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

In the corridor separated by a wall, the stuffy air was filled with a strong smell of blood and sweat.

The monkey hunched over like a thief, pressing half its body tightly against the rusty fireproof iron door. It didn't dare to breathe, listening intently to the cold metal for a long time before finally straightening up in frustration.

"They've been inside for half an hour, why hasn't there been a single sound?"

Monkey turned his head, his eyes filled with barely suppressed panic: "Brother Hei, do you think... what if when Brother Shanhe comes back, he beats up that bastard Gao Wenbin in front of hundreds of people, and Director Li is going to take him into custody and make him go to jail too?"

Before he could finish speaking, Old Hei raised his leg and delivered a solid kick to the monkey's butt.

"Ouch!"

The monkey staggered forward two steps, clutching its rear end, almost bumping into the wall, and turned its head away with a look of grievance on its face.

Old Hei glared with his bloodshot eyes and cursed angrily, "Shut the hell up! You little bastard, can't you wish your brother Shanhe some good fortune?"

He irritably wiped the sweat from his face, panting as he glanced at the door.

"If the police really want to turn on us and arrest people, they can just bring handcuffs and arrest them directly. Why waste so much time talking behind closed doors? I reckon that Director Li and Brother Shanhe are discussing how to rescue Brother Da Niu and Deputy Factory Director Zhang. They're trying to figure out a way, which is why they're delayed."

Da Zhuang, who was squatting to the side, remained silent.

He looked down and stared intently at the empty aluminum lunchbox in his hand.

The food that Liu Mei had just brought inside had long been eaten up, and there seemed to be a little bit of warmth left on the aluminum shell.

Da Zhuang sighed heavily, his thick fingers turning white at the knuckles, and he gripped the lunchbox even tighter, squeezing the aluminum lid until it was slightly deformed.

Just when everyone was frozen in place, even their breathing was suppressed to the lowest level.

"Squeak—"

A sharp metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out.

The heavy fireproof iron door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

Zhao Shanhe stepped across the threshold expressionlessly and walked out of the dark stairwell.

Seeing that Zhao Shanhe was completely unharmed, without even a handcuff, Lao Hei's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he quickly rushed over to meet him.

"Brother Shanhe! How's it going? Have you heard anything from Da Niu and Deputy Factory Director Zhang?"

The monkey also hurriedly joined in.

Da Zhuang suddenly stood up, still clutching the crumpled lunchbox tightly in his hand, and his brothers swarmed around him in a flurry.

Everyone is waiting for an outcome.

Zhao Shanhe's gaze swept over the group of brothers who had followed him through thick and thin, covered in mud and grime. The unyielding ice in his eyes gradually shattered, replaced by a ruthless determination.

"There's an opening."

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a breath of stale air, his voice not loud, but like iron slamming onto the terrazzo floor: "Director Li has laid out his secrets; we need to arrest someone."

Dazhuang gripped the twisted aluminum lunchbox in his hand and asked in a muffled voice, "Brother Shanhe, who are you going to arrest? I'll go and break their neck!"

"Old Scar".

Zhao Shanhe uttered the name with a cold gaze, as if he were looking at a corpse.

"An old scar?"

Old Hei's eyes widened suddenly, the fat on his cheeks twitched violently, and he gritted his teeth as he cursed, "You mean that bastard who, along with Wang Guowei and Sun Changgui, beat up Tiezhu and stole the keys?"

"It's him."

Zhao Shanhe nodded, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone, and succinctly revealed what Director Li had just told him in the stairwell.

"Old Scar held Chen Jianguo's Achilles' heel. This old bastard not only participated in the attack on Warehouse No. 1, but also silenced Sun Changgui on the way out. What's worse, he turned around and killed Chen Jianguo's own son, whom he had sent to silence him as well."

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp filled the corridor.

Liang Tiejun, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly paused, his fingers holding the cigarette between his fingers.

He took a deep drag on the half-burnt cigarette in his hand, the scarlet flame flickering rapidly at his fingertips.

"In other words..."

Liang Tiejun exhaled a large puff of thick white mist, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed on sandpaper, revealing a deep weariness: "As long as we catch Old Scar and get the death certificate, we can connect the matter of Warehouse No. 1, as well as these blood debts of silencing witnesses, to Deputy Secretary Chen of the city, and we can bring him down."

He hunched over, his rough hands rubbing his stiff, numb cheeks vigorously.

"That way, Lao Zhang and Da Niu can be released with nothing to lose, and Gao Wenbin and his gang will be finished too."

That's how it is.

Zhao Shanhe nodded, his gaze calmly sweeping over his brothers in the corridor: "As long as we catch this person, everything will be over."

After hearing this, Lao Hei's brows furrowed into a deep knot.

He paced impatiently in a half-circle, his rough hand waving heavily in the air: "But brother, this city is so big! It's been half a month since he killed someone. A living, breathing person with legs could have already escaped out of the province. Where are we going to catch him?"

"He can't escape."

Zhao Shanhe directly interrupted Lao Hei's concerns: "Chen Jianguo only has one son. On the night Chen Bin died, all the train stations, long-distance bus stations, and exits from the city were strictly controlled. If Lao Ba wants to survive, he can only rely on his two legs to walk."

Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment.

"And among the people Old Scar killed that night was a man named Wang Erhu. His father was the biggest black marketeer in the south, doing dirty work for Chen Jianguo. In the past two weeks, the police and gangsters have searched every inch of the city, from the train station and bus station to even abandoned air-raid shelters, but they haven't found a single hair on Old Scar's head."

The men in the corridor all pricked up their ears, and even their breathing became unconsciously softer.

Zhao Shanhe raised his eyelids, his gaze piercing through the dim light of the corridor, and went straight to the heart of the matter: "He can't get through on the main road, and he can't hide in the city, so I judge that he must have gone deep into the mountains."

"Drilling into the mountain?"

Big Zhuang, standing nearby, suddenly widened his large, bell-like eyes and mumbled, "Isn't that just courting death! That old forest behind the mountain never sees the sun, and it's full of deadly poisonous snakes and wild boars. Who would dare venture into that area unless they're a seasoned mountain dweller who makes a living there year-round, or an experienced hunter!"

"Yes, it's suicide. But if he wants to live, he has to take the risk."

"If he wanted to get through those deep mountains alive, since he had money in his hands, he would definitely try to bribe an old hunter or a mountain herder to guide him."

"Brother Shanhe, shall we go to the entrance of each village now and ask those old mountain folk one by one?" Monkey impatiently took half a step forward, rubbing his rough hands vigorously on his clothes.