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

Old Scar waded through the mud and water, walking step by step to a spot less than three meters from the large bluestone.

"stop!"

Ma Hou's finger was tightly gripping the trigger, and he pressed the dark muzzle of the gun down hard: "Right there! Don't you know the rules? Kneel down for me!"

Without any hesitation, Old Scar's knees buckled, and he knelt upright in the muddy pit filled with sour, bloody water.

Mud splattered all over him, and his disheveled and dejected appearance made him feel utterly ashamed.

He slightly raised his head, and a hint of flattery and resignation was perfectly squeezed out of his cold, triangular eyes.

"Brother Monkey, I'm completely mortified."

Old Scar's voice was hoarse, carrying the desperate plea of ​​a fugitive begging for survival: "The 200,000 yuan that Young Master Chen left me for my escape, I didn't dare carry with me. I hid it all in a dead corner outside the woods. If you're kind enough to spare my life today, I'll immediately lead the way to get the money, as a token of my gratitude for your hard work."

Upon hearing these words, Ma Hou's sinister eyes darted around, and a surge of greed welled up within him.

That bastard really had a trick up his sleeve.

Thank goodness I didn't just shoot him dead. First, I'll coax the money out of his pocket. Once the 200,000 is firmly in my own pocket, I'll slap this outsider's head and use it to buy Boss Chen's bonus. Two birds with one stone—that's a sure-fire way to make money!

While his mind was racing with calculations, the fake smile on Ma Hou's face grew even brighter.

"No problem!"

Ma Hou generously raised his chin at Old Scar, adopting a boss-like demeanor: "We're out here making money! As long as you behave and lead the way without any tricks, I'll protect your life!"

After saying that, he tilted the barrel of his gun towards the henchman next to him who was holding a homemade gun, and gestured forward with his chin.

"Go! Get a rope and tie him up!"

The henchman swallowed hard, staring warily at Old Scar kneeling on the ground. He didn't move, but instead mustered his courage and suggested, "Brother Monkey, this bastard has too many tricks up his sleeve. Let's just kill him now! Anyway, Boss Chen's bounty is death or life; killing him directly will save us from any further trouble..."

"Snapped!"

Before the henchman could finish speaking, Ma Hou slapped him hard across the face, making him stagger.

"What the hell are you talking nonsense about!"

Ma Hou glared at him fiercely, afraid that this subordinate would ruin his scheme to get 200,000 yuan: "I said you have to be tied up, so you tie me up! If you dare say another word, I'll shoot you first! Get over there!"

The henchman who had been slapped didn't dare utter a sound, nodding repeatedly while covering his swollen cheek.

He tore a bloodstained thick hemp rope from his belt, held the homemade gun, and cautiously approached as if guarding against a thief.

The henchman waded through the mud and water to Old Scar's back. Seeing that Old Scar was unresponsive like a resigned lamb, he mustered up his courage, grabbed Old Scar's raised hands, and twisted them tightly behind his back.

The rough hemp rope then wrapped around it.

The henchman gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Old Scar's wrist, wrapping it around tightly. Finally, he raised his foot, stepped on Old Scar's back, and yanked him backward, tying a tight knot.

Once they were sure the rope was completely secured, the henchmen finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, looking at the old scar tightly bound in front of him, an inexplicable surge of anger rushed to his head.

"You fucking old bastard!"

The henchman cursed and suddenly raised his foot, clad in a tattered rubber shoe, and kicked Old Scar hard in the back.

Old Scar was kicked and lost his balance, falling headfirst into the sour, foul-smelling muddy water.

The henchman, still not satisfied, lunged forward with bloodshot eyes, kicking and stomping at Old Scar, who was lying in the mud.

"You made us brothers suffer so much in this wretched forest!"

Accompanied by the dull thuds of hand-to-hand combat, mud splattered everywhere.

The henchmen grew increasingly frenzied, each kick aimed with deadly intent: "You even killed Gou Sheng! I'll crush your bones today!"

Just as he raised the homemade gun in his hand, preparing to smash the wooden butt of the gun against the back of Old Scar's head.

"Snapped!"

A sharp, resounding slap suddenly rang out.

Ma Hou strode over and slapped the henchman hard on the back of the head, sending the henchman spinning halfway around before he landed hard on his backside in a mud puddle.

"Monkey King, why did you hit me!"

The henchman, clutching his head, pointed at Old Scar on the ground with a face full of resentment: "That bastard has made us suffer so much, and he even killed so many of our brothers! Can't I vent my anger?"

"What are you venting your anger on!"

Ma Hou's eyes widened, and he kicked the henchman in the shoulder with a backhand: "Get the hell out of here! When did you become the one to speak, you bastard?"

The henchman shrank back after being kicked, not daring to utter a sound, and scrambled to the side.

After scolding his men away, Ma Hou casually tucked his five-shot shotgun under his arm, put on a fake smile, and walked through the stinking mud to squat down in front of Old Scar.

He stretched out his calloused hands and actually grabbed Old Scar's arm, forcefully helping Old Scar, who had fallen into the mud, to his knees.

"Old Scar, you've suffered."

Ma Hou pretended to pat the mud off Old Scar's shoulder and sighed insincerely, "The brothers under my command are ignorant and rough. Don't take it to heart. This little brother of mine has been trekking through these old forests with me all night, suffering terribly. You just killed his good brother, Gou Sheng. He's holding a grudge and doesn't know his own strength when he strikes."

Old Scar straightened up and knelt down, letting the blood and mud stream down his face. A hint of flattery and bitterness squeezed out of his dark gray triangular eyes.

"It's alright, Brother Monkey, I understand."

Old Scar's voice was hoarse, revealing the weariness of someone desperately trying to survive: "Brothers, if you have anger in your hearts, just let it out. We're all just trying to make a living out here. I was forced into this situation. That old bastard Chen Jianguo's son is too ruthless. If I don't silence him, I'll be the one who dies."

He hunched his back slightly, adopting a posture that seemed to sink into the mud, and threw out the most deadly bait.

"I don't want anything now, I just want to live unscathed. Brother Monkey, to tell you the truth, besides the 200,000 yuan in cash, I also took a watch off Chen Bin's wrist before I ran away."

Old Scar paused, lowering his voice even further: "A pure gold Rolex, the dial completely studded with South African diamonds. Chen Bin showed it off in the car; it's a top-of-the-line item smuggled from Hong Kong. If you spare my life today, I'll give you all the money, along with this big gold Rolex."

Are there foreign watches?

Upon hearing these words, a greedy glint flashed in Ma Hou's sinister eyes.

In his early years, he followed Scarface Liu and mingled in the city's underworld, engaging in many thievery robbing foreigners and honey trap schemes. He knew all about these foreign things very well.

In an era when even buying a bicycle required a ration coupon, the earliest speculators and nouveau riche in the south were most fond of these large gold watches with foreign numerals.

This stuff is practically a commodity with a price but no market in the underworld. You can easily sell it for ten or twenty thousand on the black market!

With 200,000 in cash and this windfall, this deal is incredibly profitable.

The monkey licked its chapped lips and impatiently asked, "Where is that thing now?"

Old Scar gave a bitter laugh and helplessly pointed with his chin to his hands, which were tied behind his back.

"Brother Monkey, I'm just afraid that if I reveal all my trump cards, I'll lose my life."

Old Scar sighed, meeting Ma Hou's gaze cautiously as he bargained, "So, I've hidden the two hundred thousand in cash and the gold watch in a secluded corner outside the woods. Only when I'm completely safe, and I'm sure I can get down the mountain unharmed, can I take you to retrieve them..."

Upon hearing this, the fake smile on Ma Hou's face gradually disappeared.

He stared intently at Old Scar's mud-covered face, the fat on his cheeks twitching slightly, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a crumpled cigarette, which he then put in his mouth.

"Snap—"

He lit a match, took a deep breath, and thick white smoke instantly sprayed onto Old Scar's face.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the red-hot cigarette butt and, without any warning, stabbed it hard into Old Scar's forehead.

"Sizzle—"

The scalding hot cigarette butt instantly burned through the skin, and the stench of burnt flesh permeated the cold air.

"ah--!"

The sudden, excruciating pain made Old Scar shudder violently. He arched his back in agony, letting out a pig-like scream, desperately twisting his head in the mud to avoid the scalding cigarette butt: "Brother Monkey! It hurts! Stop burning me!"

Seeing Old Scar's pathetic state, with tears streaming down his face and him rolling on the ground, Ma Hou's eyes grew even more violent.

Fuck you!

Ma Hou suddenly spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, raised his foot, which was wearing a hard-soled rubber shoe, and kicked Old Scar hard in the heart.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Old Scar was kicked and rolled backward twice, mud and all. A violent cough mixed with blood gushed from his throat, and he curled up in the mud pit like a shrimp.

"Who the hell do you think you are! You dare to try and negotiate with me here!"

Ma Hou was still not satisfied. He strode over and stomped hard on Old Scar's cheek, crushing his head into the sour, stinking mud pit.

The muddy water instantly filled Old Scar's mouth and nose, causing him to suffocate and spasm all over.

The monkey looked down at the dying dog at his feet and slammed the muzzle of his five-shot shotgun directly into Old Scar's temple, leaving a glaring bloody mark.

"Don't you understand the situation yet?"

Ma Hou ground his feet into a rage, his tone utterly venomous: "You're nothing but a worthless corpse, tied up like a dead pig! I'll let you live so you can breathe! What right do you have to ask me for safety? What bargaining chips do you have to negotiate with me!"

He slammed his thumb against the hammer of the shotgun, producing a chilling metallic clang.

"I don't have the patience to waste time with you! Now, obediently hand over where you hid the money! If you dare utter a single word of dissent, I'll blow your head off right now! I'd rather forgo the money and the gold watch than tolerate your bastardly behavior!"

The cold gun barrel was pressed firmly against his head, and the shadow of death instantly loomed over him.

Old Scar was trampled into the mud, letting out painful whimpers, tears mingling with the mud streaming down his face. He had completely abandoned all dignity, nodding desperately like a hopeless dead dog.

Ma Hou snorted coldly, then moved the gun barrel away half an inch and loosened his grip slightly.

"Monkey King! Cough cough... I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

Old Scar was breathing heavily, his voice trembling with despair: "I'm not negotiating anymore! I'll give you the money and the watch! I'll tell you where I hid the money right now, go get it yourself! Please, don't kill me, spare my life, Brother Monkey!"

Looking at the once arrogant and domineering Yama in front of him, now completely crushed by him, even obediently spitting out his last trump card, Ma Hou's guard finally dropped to zero at this moment.

"Hahaha--"

Ma Hou withdrew his foot with satisfaction, slung the gun over his shoulder, tilted his head back, and let out a haughty, arrogant laugh.

But he had no idea.

Just as he threw his head back and laughed wildly, his chin and throat completely exposed.

In Old Scar's eyes, which were filled with tears and mud, the weakness and fear receded like a tide, and suddenly burst forth with a terrifying, ferocious light like that of a hungry wolf.

His body, which had been limp and begging for mercy, tensed up instantly. With the help of the terrifying explosive power of his waist and abdomen, he sprang up from the mud like a wild beast that had been lying in wait for a long time, and his neck snapped upwards.

"Bang!"

A brutal headbutt, accompanied by the whooshing sound of air being cut, slammed solidly into the monkey's unsuspecting face.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the silent forest.

Before Ma Hou could even let out a scream, his nasal bone collapsed instantly, and two streams of black blood mixed with bone fragments gushed out of his nasal cavity, splattering directly onto Old Scar's face.

The immense impact left Ma Hou's mind blank; the five-shot shotgun slipped from his hand, and he fell straight backward like a chopped-down log.

At the very same second that the monkey fell backward.

Old Scar completely ignored the thick hemp rope tightly binding his wrists from behind.

Using the recoil from the headbutt, he jerked his legs upwards, his body contorting dramatically backwards like a tightly wound spring.

"Crack!"

Two chilling cracking sounds suddenly rang out.

Old Scar gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open, and with a burst of strength, he completely dislocated both of his shoulder joints!

The excruciating pain contorted his features instantly, but he didn't utter a sound. He forcefully pressed his two limp arms, along with the tightly bound rope, down from his buttocks.

His feet flew across his bound hands as if he were walking a tightrope.

In less than a second, the hands that were originally tightly bound behind their backs, with a strange, twisted feeling of dislocation, were forcibly bypassed from under their feet and moved directly to their front!

The moment his hands were freed, Old Scar endured the tearing pain in his shoulder and grabbed the five-shot shotgun that was about to fall to the ground.

He gripped the gun barrel with one hand and yanked it towards his chest, while his other hand gripped the back of Ma Hou's neck like an iron clamp, pulling the blood-covered, half-conscious gang leader up and using him as a human shield.