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

Time crawled by, bit by bit, painfully in the dark, damp, and cold deep forest.

The campfire below didn't bring much warmth to the group of henchmen; instead, it became a live target for attracting poisonous insects.

This muddy ground, which sucks at your ankles, is a breeding ground for poisonous insects. Blind mosquitoes, grasshoppers, and unknown flying insects the size of fingernails, attracted by the human presence and the firelight, frantically swarmed onto the faces and necks of this group of people.

"Snapped!"

"Slap! Slap!"

The resounding slaps echoed through the deathly silent forest, accompanied by the irritated muttering curses of the henchmen, continuing all night long.

When the thick, sticky white sweat mist began to turn a sickly grayish-white, it was dawn.

The campfire had long since died out, leaving only a half-dead, dark red ember, emitting choking white smoke in the cold wind.

A henchman who was dozing against a tree root suddenly woke up, frantically scratching his swollen cheek while yawning and muttering, "Brother Monkey, we've been keeping watch all night, and we haven't even seen a ghost."

Another henchman rubbed his bloodshot eyes, got up from the ground, spat into his hand, and rubbed his face. "Yeah, the insects in this forest are too poisonous. None of the brothers are a single piece of flesh on their skin. Did that bastard Old Scar abandon this piece of junk and sneak away in the dark?"

Upon hearing this, the monkey sitting on the dead tree stump instantly turned gloomy.

He raised his head, squinting his bloodshot eyes, staring intently at the tree canopy above him, which was gradually emitting a pale, bright light.

Extreme anxiety and the pent-up anger from not sleeping all night caused Ma Hou to completely lose his patience.

He strode to the edge of the mud pit and looked at Scarface Liu, who was half-submerged in the mud and had fallen asleep against a tree root due to extreme weakness and exhaustion. The violence in his eyes exploded completely.

Ma Hou raised his foot, clad in hard-soled rubber shoes, and kicked Scarface Liu hard in the side.

The intense sensation of bone dislocation instantly woke Scarface Liu from his sleep.

He suddenly opened his eyes, convulsing violently in the muddy water like a dying, rotting fish, gasping for breath.

The monkey looked down at him, a sinister smirk creeping onto its lips.

"Scarface!"

Ma Hou patted Scarface Liu's pale face with the barrel of his gun, gritted his teeth and spat out: "Brother, I and my brothers have spent the whole night in this desolate wilderness, bitten all over by poisonous insects in this forest, while you, you piece of trash, are sleeping so soundly."

He snorted coldly.

"Looks like that outsider, Old Scar, just dumped you here like a used shoe and ran away with you completely."

Ma Hou sighed insincerely, "I thought he was a ruthless character with a lot of loyalty, but it turns out he's just a coward who's afraid of death. I originally thought we brothers could use this 200,000 yuan deal to get closer and catch up. Now it seems I have to say goodbye to you ahead of time."

He stood up, slung his five-shot shotgun over his shoulder, and gave a mocking bow to Scarface Liu, who was standing in the mud.

"Brother, you go first and explore the underworld for me. I will come to accompany you after I pass away."

After saying that, he casually waved to the few henchmen holding homemade guns beside him.

"Aim for his head, you fucking idiots. My brother Scarface has always been afraid of pain, so hurry up and give him a quick death. Don't let my brother suffer too much before he dies."

"Click! Click!"

With a crisp metallic clang, seven or eight black gun barrels were instantly cocked and pressed firmly against Scarface Liu's forehead and the back of his head.

The cold muzzle of the gun made Scarface Liu tremble all over, his scarlet eyes fixed on Ma Hou.

Ma Hou, however, wore a smug grin on his face as he looked down at his former boss in the mud.

"Scarface, you can go in peace."

Ma Hou lowered his voice and slowly shoved the most vicious words into Scarface Liu's ears: "From now on, I will definitely take good care of her for you, and serve her comfortably every night. I will never let her suffer the slightest grievance."

These words, which were like a poisoned knife, shattered Scarface Liu's remaining rationality.

"You son of a bitch! You bastard!"

Like a dying man experiencing a sudden burst of energy, Scarface Liu completely ignored the gun barrel pressed against his forehead, digging his hands into the stinking mud, veins bulging on his neck, and hysterically cursing at Ma Hou: "I'll fuck your ancestors for eight generations! Even if I become a vengeful ghost, I'll drag you down with me! You'll die a horrible death—"

"Bang!"

Before Scarface Liu could finish his scathing curse, a muffled gunshot suddenly ripped through the deathly silence of the forest in the early morning.

The henchman who had just been holding a gun to the back of Scarface Liu's head didn't even have time to utter a sound before a blinding cloud of blood burst open from the side of his neck.

He was like a limp shrimp whose tendons had been pulled out, plunging headfirst into the stinking mud pit, warm blood instantly splattering all over Scarface Liu's head and face.

"There's a hidden gun!"

"Old Scar isn't gone!"

The group of henchmen around him, who had been frozen all night and were already on edge, were terrified.

They immediately scattered like bees from a disturbed nest, scrambling and crawling into the surrounding mud, clutching their heads and hiding behind thick tree trunks, barely daring to breathe.

Faced with this sudden change, the monkey standing still showed no panic whatsoever.

He instinctively shrank his neck at first, and then, instead of fear, his pointed, monkey-faced features burst forth with an almost manic ecstasy.

"Hahaha! You old bastard! I thought you really fucking ran away!"

Greed instantly overwhelmed fear in the monkey's eyes. He stared intently at the thick fog from which the gunshots came, then abruptly leveled his five-shot shotgun and roared in a hoarse voice, "Thank goodness they didn't run away! Shoot them all! The money's right there!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The monkey, acting like a madman, frantically pulled the trigger at the deathly white mist and treetops.

He didn't even look at the target, only focusing on unleashing a torrent of firepower, firing all five single-shot rounds from his magazine in one go.

The violent recoil made his shoulders shake violently, and the deafening gunshots echoed through the old forest, tearing through the cold morning mist.

Seeing this, the henchmen hiding behind the trees also mustered their courage and poked their heads out of the mud.

They raised their homemade guns and double-barreled shotguns, and blindly fired in the direction the monkey had fired.

Gunfire erupted and smoke filled the air.

Large swaths of pine needles and broken, withered branches fell down with a pungent smell of gunpowder, while mud and wood chips flew wildly through the air.

Only when the gun barrel made a "click-clack" sound of emptying did Ma Hou stop, panting heavily.

He casually wiped his face, which was blackened by gunpowder smoke, while the barrel of the gun in his hand was still emitting wisps of hot smoke.

Apart from the echoing gunshots, there was no other sound around.

Ma Hou quickly loaded new bullets into the gun, kicked a henchman in the buttocks, and grimaced as he gestured forward with his mouth.

"Let's go take a look!"

He held the reloaded hunting rifle, licking his chapped lips: "Even if that bastard were made of iron, after taking so many bullets, he'd be riddled with holes by now!"