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

The color drained completely from Chen Bin's face at that moment.

He slumped in the leather seat in the back, half his face covered in sour vomit, his hair a mess, and his expensive, handmade suit stained with sewage and mud.

Just half a minute ago, he was hysterically yelling in the car that he wanted to tear Old Scar to pieces.

But now.

The fourth brother lay in the mud outside the car door, his hands tightly covering his slit throat, blood and foam oozing from between his fingers, his body still convulsing.

Another burly man slumped by the car door, a large, bloody gash on his stomach.

The cold rain pelted him, washing away the gushing blood into dark red streams that flowed all over the ground.

Two people.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

The person who accomplished all of this was standing amidst the stark white headlights and torrential rain, staring intently at him with the same look one would give a dead man.

Chen Bin's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

Only at this moment did he truly feel the tremor.

Before this blood-dripping scraper, the identity of the eldest son of the Chen family, the money used to kill someone—all of it became useless scrap paper.

But Chen Bin still refused to believe it.

He clung tightly to the car door handle, his voice shrill and distorted: "Old Scar! What do you think you're doing! You better know who I am! I'm Chen Jianguo's son! If you dare touch me today, my dad will dig up your ancestral graves!"

Old Scar didn't say anything, he just breathed heavily and took half a step forward while holding onto the car door.

The wound on his neck, where the fishing line had cut him, was still bleeding, and his hand holding the knife was trembling from exhaustion, but he still gripped the triangular scraper tightly in his hand.

Rainwater mixed with blood dripped down the blade.

Chen Bin stared at the knife, his voice suddenly becoming even more urgent: "Are you crazy? You really want to take me down with you? Let me tell you, if you kill me, you won't survive! Your old mother back in the countryside, your sister—none of them will live either!"

Upon hearing this threat of wiping out the entire family, Old Scar's rubber boots, stained with blood and mud, froze in the puddle, and he finally stopped walking.

A sudden surge of wild joy flashed in Chen Bin's eyes.

it works.

The old man was scared; he was afraid of implicating his family.

"Yes, yes, that's it."

As if grasping at the last straw, Chen Bin forced out an ugly smile, "We can talk, we can have a good talk, Old Scar, don't be confused."

Old Scar lowered his eyelids, glanced at the corpse still bleeding at his feet, and his voice was rough and hoarse, as if it had been brutally sanded: "Talk? Young Master Chen, if you want to silence me, I'll kill your two dogs. There are human lives all over this place, how can we talk about this?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Bin felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

A near-manic gleam of joy flashed in his eyes, and he spat as he spoke rapidly, like beans being poured out: "Old Scar, have you lost your mind?! It wasn't me who died, it was my two incompetent henchmen! What's so hard to talk about?"

He stared intently at Old Scar's reaction, and when he saw a flicker of emotion in Old Scar's dead-fish-like red eyes, Chen Bin's heart pounded wildly, and he continued to deliver the final blows.

"I told you they went out drinking behind my back in the middle of the night, sped in the rain, and crashed into the river! Their bodies are nowhere to be found, and their car is gone too! With the connections of the Chen family, I can easily get a few people to cover this up!"

He roared as he reached for his gold watch, his hands trembling.

With a "click".

He slammed a heavy gold watch onto the floor mat, and it slid right up to the tip of the old scarred rubber shoe, which was covered in blood and mud.

"This is a green Submariner, a designer brand. You could get hundreds of thousands of dollars for it at a pawn shop!"

Chen Bin looked at Old Scar, who remained unmoved: "And the cash in that bag in the passenger seat, it's all yours! Just get out of here with your stuff, and I'll pretend nothing happened tonight!"

"Old Scar, what are you doing out here? Isn't it all about money?"

"Killing me might give you temporary relief, but you'll lose your own life and your entire family's. Don't you think that's a huge loss?"

Old Scar looked at his desperate attempt to negotiate the price, a deep mockery flashing in his eyes.

He slowly squatted down and gently lifted the gold watch from the ground with the triangular scraper covered in bits of meat.

The expensive watch reflected in the stark white headlights onto his face, which was covered in blood and mud.

Two heavy hisses escaped Old Scar's throat as he looked at Chen Bin, his tone so flat it sent chills down one's spine:

"Young Master Chen, money is a good thing, everyone wants it. But I'm more worried about my life. If I let you go, and you tell your father what happened tonight, I'm finished!"

Chen Bin's heart pounded wildly, and he stammered incoherently, "No way! I swear on my mother's life! If I retaliate, may I die a horrible death! I may be a bad guy, but I keep my promises the most. Who in this circle doesn't know that? Old Wang, don't you agree?"

The subordinate surnamed Wang, whose name was called, was still halfway stuck in the front row.

Hearing this, to save his life, he forced himself to nod frantically, suppressing his fear. A fawning smile was forced onto his sweat-soaked face: "Yes! Young Master Chen is known for keeping his word! Even if the King of Heaven himself were pressing him down, he wouldn't flinch!"

Seeing the flicker in Old Scar's eyes, Chen Bin thought there was finally a turning point, and with a beaming smile, he extended a hand: "Old Scar, you see, I keep my word. As long as I promise to let you go, I will never pursue today's matter again. This was a misunderstanding. Let's shake hands, and from now on we're all on the same side. Let's enjoy the good life in the south together!"

Old Scar looked at Chen Bin's intact, fair, and plump hand, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, then I'll have to trouble Chen Shaozhao from now on..." Old Scar's voice was very low, with a strange hoarseness.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand upwards.

The dripping, triangular scraper ruthlessly sliced ​​a glaring arc across Chen Bin's throat.

"Pfft!"

Hot blood splattered all over Old Scar's face and splashed onto Chen Bin's hands, which he hadn't had time to retract.

Chen Bin let out a gurgling sound as he clutched the still-bleeding gash with both hands, convulsing in despair before collapsing onto the leather seat in the back.

Old Scar turned around expressionlessly, casually tore off a piece of Chen Bin's expensive suit, and wiped the blood off the knife.

He looked at the still-stunned subordinate surnamed Wang, his voice as cold as a knife: "Next, it's your turn!"