for half a second.

"I'll deal with you when we get back."

Chen Bin gritted his teeth and forced out a few words, his voice filled with chilling resentment and ruthlessness, "I'm not waiting any longer. You all go down now and chop that old bastard into eight pieces!"

The man in the driver's seat remained silent.

His eyes turned as cold as a venomous snake in an instant. He pulled out the car keys, silently reached his right hand into his bulging pocket, pushed open the car door, and strode into the dark rain.