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

It all happened so fast, almost in the blink of an eye.

The seven or eight henchmen holding homemade guns who were laughing foolishly with Ma Hou a second ago were now watching helplessly as their boss was dragged away like a radish and used as a shield.

They were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape, beads of sweat instantly forming on their foreheads. Even their fingers, which were on the trigger, froze, and they dared not pull it.

Dead silence.

Apart from the painful gasps coming from the monkey's mouth, there was no other sound in the entire forest.

Old Scar hid in the broad back of the monkey, his face, covered in mud, blood, and scald blisters, now contorted like a demon crawling out of hell.

That pathetic, groveling, and tearful demeanor from just moments ago has completely vanished.

"Click".

Old Scar used his dislocated and twisted arm to brace against Ma Hou's shoulder, using the leverage to deftly push and pull the handguard with one hand to load the gun.

The dark muzzle of a hunting rifle emerged from the monkey's neck, its sights fixed on the terrified henchmen directly in front of it.

Old Scar spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with mud, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together, revealing a ruthless, cannibalistic nature.

"Don't move. If anyone moves, I'll blow your boss's head off first, then send you down to join him."

With a shotgun pressed firmly against his throat, the intense pain finally brought Ma Hou back to his senses from his brief unconsciousness.

He felt as if his nasal bone had been smashed by a hammer, and warm blood from his nose flowed back into his throat, causing him to cough repeatedly.

"Old Scar, what are you doing!"

Ma Hou's Adam's apple bobbed painfully, and he roared through gritted teeth, his face contorted with rage: "Didn't we agree before? You give me 300,000 and a gold watch, and I'll let you go! How come you suddenly went back on your word the moment I agreed? This isn't how a person behaves! Even in the underworld, you have to keep your word!"

Faced with this question, Old Scar curled his lips and let out a disdainful sneer.

He didn't even bother to respond, instead swinging the solid wooden stock of the five-round burst rifle with one hand and smashing it down hard on Ma Hou's blood-soaked head.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The immense force knocked the monkey off balance, sending it crashing heavily into the foul-smelling mud like a piece of rotten wood, splashing mud everywhere.

The monkey, his face covered in blood, gritted his teeth and desperately tried to get up, his hands gripping the mud.

A dark gun barrel pierced his forehead, freezing him in mid-air.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Old Scar looked down at him condescendingly: "Tell all your lackeys to put down their guns and step back at least ten paces! Otherwise, I'll rip your skull off!"

With a shotgun poking his forehead, Ma Hou's ruthless, bloodthirsty nature from his younger days was completely unleashed.

Despite the excruciating pain of his fractured nasal bone, he not only didn't back down, but instead stubbornly held the gun barrel against his forehead, slowly straightening his back from the mud.

Old Scar's eyes darkened, and he suddenly exerted force with his arm gripping the gun barrel, pressing the muzzle heavily down onto Ma Hou's forehead.

"court death?"

Old Scar gritted his teeth, his dislocated arm gripping the handguard tightly, his thumb pressing directly onto the hammer.

The veins on Ma Hou's neck bulged, and he stubbornly held the gun barrel, refusing to back down an inch. A wild, cold smile stretched across his blood-covered face.

"Shoot!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with mud and roared through his slurred voice.

A fierce glint flashed in Old Scar's eyes: "You really think I wouldn't dare shoot you?"

"Boom!"

Ma Hou laughed even more unrestrainedly, pointing at the circle of henchmen carrying homemade guns around him: "This whole forest is full of my men! If you dare to lay a finger on me today, these seven or eight guns will turn you into a pile of minced meat in an instant! You'll be buried with me!"

Faced with this defiant attitude, Old Scar remained silent for two seconds.

His tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Good methods, good courage."

Old Scar abandoned his earlier ruthless rage, and his tone softened: "No wonder he was able to swallow that old fox, Scarface Liu, whole."

He raised the muzzle of his gun slightly, but kept it firmly locked on Ma Hou's forehead.

"How about this?"

Old Scar conveniently offered a way out: "I'll give you the address of the money now, and you can send your men to collect it. Let's stick to our agreement: you take the money, and I'll leave this forest alive. Otherwise, if we just sit here and wait, and one of our fingers slips and the gun goes off, we'll both be dead. After all, we're all in this for the money; it's not worth risking our lives."

Upon hearing this, the monkey's eyes darted around.

He forced a smile and said, "Alright, Brother Scarface, we'll do it your way. I was thinking the same thing, but I was worried you'd double-cross us and lead the guys astray in the woods. Since you're so agreeable, I won't hesitate either!"

"Follow the narrow path down the mountain, and when you reach the fork in the road, turn east. There is a crooked old willow tree that has been charred half by lightning."

Old Scar stared into Ma Hou's eyes and spoke slowly: "Under the tree roots, there's an abandoned bear den, covered by a pile of rotten branches. Two hundred thousand in cash and that big gold watch were all wrapped in black waterproof tarpaulin and stuffed tightly into the cracks in the rocks at the bottom of the den."

Upon hearing the detailed address, the monkey's eyes darted around twice.

His mind was racing with calculations. Three hundred thousand yuan plus a gold watch was no small sum. If he sent only one person, they might be tempted by the money and run away with it. If he sent two people, they might just hit it off and embezzle the money.

Only by sending three people together, keeping an eye on each other, would no one dare to make any rash moves.

Thinking of this, Ma Hou, with his lisping voice, shouted at the group of henchmen in front of him.

"Big Head! Blackie! Pockmarked! You three are quick on your feet, go down the mountain and get it for me right now!"

To completely stabilize morale, Ma Hou immediately offered a hefty reward: "Listen up, all of you! As long as you bring back the 300,000 and the gold watch safely, the three of you who went to run the errands will each get 20,000! The brothers who stayed here with me to keep watch will each get 10,000! We'll settle the rest when we get back!"

Upon hearing this, the henchmen, who had been trembling with fear, instantly had their eyes gleaming with greed.

The three men nodded repeatedly, turned around abruptly, and plunged into the misty old forest, running impatiently down the mountain until their footsteps were no longer audible.

Once the three men were out of sight, the remaining four henchmen, though still holding their guns, had their hostility transformed into a fervent anticipation of money.

Old Scar listened as the footsteps disappeared into the thick fog, his arm gripping the hunting rifle remaining as steady as a rock, the barrel pressed firmly against Ma Hou's forehead.

He exhaled a breath of blood-tinged air and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I've given you the address. Shouldn't you tell your men to put their guns away? Also, untie Scarface Liu first. Without him leading the way, I won't be able to get out of this old forest."

Upon hearing this, Ma Hou followed Old Scar's gaze and glanced at Scarface Liu, who was lying half-dead next to the large blue stone.

He felt the gun barrel against his forehead, grinned, and laughed heartily, his mouth smeared with blood and foam.

"Alright! Old Scar is a straightforward guy, and I, Monkey, will definitely not be ambiguous either!"

Ma Hou raised his hand and casually pressed down on the wrists of his remaining henchmen: "Put your weapons down! Hei Zi, go and untie the ropes binding my boss!"

The four henchmen exchanged glances, then obediently lowered the homemade guns they were holding, finally removing their pointed guns from Old Scar's head.

One of the henchmen reluctantly put away his gun, took out a dagger from his waist, walked over, squatted down next to the large blue stone, and quickly untied the thick hemp rope binding Scarface Liu.

Once the restraints were released, Scarface Liu collapsed completely into the muddy water like a rag doll, clutching his chest and coughing violently, while black blood from his severed leg continued to seep out of his trouser leg.

Ma Hou slumped in the stinking mud pit, turning his head to stare at his former elder brother.

The hostility on his face vanished completely, and instead he sighed in a pretentious manner, adopting a hypocritical expression of deep emotion.

"Scarface, you've suffered."

Looking at Scarface Liu's blood-stained face, Ma Hou said with a helpless, hypocritical tone, "Actually, as his brother, I know perfectly well that you were the one who brought me into the business and provided for my needs. I've always remembered that kindness."

He sucked out the blood rushing back into his throat and tried to make amends with a sincere expression: "If you hadn't been so inflexible in your actions, insisting on blocking all the money-making opportunities for the brothers below, leaving us not even a drop of soup... I would never have gone that way against you."

Scarface Liu lay in the mud, his eyes filled with hatred fixed on Ma Hou. He spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm directly onto Ma Hou's rubber shoes, not even bothering to say a word to the beast.

Ma Hou wasn't annoyed. He looked down at the bloody sputum on his shoe and shook his head insincerely.

You're lucky to be alive today.

Ma Hou shifted his gaze back to Old Scar, and sneered, "Since your brother is willing to pay 300,000 and a gold Rolex to redeem you, I, as his underling, will give him face. Once my three brothers return with the money, this old debt of ours will be completely settled."