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

"Next, it's your turn."

Wang Erhu let out a strange cry, his whole body feeling as if his bones had been removed, and he was pressed tightly against the leather seat in the back.

Chen Bin is dead.

The only son of the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, Young Master Chen, who usually acted arrogantly in the city and could decide life and death with a single word, had his throat slit open by Old Scar and lay paralyzed in the mud like a dead dog.

Wang Erhu's mind was buzzing; he knew all too well what Chen Bin's death here meant.

His father was just a vagrant who wandered the streets and alleys. It was only by working for Chen Jianguo that he obtained steel strips approved by the municipal party committee and transformed himself into the biggest black marketeer in the south.

His father constantly instructed him to treat Chen Bin like an ancestor.

But now, this towering tree, which could block out the sky, has been cut down by a country bumpkin who crawled out of the countryside.

Once the news gets back, Chen Jianguo will absolutely go crazy, and the entire underworld and legitimate society in the south will be turned upside down.

At that time, not only Wang Erhu, but everyone involved in tonight's events will be crushed into mincemeat.

But those are things for the future; Wang Erhu has no time to think about them now.

Because Old Scar was already closing in on him.

The old man, covered in blood and with blood still seeping from his neck, was clutching a cold, triangular scraper in his hand as he slowly squeezed into the carriage.

Wang Erhu felt a heat in his crotch, and he completely exploded.

"what!"

He yelled and lunged at the other car door, desperately trying to pry open the door handle with both hands.

It can't be pulled apart.

The car doors were locked.

"Drive! Drive it!" Wang Erhu screamed, banging his shoulder against the car window like a madman, kicking wildly with his hands and feet.

With a "click," he finally managed to pry open the door lock haphazardly.

He tumbled and crawled out of the carriage, landing like a lump of mud in the torrential rain outside. Then, he scrambled to his feet and ran desperately toward the main road.

The icy rain pounded on his face as he trudged through the mud.

Wang Erhu had only one thought in his mind.

As long as he can get out of there, as long as he can reach the main road and meet a living person, or even just flag down a passing car, he can survive.

As for what would happen after he escaped, he didn't know, but his father had plenty of money. As long as he could still breathe, he could keep his life by throwing money at him!

Just then, a series of rapid splashing sounds came from behind.

"Slap! Slap!"

The footsteps were heavy and deadly.

Wang Erhu's scalp tingled, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He subconsciously turned around and glanced back.

Old Scar caught up.

In the rainy night, the features of that face, covered in blood and mud, were completely obscured; only those wild, red eyes stared intently at him.

The triangular scraper clutched in the old man's hand was flashed by the headlights of the car behind him, reflecting a blinding, pale, and cold light.

Wang Erhu completely collapsed.

Extreme fear shattered his usual arrogance, fueled by his family's wealth. He scrambled and crawled through the mud, desperately pleading in his hoarse voice, "Scarface! Scarface! Don't chase me!"

"I didn't see anything!"

"You didn't kill Chen Bin! I swear I won't say a word!"

"Spare my life!"

Before he could finish speaking, his foot suddenly sank into a slippery mud pit.

"Bang!"

Wang Erhu instantly lost his balance, and his whole body lurched forward, his knees slamming heavily into the mud, leaving him with a mouthful of mud.

He frantically rolled over and saw Old Scar's blood-stained rubber shoes already standing in front of him.

Old Scar ignored his pleas for mercy, his eyes hardened, and he gripped the triangular scraper tightly, slamming it into the man's heart with a deathly aura of mutual destruction.

At this critical moment between life and death, Wang Erhu knew that begging for mercy was useless, and the ferocity in his bones was completely forced out.

He instinctively raised his left hand and desperately blocked the downward-slamming triangular scraper.

"Pfft!"

The sharp, cold blade sliced ​​through the flesh in an instant, embedding itself deeply into the bone crevice of his palm.

A piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body, causing his eyes to bulge out and nearly making him faint.

Scalding blood gushed out from the blade and between his fingers like free water, instantly covering his left hand.

At this critical juncture, Wang Erhu dared not let go, knowing that letting go meant death!

Wang Erhu gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain of his hand being cleaved open. Using the pulling force of the blade embedded in his flesh, he frantically groped around in the muddy ground beneath him with his free right hand.

He grabbed a handful of muddy water mixed with sharp stones, raised his arm, and slapped it hard into Old Scar's eyes.

Mud and sand instantly covered Old Scar's face.

With his vision obstructed, the old man's grip loosened slightly.

Wang Erhu seized the opportunity and pounced like a mad dog, knocking Old Scar down into the mud.

He gripped Old Scar's wrist tightly with both hands, desperately trying to wrest the deadly scraper from his grasp, spitting bloody saliva as he yelled, "Go to hell, you old bastard!"

"You want to kill me? I'll fuck you first!"

"Let go! Let go! I'll skin you alive!"

Wang Erhu roared and cursed as he repeatedly rammed his knee into Lao Ba's stomach.

This sudden outburst actually managed to completely suppress Old Scar.

Old scars aren't made of iron after all.

First, he was strangled by a thin fishing line, and then he killed three people in succession. His physical strength had long been exhausted to the point of no return.

He was being pressed firmly into the mud by a young and strong man, barely able to breathe.

It was clear that Wang Erhu was about to take the triangular scraper away little by little.

Suddenly, a ferocious, beast-like rage burst forth from Old Scar's eyes, which were covered in mud and water.

Instead of trying to wrest the knife away, he suddenly jerked his neck forward, opened his blood-stained mouth, and bit down hard on Wang Erhu's right index and middle fingers as he tried to grab the knife.

"ah--"

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and Wang Erhu let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The excruciating pain drove him completely mad. He pulled out his left hand, the palm of which was slashed, clenched it into a fist covered in mud and blood, and frantically smashed it against Old Scar's head and face.

"Let go! You better let go!"

Wang Erhu howled shrilly as he desperately pulled his hand away.

But Old Scar is like a mad dog that will never let go once it bites a vital spot.

Despite Wang Erhu's punches breaking his nose and leaving his face covered in blood, Old Scar's lifeless eyes stared intently at Wang Erhu, remaining completely silent, his teeth clenched tighter and tighter.

Immediately afterwards, his upper and lower rows of teeth, with the ferocity to crush bones, clenched together violently.

"Snap!"

Two severed fingers, still attached to the flesh, were bitten off, and the sound of bones breaking was particularly painful to hear in the rainy night.

Wang Erhu convulsed in pain, his right hand seemingly drained of all strength, instantly going limp.

Taking advantage of the half-second that the man screamed and lost his strength, Old Scar spat out the blood-soaked severed finger, flipped his wrist, and regained control of the triangular scraper.

There were no unnecessary movements.

Old Scar, using the twisting force of his waist in the mud, pressed down hard on the back of the knife and pulled sharply down Wang Erhu's neck.

"Pfft!"

The cold, triangular scraper cut open Wang Erhu's throat.

The piercing scream abruptly stopped, and scalding blood mixed with rainwater sprayed a large patch of glaring dark red onto the muddy ground.

Wang Erhu's body twitched twice, then became completely still.

Old Scar did not immediately pull out the scraper.

He seemed to have been drained of his last bit of strength, collapsing weakly into the mud, his chest heaving violently, and his throat emitting hoarse, wheezing breaths like a broken bellows.

The icy rain poured down relentlessly.

Rainwater washed away the blood mixed with mud and sand from his face, dripping down his stubble.

The bloody mark on his neck from the fishing line was soaking in cold water, and the pain was excruciating.

The ground was covered with dead flesh that reeked of blood.

Old Scar lay in the mud for a full half minute before finally managing to stand up, supporting himself with his blood-stained hand.

He pulled the triangular scraper that was embedded in Wang Erhu's throat, rinsed it casually in the rain, and then put it back on his waist.

Then, he dragged his heavy steps, wading through the mud, back to the black Crown with its door wide open.

The carriage was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Old Scar didn't even glance at Chen Bin, who was dead in the back seat, before leaning into the passenger seat.

He fumbled under the seat for a moment and pulled out a heavy black leather bag.

I unzipped the zipper and took a look; inside were stacks of neatly bundled 100-yuan bills.

Old Scar tightly wrapped the bag strap around his arm.

Then, he bent down and pulled the fallen gold "Green Submariner" watch out of a muddy puddle next to the pedals.

Old Scar wiped the blood and dirt off the watch face with the corner of his clothes, then clutched it tightly in his hand.

In those bloodshot, murky eyes, a barely suppressed, manic smile finally broke out.

With this bag of cash that could kill someone, plus this gold watch that could be exchanged for hundreds of thousands, he finally had the confidence to turn his life around.

As long as he runs away overnight, flees all the way to the southernmost point, and pays a smuggler to give him a clean new identity, Old Scar can still change his way of life and become a rich boss who eats and drinks well every day.

As for his blind mother and unmarried sister in the countryside...

Then I can only wish them good luck.

Old Scar stuffed the gold watch into his innermost pocket and clutched his chest tightly with his hand.

He wiped the rain off his face, tightened his tattered jacket, and plunged into the dark old forest beside the riverbank without looking back.