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

"You want revenge for your men? I'll have Xiaolong bring Ma Hou to you right now!"

Wang Biao convulsed in pain, banging his head against the sharp cinder ground with all his might, frantically throwing out bargaining chips amidst mud, water, and blood: "I've arranged for Ma Hou to be treated at the city hospital! I'll have someone tie him up and bring him to you right now so you can deal with him! Once you've taken your revenge, you can leave, and we'll call it a day!"

"My people?"

Scarface Liu froze, a look of bewilderment flashing across his blood-stained face.

He stared blankly at the bottomless darkness, his mind racing.

Those few scoundrels under his command had long since scattered like birds and beasts. Who else would risk their life to come to this junkyard to save him?

Could it be... Old Scar?

Scarface Liu's eye twitched. That mad dog, who looked like a sewer rat, had woken up? And he'd even gotten hold of Chang Huo?

"Did you hear that, Scarface!"

Seeing that Scarface Liu was lying there motionless, Wang Biao assumed that the other party didn't think the stakes were high enough, and he was so frightened that he didn't even care about the excruciating pain in his severed wrist.

Like a fat dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, he dragged his bloodied body and crawled desperately forward in the mud, his voice completely hoarse: "I'll let you kill Ma Hou! If you're still not satisfied, I have more money! All the cash in my big dens at the South Station, all the cash in the safes, just say the word and tell your men not to shoot, it's all yours!"

Hearing Wang Biao's hysterical pleas for mercy, Scarface Liu's blood-stained face twitched violently a few times.

Unbelievable, ecstatic, and almost absurdly triumphant feelings grew wildly in his heart like poisonous weeds.

That's a damn old scar!

The gears in his mind were spinning rapidly, and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he felt that there was only one possibility.

For most of the day, he had been exposed to the flames of the gasoline drums without any cover, like a perfect moving target.

The gunman in the shadows was so accurate, every shot was a headshot. If he hadn't been one of our own, he would have been like that headless corpse on the ground, his brains splattered all over the place.

Thinking of this, Scarface Liu's heart, which had long since turned cold, unexpectedly warmed up uncontrollably amidst the dead end.

That's fucking ironic.

He recalled that when he was down on his luck, those brothers who had sworn to protect him had all vanished without a trace.

Even the monkey he had adopted since childhood and raised like a son had secretly slept with his wife and then turned around and tried to kill him.

But what about Old Scar? Just because the two of them had a shady collaboration, he actually managed to snatch him out of Ma Hou's clutches. To put his mind at ease, he paid to get Old Scar into the city hospital to save his life.

Unexpectedly, this mad dog has come to repay a debt of gratitude today, carrying a long spear!

Thinking of this, Scarface Liu let out a strange laugh that sounded like a broken bellows.

He forcefully propped up his half-broken body with his arms, dragged his broken ribs forward two steps, and grabbed the folding knife in the mud.

"Buy your life with money?"

Scarface Liu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, straddled Wang Biao like a hungry wolf, and slapped his pale, fat face hard with the back of his knife: "Weren't you so smug just now? Acting like some kind of emperor!"

Wang Biao was in so much pain that his entire body trembled violently, and the dizziness from blood loss left him no time to distinguish between reality and illusion.

He clung tightly to Scarface Liu's trouser leg, banging his head against the sharp coal dust, wagging his tail and begging like a dog: "I was wrong! Brother Liu, I was really wrong! I'm bleeding so much I can't hold on any longer, my body is stiff... I don't want to die if this can just be over today!"

"You can live if you want."

Scarface Liu grinned, his mouth agape, and held the tip of his knife against Wang Biao's carotid artery: "First, immediately have someone tie up that bastard Ma Hou and bring him here for me to bleed! Second, prepare 300,000 yuan for me before dawn!"

"I'll give it to you! I agree to everything!"

Wang Biao nodded frantically, tears mixed with blood smearing his face: "I have 300,000 yuan in cash in the safe at the South Railway Station. Ma Hou, I'll have someone go to the city hospital to get it right away! Tell your men to stop shooting!"

Hearing the wailing of his mortal enemy in complete surrender, Scarface Liu's emotions instantly reached their peak.

He felt he had avenged his great grudge, and was even already planning in his mind that after getting this huge sum of money, he would leave this godforsaken northern frozen land and take the money to the newly opened special economic zones in the south to buy houses and land and live the life of a lord.

He arrogantly raised his head, shouting at the top of his lungs into the cold, bottomless darkness, "Old Scar! Did you hear me! Don't shoot yet, wait until I get the money!"

In the darkness, there was only the howling wind, no response, and no piercing sound of bullets whistling through the air.

Scarface Liu Quan's acceptance of Old Scar was tacit agreement.

He smirked smugly, turned his head, and sneered at the half-brick wall and the dilapidated Santana in the distance: "Alright! You bunch of good-for-nothings, stop cowering there waiting to die, get out here!"

Scarface Liu casually patted Wang Biao's pale, chubby face with the back of his knife, arrogantly ordering, "Get over here right now and bandage your boss to stop the bleeding! If he bleeds to death here today, who am I going to ask for my 300,000?"

Behind the half-brick wall.

The burly man, Da Long, pressed himself tightly against the cold brick surface, his back soaked with cold sweat mixed with icy shards from the wall.

Hearing Scarface Liu's arrogant shouts, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Has that ruthless killer lurking in the shadows really stopped attacking?

Da Long dared not gamble with his life.

He swallowed hard, his saliva stained with blood, and carefully took off his tattered cotton-padded coat, which was covered in mud and ash. Using a rusty triangular iron rod in his hand, he slowly probed the open space outside the broken wall.

The tattered cotton-padded coat swayed in the cold wind.

One second, two seconds.

A full half minute passed, and the bottomless darkness was deathly silent; no gunshots rang out.

The deadly spear that hung over everyone's heads seemed to have been put on pause by Scarface Liu's words.

Da Long's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach.

"No shots were fired...no shots were fired!"

He exhaled a long breath of white air, like a living ghost who had just crawled back from the brink of death, and scrambled out from behind the broken wall.

Seeing Da Long walk to the center of the open space with his whole body intact, the other thugs hiding behind the wrecked cars and iron frames could no longer hold back.

Like a swarm of rats drowning, they rushed out and frantically pounced on Wang Biao, who lay in a pool of blood.

Seeing these thugs who had just trampled him in the mud and brutally beaten him now kneeling at his feet like dutiful sons and grandsons, Scarface Liu grinned, letting out a strange laugh like that of an owl.

He straddled Wang Biao's mountain of flesh with an air of arrogance, twirling the blood-stained folding knife in his hand, his arrogance reaching its peak.

In this junkyard illuminated by blood and fire, he felt like a living Yama, the ruler of everyone's fate.

Scarface Liu turned his stiff neck with a satisfied air, his pair of venomous triangular eyes sweeping over Da Long and the others, as if they were real, towards the dark corner not far away.

There, in the muddy ground, lay a woman whose clothes were disheveled.

The woman was terrified by the one-sided massacre she had just witnessed. Covered in blood, she collapsed onto the frozen ground, feigning death, not daring to even breathe.

But when Scarface Liu's cruel and murderous gaze swept over her back, this extremely dangerous aura could not be concealed at all.

The woman lying in the mud looked as if she had been severely burned by a red-hot iron.

Her thin shoulders trembled violently uncontrollably, and she bit her pale lips tightly, desperately burying her head in the coal slag heap.