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.

Old Scar knelt in the mud and water, vomiting up the last bit of bile in his stomach, his chest heaving violently.

The icy rain pounded hard on his back, instantly clearing his mind, which had been drowsy from the warm breeze.

His stomach felt better, but his heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cave, ice-cold.

Ruined.

That was Chen Jianguo's own son's private car. He not only vomited all over Chen Bin's face, but also vomited all over the car.

How could those ruthless, heartless devils possibly let him go? Forget about him going south to live a life of luxury; this day next year will be his death anniversary!

Old Scar shuddered, his survival instinct instantly overcoming his fear.

He hastily wiped his mouth with the back of his muddy hand, tried to stand up by bracing himself against the mud, and turned to beg for mercy: "Young Master Chen, I really didn't..."

Before he could finish speaking...

In the darkness, a barely perceptible whooshing sound suddenly rang out behind me.

Immediately afterwards, a tough and cold thin coil was looped around Old Scar's neck.

Before Old Scar could react, the man behind him tightened his grip with both hands.

The thin, resilient fishing line instantly sliced ​​into the flesh of Old Scar's neck, cutting off the remaining half of his plea for mercy deep in his throat.

"Well--"

Old Scar let out a sharp, distorted crack from his throat, and his eyes bulged out instantly from extreme bloodshotness and suffocation.

He instinctively gripped the fishing line around his neck with both hands, trying to create a gap for breathing.

Through the rain, the burly driver, his face contorted with rage, pressed his knee firmly against Old Scar's back, his hands tightening the fishing line like a winch, cursing viciously, "You beast! You made me get beaten up, you'd better die!"

Old Scar was like a catfish thrown onto dry land, desperately thrashing about in the mud.

His legs kicked wildly in the muddy water, splashing up large sprays of filthy water.

In an attempt to tear the fishing line embedded in his flesh, he scratched his own neck until it bled profusely.

The air was completely cut off.

Old Scar's vision began to blur, his brain emitted a sharp roar due to lack of oxygen, and the torrential rain was slowly draining the strength from his limbs.

The struggles became less and less intense.

Just as his eyelids were about to roll completely back and his hands drooped limply down his thighs...

The rough fingertips accidentally touched the scraper clipped to the belt.

The cold hilt of the knife stimulated my nerves.

Old Scar's ruthless instincts, honed from a lifetime of bloodshed in the underworld, completely overwhelmed his fear of impending death at this moment.

He grabbed the hilt of the knife, pulled it out sharply without even looking, and with the last of his strength, plunged it into the thigh of the person behind him who was pressing against him.

"Pfft!"

The dull sound of a triangular scraper piercing fabric and tearing flesh was particularly clear in the downpour.

"You beast!"

Behind them came the man's agonizing screams of pain.

The knee that was pressing against Old Scar's back suddenly loosened, and the fishing line around his neck also instantly lost its strength.

A large amount of cold air mixed with rain poured into my burning lungs.

Old Scar's mind was in complete chaos at that moment.

The severe dizziness caused by lack of oxygen made him unable to think, leaving him with only a beast-like, pure survival instinct.

He suddenly yanked the fishing line off his neck and, using the momentum of turning around, scrambled around to his feet.

Old Scar didn't even see the figure in front of him clearly. Relying on muscle memory, he subconsciously slashed the scraper towards the other person's neck with extreme sharpness.

A cold glint flashed in the rainy night.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the flesh and trachea without any resistance.

Hot blood gushed out like a fountain, drenching Old Scar all over.

The man covered his severed throat with both hands, blood and foam gushing out from between his fingers, and gurgling sounds coming from his throat.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Old Scar, who was kneeling in the mud, panting heavily. His body swayed twice before he fell straight backward into the mud.

All of this happened too fast.

Those who were about to enter the carriage had no time to react and watched helplessly as their companions, who had just been alive, turned into corpses gushing blood.

"Fourth brother!"

The deathly silence lasted only a second before the burly man in the passenger seat was the first to come to his senses.

He let out a roar of shock and rage, then suddenly bent down and pulled a half-meter-long machete from under the front seat.

The man kicked open the half-closed car door and pounced into the torrential rain like a mad bear. He raised his machete and brought it down on Old Scar's head, yelling, "You son of a bitch! I'll chop you up alive!"

The gleaming blade tore through the rain curtain.

Old Scar knelt on one knee in the mud, the cold rain mixed with other people's hot blood flowing into his eyes, stinging him painfully.

Looking at the powerful, heavy machete, the last vestige of hope in his mind was completely shattered.

I understand everything now.

These people had no intention of letting him leave alive.

All that talk about bribing the south or going to Guangzhou for a life of luxury is just empty promises and bullshit.

Special fishing line and a machete hidden under the seat—this is the complete set of equipment specially prepared for him to take the road!

Even if he doesn't die here, he'll be killed on the way. From the very beginning, these beasts never intended for him to live.

Old Scar's hair stood on end, and the ferocity he had developed from years of living on the margins of society grew wildly like weeds.

Just as the machete was about to strike his forehead, instead of dodging backward, he slammed his feet into the bottom of the mud pit and, like a desperate wild boar, lunged forward towards the blade.

"call--"

The sharp machete cleaved past the old scar's scalp, striking the mud heavily and splashing up a large amount of mud.

The man's sword cleaved through the air, but he had used up all his strength, leaving the center wide open.

Using the momentum of his forward charge, Old Scar slammed his left shoulder into the man's chest.

The two of them slipped at the same time, and fell into a heap while still entangled.

The man was big and quick-witted; the moment he fell, he tried to swing his elbow to smash Old Scar's head.

But the weapon Old Scar has is even more ruthless.

He completely ignored the elbow that was about to hit him, and with his right hand gripping the triangular scraper covered in bits of flesh, he used his body weight to stab it fiercely upwards into the man's soft abdomen.

"Pfft!"

The blade sliced ​​through the soft flesh above the belt without any resistance.

The man's raised elbow froze in mid-air, and a gasp escaped his throat.

Old Scar's eyes were red. He gripped the knife handle tightly with his wrist, twisted it violently in the mud, and then slashed it to the side.

Hot blood gushed out instantly, pouring down on Old Scar's hands and arms.

The man's massive body convulsed violently twice, the fierce light in his eyes quickly dissipated, his hands limply released the machete, and he lay limp in the mud like a dead dog, completely lifeless.

Outside the car door, two corpses lay sprawled in a pool of blood.

Old Scar slowly straightened up, stepping through the muddy ground.

He held the blood-dripping scraper in his hand, turned his head, and stared intently at Chen Bin in the back seat.