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

As soon as he appeared, the group of desperados who had been baring their teeth and spewing vulgarities all lowered their heads obediently.

Even the burly man with a fierce face lowered the triangle he was holding, hunched over, and shouted in a muffled voice.

"Brother Biao".

Wang Biao ignored him.

His small eyes, squeezed shut by his thick flesh, looked past the crowd and landed directly on Scarface Liu, who was hanging by chains.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly grinned and smiled.

"You must be Scarface Liu."

Wang Biao exhaled a thick puff of white cigar smoke, his tone laced with sarcasm: "I didn't expect you old bones to be so tough. I finished a whole cigar in the car, and you didn't utter a single soft word."

Scarface Liu was covered in blood, his head drooping limply, like a beaten old dog.

Hearing Wang Biao's voice, he struggled to lift his eyelids, which were swollen into a slit.

His gaze pierced through the blood smeared on his eyelashes. Scarface Liu stared intently at the mountain of flesh before him. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and began to mock in a hoarse voice, his slit lips agape.

"You're Wang Biao?"

"Fuck you, you scared the hell out of me! If you hadn't said anything, I would have thought some fat pig from the pen had escaped and come to life."

The faces of the group of desperados around them changed instantly.

The burly man glared, threw away the bloodstained triangular iron in his hand, clenched his fist the size of a sandbag, and swung it hard at Scarface Liu's stomach and heart.

"You old bastard! You're asking for it!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of fists colliding rang out one after another, each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound, making Scarface Liu swing violently on the rusty iron chains like a broken sandbag.

Scarface Liu couldn't even scream. He spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, and his ribs caved in deeply with a cracking sound.

The burly man, his eyes bloodshot with rage, grabbed Scarface Liu's blood-stained hair and raised his bloodied fist to smash it into his temple.

Just then, a thick hand wearing a jade ring slowly reached out and grabbed the burly man's wrist.

"Alright, Xiao Long."

Wang Biao, with a cigar between his fingers, exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke, his voice laced with nonchalance: "Giving him a lesson is enough."

The burly man's fist froze in mid-air, gripped by the fat hand. He didn't even dare to struggle, his face turning red as he obediently released his strength.

Wang Biao released his grip and slowly dusted the cigarette ash off his mink coat: "No matter what, he's my senior, so I should at least give him some face. Don't actually kill him."

The burly man, panting heavily, withdrew his hand, his knuckles covered in thick, black blood from Scarface Liu.

He stepped aside and asked, puzzled.

"Brother Biao, do you know this old good-for-nothing?"

"I've heard of it."

Wang Biao slowly took two steps forward, his thick double chin trembling with the movement: "He and I are from the same county. Years ago, before I made my fortune, when I was making a living by collecting coal cinders on the back street of the train station, Scarface had already made a name for himself."

"Back then, you had a ton of money in your hands and more than twenty henchmen following you around. You were quite the big shot."

Wang Biao, with a cigar between his fingers, said, "I never imagined you'd end up like this. I was watching you from the muddy ground back then, dreaming every day of when I'd rise to such a position. So, according to the rules of the underworld, my calling you 'Scarface' today is well-deserved."

Scarface Liu let out a strange laugh that sounded like a broken bellows.

He abruptly turned his head, spitting a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground, and cursed loudly through his lisp.

"Rules? According to the old rules, I'm the grandpa, and you're just a grandson who can only hold my chamber pot! You should call me Scarface!"

The burly man glared, and the veins on his wrist bulged again.

"You old geezer, I think you deserve another beating!"

"Little Dragon".

Wang Biao calmly grabbed the burly man's wrist and pressed his arm down: "Don't get so angry. The old comrade is down on his luck now, he's feeling aggrieved, can't we let him vent a little?"

He released his grip and slowly dusted the cigarette ash off his mink coat.

"I know what you're thinking."

Wang Biao leaned closer to Scarface Liu, his voice chillingly cold, like a venomous snake crawling across the back of his hand: "You want to provoke me so I can shoot you and give you a quick death, right? Normally, out of respect for you being my senior, I would definitely grant your request. But not this time. Do you know why?"

Scarface Liu struggled desperately against the rusty iron chains, his eyes red as he glared at the mountain of flesh before him.

"So what if he killed someone!"

He was panting heavily, blood and spittle flying down his chin: "Your pack of dogs has been nagging about it the whole way! That bastard Old Scar not only killed Chen Jianguo's son, but also slaughtered your son, you fat pig, right? So you're in a hurry for revenge, wanting to drag him back and tear him to pieces! But I'm not telling you! I just want to see you, you fat pig, staring blankly, helpless!"

"Tsk."

Wang Biao smacked his lips lightly, his gentle expression instantly turning to ice.

"Scarface, you're underestimating me."

He straightened up, exhaling a thick puff of white cigar smoke with an air of nonchalance: "I've been out here for so many years, doing dirty work and seeing big money. I kill others, others kill me, it's all commonplace in the underworld. As for human lives, I'll definitely take revenge if I can, but if the person runs too fast and I can't catch them, then so be it."

Wang Biao reached out and touched his shiny, chubby head, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm still young, what's the loss of a son? At worst, I can spend some money, find a few more beautiful young women, and have another one. I really don't care that much about it."

His tone suddenly changed, turning extremely cold.

"But he killed more than just my son."

Wang Biao slowly raised his head.

"He killed Deputy Secretary Chen's only son."

"This is not a matter of whether I, Wang Biao, want revenge or not."

"This is the Wang family's business; whether or not we can continue to live in the south is up to us."

"Chen Jianguo has gone mad."

"He wants Old Scar dead."

"He wants everyone associated with Old Scar to shut their mouths."

Wang Biao reached out, and his thick finger, adorned with a jade ring, gently poked at the bloodstains on Scarface Liu's chest, grinding it forcefully.

"If you don't tell me today, I won't be able to get past Deputy Secretary Chen."

Scarface Liu was stunned.

Then, a burst of maniacal laughter erupted from his throat. He laughed so hard that his whole body convulsed, causing the chains hanging in mid-air to rattle, and large mouthfuls of black blood to flow down from the corners of his mouth.

"Can't pass the test?"

Scarface Liu stared intently at Wang Biao with his bloodshot eyes, as if watching a joke, and suddenly roared at the top of his lungs, "If you can't deliver, that's your problem, what does it have to do with me!"

He strained his neck forward with all his might, spitting blood and saliva at Wang Biao like a vengeful ghost.

"If they can't find Old Scar, that old bastard Chen Jianguo will definitely not let you off! Not only will you die, but all of you stray dogs that follow him around biting him will also die!"

Scarface Liu's blood-stained face contorted with a maniacal ecstasy, his features twisted in a grimace.

"Great! Even if I die here today, having so many bastards like you coming down to the underworld to accompany me, to take my place, is worth it! It's fucking worth it! If you have the guts, kill me now, do it!"

Wang Biao remained completely unmoved by Scarface Liu's suicidal rants.

He slowly withdrew the finger that was stuck in Scarface Liu's chest, took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped away the sticky bloodstains on his fingertip little by little.

The cold wind in the open space stirred up sparks from the gasoline drum, which flickered and shone on Wang Biao's gloomy face.

He casually tossed the cleaned handkerchief into the wind, letting it drift onto the cinder ground, then bent down, his thick double chin almost touching Scarface Liu's ear.

Wang Biao's lip muscles curled into a cruel smile as he slowly uttered a sentence.

"Dying is easy."

He lowered his voice, his tone seductive like a viper's hiss: "But Scarface, aren't you going to take revenge?"

Scarface Liu's frantically twisting body suddenly froze in mid-air.