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

In the deep mountains and forests, the cold wind of late spring, carrying heavy moisture, rustled the newly sprouting shrubs and decaying leaves on the ground.

The forest is most difficult to walk in early spring, as it is covered with sticky, thawed mud and slippery moss.

Scarface Liu gripped a thick wooden stick tightly with both hands, his right leg dragging through the mud like a dead dog.

With each step he took forward, his forehead broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and he gasped for breath like a broken bellows.

With a loud "clang".

The stick slipped on the moss-covered stone, and Scarface Liu fell headfirst into a mud pit, getting his mouth full of mud and foul-smelling dead leaves.

"Grass!"

Scarface Liu lay in the mud, his eyes bloodshot as he pounded his crippled right leg, as if venting endless resentment.

Since his last encounter with Zhao Shanhe, where Da Zhuang, that living devil, smashed his kneecap and genitals with a single shot, Scarface Liu has been completely crippled.

The trees fell and the hozens scattered.

Once he became disabled, his former subordinates, who used to fawn over him like dogs, instantly turned on him.

Especially that opportunistic monkey, who actually dared to mess with Scarface Liu's woman in broad daylight in his house.

He had only cursed once with red eyes when Ma Hou kicked him to the ground, stepped on his face, and called him a "neither male nor female dead eunuch."

That vile woman who usually fawned over him was actually vicious to the core.

Fearing that Scarface Liu might recover and seek revenge, she decided to go all in and immediately urged Ma Hou to find a rope to strangle him to silence him.

If it weren't for an old brother who had followed him from the bottom up and couldn't bear to watch any longer, and who mustered the courage to speak up and stop Ma Hou, given his miserable state with his lower body mangled and blood everywhere, he wouldn't even have been able to crawl out of the room and would have died a humiliating death on his own bed on the spot.

When he barely managed to stay alive, he discovered that the safe, the business, and all the cash he had risked his life to build had been completely stolen by that despicable couple.

Once a powerful local tyrant, he was reduced to being worse off than a stray dog ​​overnight.

If it weren't for Old Scar killing Chen Jianguo's son and needing to flee, and urgently needing Old Scar, an old hand who knew the deep mountains and wild paths, as a guide, and spending a large sum of money, Scarface Liu wouldn't even have the money to buy a knife to take revenge.

Scarface Liu dug his hands into the mud, his fingernails filled with black mud and rotten leaves, and pulled himself out of the quagmire.

"Old Scar, take a break...take a rest!"

Scarface Liu gasped for breath, collapsing onto a rotten piece of wood covered in moss, his whole body trembling with pain.

Old Scar, who was walking ahead, stopped and turned around, stepping on the dead branches scattered on the ground.

Old Scar's eyes were cold and sharp. He didn't speak, but habitually patted the bulging military green satchel in his arms. Inside were cash he planned to use for his escape, as well as the hefty sum he'd paid to Scarface Liu to guide him.

Hearing the dull thud of the bag being slapped, a flicker of extremely suppressed greed flashed across Scarface Liu's cloudy eyes.

But this greed was barely beginning to surface before it was abruptly suppressed by the excruciating pain in his right leg.

Scarface Liu slid the thick wooden stick in his hand to the side, and his whole body collapsed into the mud pit full of decaying leaves like a lump of mud.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Scarface Liu gasped for breath, waving his mud-covered hand repeatedly, "I really can't walk anymore! No matter what, I can't walk any further today!"

The old scarred man walking ahead instantly furrowed his brow into a tight knot.

He strode up to Scarface Liu, his narrow, sinister eyes fixed on the crippled man on the ground. His voice was icy cold: "You've only traveled a few miles since dawn? Chen Jianguo's men have been chasing you like mad dogs, and now you're telling me you can't walk anymore?"

"They wouldn't dare chase us in this deep, remote forest!"

Scarface Liu gasped, pointing to the stench of decaying leaves and the bottomless swamps of mud, his teeth clenched in pain. "It's only spring, the ground is covered in ankle-sucking mud! All those venomous snakes and insects that have been dormant all winter are under these leaves. Even if Chen Jianguo sends a lot of men, they'll be skinned alive groping in the dark in this forest. Tracking them will be incredibly difficult!"

He pounded on the mangled, lifeless leg, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraped across it: "Besides, I'm just a half-dead piece of trash now! Dragging this rotten leg through the mud like pulling radishes, I'm already risking my life to get this far!"

Scarface Liu, in a fit of despair, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva into the mud, then tilted his head back and stared intently at Old Scar.

"If you think it's too slow, then take the money and walk on your own! Let's see if you can hop and skip out of this forest without me leading the way!"

Old Scar remained silent.

He raised his head, squinted, and peered through the tangled, withered branches back the eerie path he had come from. A layer of sticky, white mist had risen from the forest, and the sky was darkening visibly.

Old Scar withdrew his gaze and nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay, let's rest here for today."

He walked to the base of a thick red pine tree, took off the military green satchel from his arms and placed it under his feet, then reached out and unzipped it, taking out two hard, dry flatbreads and a jug of water.

Old Scar raised his hand and flung one of the dry biscuits directly into Scarface Liu's arms.

He sat down against the tree trunk, slowly taking a big bite of the flatbread. His sunken cheeks bulged as he chewed the hard flatbread with a crunching sound.

He unscrewed the kettle, took a sip of cold water, and looked intently at Scarface Liu, who was lying paralyzed in the mud.

"How long will it take to completely get out of this wretched forest?"

Scarface Liu held the dry bread in his mud-covered hands and took a big bite like a vicious dog gnawing on a bone.

"It will take at least another ten days to two weeks!"

Scarface Liu Qian swallowed the rough stuff in his mouth, his throat aching from the scraping: "Just leading you around in circles outside, dodging those mines and sentries, took almost a week! We've only been in this deep forest for a few days, and we haven't even reached the heart of the woods!"

He grabbed the water bottle and gulped down a large mouthful of water. His cloudy eyes, peering through the dim forest mist, stared intently at Old Scar across from him, revealing an undisguised curiosity and apprehension.

"Scarface, what earth-shattering thing have you done?"

Scarface Liu wiped the mud from the corner of his mouth, lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing some filthy thing in the woods: "Right now, both the legitimate and criminal worlds are going crazy, attacking you all over the world! There are so many informants at the train station, it's impossible to even steal coal from a freight train. Those leather hat inspectors would search every coal slag!"

Scarface Liu patted his crippled right leg, his mouth twitching with pain: "The checkpoints on the main roads are one after another. Even the chassis of long-haul trucks have to be flashed with searchlights to get them overboard. Not even a fly can get through!"

He was panting heavily, pointing to the bottomless mud pit and decaying leaves at his feet.

"If it weren't for the fact that there's a complete trap outside, and taking any open path would be a death sentence, you wouldn't have spent so much money forcing a cripple like me to lead you through this deserted, haunted path and suffer this living hell!"