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

A cold wind, carrying moisture from the river, howled across the scrap yard, making the rusty metal frames clang loudly.

The flames from the gasoline drum not far away dimmed, and a few scarlet sparks were swept into the air by the wind, completely dispersing the thick, pungent smell of blood that filled the ground.

Da Long and the others knelt on the cold cinder ground, frantically tightening their tattered cotton-padded coats, torn into strips, around Wang Biao's thighs.

Their frozen fingers, stained with slippery blood, trembled uncontrollably as they tied the knots, forcing the strips of cloth deep into their flesh. Wang Biao convulsed violently in pain, like a dying fish, but dared not utter a single scream.

"Scarface...it's bandaged up."

Da Long didn't even dare to lift his head, kneeling in the mud like a stray dog, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Brother Biao's bleeding has temporarily stopped, you see..."

Scarface Liu gave a satisfied hum.

He casually flicked the blood-stained folding knife upwards, the cold blade pressing directly against Da Long's chin, forcing the man to raise his pale, paper-white face.

"What's up, Da Long?"

Scarface Liu looked down at him, the tip of his knife scraping against the skin of his chin. His slit mouth twisted into a cruel grin: "Weren't you so cocky when you were stepping on my crotch? Shouting that you'd castrate me yourself, what's wrong with you now? Mute?"

Before Da Long could reply, Scarface Liu suddenly pulled his hand away and delivered a powerful slap across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of flesh colliding echoed in the scrap yard, slapping Da Long so hard that his mouth was torn open, and he tumbled and fell sideways into the mud.

Da Long covered his swollen cheek, and the ferocity he had developed from years of street brawling suddenly surged up.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, his back teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, and his taut muscles suddenly contracted, as if he were about to burst out and hurt someone.

But before he could even straighten halfway up, Scarface Liu had already swiftly thrust his knife forward, pressing it firmly against his carotid artery.

Da Long froze, his eyes catching a glimpse of the bottomless darkness around him, and the image of that deadly spear that never misses its mark flashed through his mind.

The cloud of blood that Dongzi had just exploded from felt like a sharp knife piercing his nerves.

The anger that had just surged to his head was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice-cold water.

Da Long abruptly stopped his counterattack, his taut shoulders slumping down.

He shrank back into the mud like a stray dog, forcing out a smile that was more like a grimace: "Scarface... I was blind, I was just joking with you... Please forgive my rudeness..."

"Screw you, adults don't hold grudges against petty people!"

Scarface Liu suddenly raised his intact right leg and kicked Da Long hard in the chest, sending the 200-pound man tumbling twice and swallowing a mouthful of muddy coal dust.

Da Long clutched his chest, wincing in pain.

But he didn't obediently climb back as before.

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, suddenly raised his head, and a ferocious, beast-like light surged in his eyes as he stared intently at the arrogant Scarface Liu.

"Scarface Liu, you fucking pushing your luck!"

Da Long gritted his teeth, stiffened his neck, and growled, "The brothers are only calling you 'Master' now because you hold Biao's life in your hands, and also because we're afraid of the brother who's shooting from the shadows! You really think we're afraid of a half-dead cripple like you?"

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, and took a sudden half-step forward, the veins on his neck bulging: "If you really push us too far, we'll just go our separate ways! If the brothers don't survive today, you'll take our lives with you! Don't believe me? Try pulling a knife!"

"Then come on over!"

Hearing Da Long's desperate threat, Scarface Liu not only didn't flinch, but instead burst into a maniacal laugh like a night owl.

No matter how much Da Long shouts, he himself now holds the power of life and death!

Scarface Liu suddenly grabbed Wang Biao by the mink collar, and plunged the folding knife in his hand directly into the wound on Wang Biao's thigh, twisting it violently. The fat pig let out a distorted scream of pain.

"Come on! I'm sitting right here today!"

Scarface Liu pointed at Da Long's nose, his arrogance reaching its peak: "You have the guts to take one step forward and see if I stab Wang Biao's carotid artery first, or if my brother's spear from the shadows blows your dog's head off first!"

"Now, get your ass over here to the city hospital and bring that bastard Ma Hou and 300,000 yuan in cash! If you're late, I don't know how much more blood your boss will bleed from that fat body of his!"

Da Long clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

The situation is better than people.

With the gun barrel pressed down from the shadows and Wang Biao still in the enemy's hands, no matter how much resentment he felt, he could only swallow it down at this moment.

He swallowed hard, his thin Adam's apple bobbing as he suppressed his anger and resigned himself to defeat.

"Okay, I'll go..."

Before he could finish speaking...

In the unfathomable darkness, a seventh tongue of fire suddenly erupted without warning.

"Bang!"

The muffled gunshot ripped through the deathly silence.

The giant dragon's head exploded in front of everyone, like a rotten watermelon that had been smashed by a ten-thousand-ton hammer.

Crimson blood mist, mixed with stark white bone fragments and bits of flesh, sprayed violently outward in a fan shape, drenching Scarface Liu from head to toe.

A headless, mutilated body swayed twice in the wind before crashing straight into the mud, blood still bubbling from its neck.

Scarface Liu's maniacal laughter froze instantly.

He blankly wiped the warm, red and white sticky fluid from his face, his mind going blankly.

Before he could recover from this terrifying upheaval, true hell descended upon him.

"Da da da da da—"

It's no longer the kind of single-shot sniping that hits the bullseye every time, like the Grim Reaper calling your name.

The raging flames of the automatic weapons tore through the night sky, like a long-suppressed metal storm pouring down from the dark high point, weaving a dense, deadly net of fire directly above the scrap yard.

A string of scorching bullets swept across the ground with brutal force.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

A barrage of bullets easily tore through the fat beneath Wang Biao's mink coat, and then, with undiminished momentum, pierced through Scarface Liu's intact right thigh and shoulder.

A burst of violent kinetic energy, accompanied by a spray of blinding blood, emanated from his back.

"ah--"

Scarface Liu let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

The intense pain was like a red-hot nail piercing his bone marrow. Scarface Liu's whole body convulsed violently. Before his brain could even process anything, his body's defensive instincts forced him to collapse, his face slamming heavily into the mud.

This clumsy act of lying down saved his life at the last second.

Almost at the same moment his nose touched the frozen ground, a whooshing sound, accompanied by a scorching flash of fire, flew past, grazing his scalp.

"Whoosh—"

The dense hail of bullets mercilessly shredded the empty space where he had just been sitting, and sparks flew from the cast iron frame behind him. Countless metal shards rained down on his back.

Scarface Liu clenched his teeth and swallowed the muddy water and bloody foam in his mouth.

He dared not make a sound, his hands gripping the cold, hard cinder ground with all his might, crawling forward on his hands and feet.

In the brief delay, Wang Biao, that mountain of flesh, had become a sitting duck beside him.

Bullets relentlessly tore bloody grooves into Wang Biao's body, tearing through his mink fur coat and blasting chunks of fat off his skin.

Wang Biao coughed up large mouthfuls of black blood, making a gurgling sound like a bellows in his throat, and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

The flames from the high point shot out long tongues, illuminating the entire waste yard with flickering light.

The gunfire from the automatic weapons was continuous, like muffled thunderclaps ringing in our ears.

The glass of the old Santana instantly shattered into countless fragments, raging through the night with the crisp sound of shell casings hitting the ground.

The remaining two thugs were completely terrified.

They dropped the strips of cloth they were using to stop the bleeding and dashed behind the half-brick wall.

However, just as they straightened up, a series of scorching bullets swept past them mercilessly.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

A dull thud of a blade piercing flesh rang out, and the bodies of the two burly men twisted grotesquely in mid-air, their clothes tattered and blood mist exploding in the firelight.

Scarface Liu laid his body flat on the frozen ground, his belly rubbing against the slippery blood.

Like a worm in the mud, he used the last bit of strength in his body to slowly move his broken body into the narrow gap under the scrap metal frame.