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

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot ripped through the night sky above the junkyard without warning.

Before the echoes of the gunshots could even reverberate among the iron frames, the unexpected happened.

Wang Biao's fat hand, which was hanging in mid-air and holding an arrogant posture, was struck hard as if by an invisible hammer.

A dull, sickening "plop" sound.

The right hand, adorned with an expensive jade ring, exploded in mid-air, skin and bone, into a blinding cloud of blood mist.

The precious jade ring on his thumb, along with his two large fingers, was pulverized into tiny pieces, which splashed all over Scarface Liu's face with a "plop."

Wang Biao froze on the spot.

The arrogant, condescending air about him hadn't even faded from his face yet.

He stared blankly down at his wrist, which was now just half a hand, with white bone fragments gushing blood. His small eyes were filled with confusion.

A full second passed before the excruciating pain suddenly pierced his nerves.

"Ah—my hand!"

Wang Biao let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered. The mountain of flesh, who had been strategizing and maneuvering just a moment ago, suddenly went weak in the knees and crashed to the ground.

He clutched his severed hand, which was gushing blood, and rolled and convulsed wildly on the frozen ground covered with sharp coal dust.

That expensive mink coat, a symbol of his status, was instantly covered in mud, coal dust, and his own flesh and blood, making him look like a fat pig being bled by a butcher.

The change came too quickly, leaving the surrounding group of desperados completely dumbfounded.

The burly man stood frozen in place, his face still covered in bits of flesh from Wang Biao's severed finger.

His hand gripping the triangle trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were glazed over, and he muttered unconsciously, "What happened...?"

"Bang!"

Before the word "幺" could be uttered, a second tongue of fire coldly spewed out from the darkness.

Less than half a meter away from the burly man, a thug who was still in a daze didn't even make a sound before his head exploded like a ripe watermelon falling from a height.

A thick, reddish-white liquid mixed with bone fragments, carrying a warm, fishy smell, splashed all over the burly man.

This completely woke up the burly man.

The muscles around his eyes twitched violently, he was terrified, and a piercing scream escaped his throat: "Sniper! Someone's lurking in the shadows with a long gun, calling out names! Take cover!"

After yelling that, he completely ignored Wang Biao, who was still rolling and screaming on the ground. Like a mad dog, he scrambled towards the half-brick wall at the edge of the scrap yard, cowering in the shadows at the base of the wall, not daring to even breathe.

His piercing scream finally brought the group of terrified desperados back to their senses.

The thugs who realized what was happening were all terrified.

They screamed in terror, like a swarm of rats scalded by boiling water, and frantically scrambled behind the dilapidated Santana and the rusty iron frame.

But some people were still a step behind.

One of the thugs, clutching a machete, shuddered and, in his panic, turned and took half a step forward, before he could even pull his neck back down.

"Bang!"

In the unfathomable darkness, a third tongue of fire coldly spewed forth.

The thug's head exploded in mid-air like a watermelon hit squarely by a sledgehammer.

Before the headless corpse could even react, it took two quick steps forward using the momentum of its escape before crashing headfirst into the cinder pile with a dull thud.

The hot blood gushing from his neck instantly melted the surrounding cinder ground into a dark red muddy mess.

The thugs hiding behind cover covered their mouths tightly, desperately swallowing even the chattering sounds of their teeth.

Apart from the howling of the cold wind, the only sound at the entire waste yard was Wang Biao's heart-wrenching screams in the center of the open space.

The blood gushing from Wang Biao's severed wrist had already formed a small pool.

Because of blood loss and excruciating pain, his rationality was forcibly awakened somewhat by the pain.

He looked around in horror and realized that his huge, obese body was completely exposed in the middle of the open space, and under the light of the burning gasoline drum, he was a perfect live target.

"Little Dragon...save me!"

While desperately pinching his severed wrist with his intact left hand to try and stop the bleeding, Wang Biao writhed like a dying maggot into the shadows, squeezing out a hoarse wail: "Pull me up! Someone fucking come and pull me up!"

There was a deathly silence behind the brick wall; not a single person peeked out.

Wang Biao was so anxious his eyes were practically bulging out. He rubbed his chin against the frozen ground covered in sharp coal dust, his voice filled with a hysterical allure and despair: "I'll give you money! I'll give you money! Whoever comes out now and pulls me in, I'll give him 100,000... no, 1 million! Right now!"

Behind the half-brick wall.

The burly man pressed himself tightly against the cold brick surface, his back soaked with cold sweat mixed with the stench of other people's brains.

Hearing Wang Biao's roar as he threw money around, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched twice.

But when his gaze swept over the headless corpse a few steps away, still steaming, and then looked at the bottomless darkness, he swallowed hard, swallowing a mouthful of bloody saliva. He squeezed his burly body into the corner as if he were deaf.

No matter how much money you have, you still need to be alive to spend it.

That deadly spear hidden in the darkness might be around someone's head right now; whoever dares to show their face will become a rotten watermelon.

After shouting for a long time, all that could be heard was the howling of the cold wind.

Looking at the pack of vicious dogs he had fed with money every day, now unable to be swayed even by a million-dollar reward, the hope in Wang Biao's eyes gradually faded.

He gritted his teeth in despair, like a dying fat maggot, dragging his bleeding severed wrist as he desperately crawled forward on the sharp cinder ground.

"Bang!"

In the unfathomable darkness, a fourth flame suddenly erupted without warning.

The bullet, with a piercing whistling sound, pierced Wang Biao's right thigh with perfect accuracy.

"ah--"

Wang Biao's massive, obese body suddenly bounced upwards and slammed heavily back onto the frozen ground.

He instinctively reached out to cover his thick leg, which was almost broken in two, tears and snot streaming down his face from the pain. A hysterical curse erupted from his throat: "Fuck! Fuck your mother! Who! Who the hell is it?!"

"Don't let me find out... If I find out, I'll kill your whole family! I'll kill your whole family!"

It was not far from him.

Liu Jingjing, her face covered in blood and scars, lay quietly on the ground.

He watched Wang Biao writhe in the cinders like a dead dog, pleading for help. The flesh around his eyes twitched violently, and a maniacal laugh, like a broken bellows, burst from his throat, filled with a morbid pleasure.

That piercing laughter was like a thorn, stabbing deep into Wang Biao's already fragile nerves.

Wang Biao suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Scarface Liu, who was lying not far away.

In extreme terror, he seemed to have suddenly grasped at the last straw, dragging his broken leg and scrambling toward Scarface Liu.

"They're your people...they're your people, aren't they!"

Wang Biao gasped for breath, having trampled all dignity and self-respect underfoot. Ignoring the blood gushing from his legs, he pleaded hysterically with Scarface Liu, his voice trembling with fear: "Brother Liu! Scarface! Make him stop! Make him stop shooting!"