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

"But you, Zhao Shanhe, you beast, are an exception! Even if I bleed every last drop from my body today, even if I die in this muddy ground and get devoured by wild dogs, I won't tell you a single thing!"

Scarface Liu roared those words, his chest heaving violently.

The bloodshot eye stared intently at Zhao Shanhe, a kind of almost morbid pleasure emanating from its depths.

He was screaming wildly in his mind.

Come on! Hit me!

They could shove a gun barrel into my wound and stir it up, burn me with a red-hot iron plate, or even, like that beast Wang Biao, hang me from the roof beam and castrate me alive!

Scarface Liu was so excited that his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and large mouthfuls of bloody foam dripped down the corners of his mouth.

He desperately wanted to see that scene.

He longed to see this arrogant enemy, because he couldn't pry open that old dog's mouth, and finally tear off that high and mighty mask.

He wanted to witness Zhao Shanhe's pathetic, furious, and incompetent rage before he died.

But Zhao Shanhe showed no expression whatsoever.

He simply stared at Scarface Liu, whose face was contorted with fanaticism, with the same calm gaze one would give a dead object, and uttered a few words in a flat tone: "Are you sure you don't want to talk?"

Upon hearing this, Scarface Liu's eyes practically bulged with excitement.

Here it comes! This living devil is finally about to make his move!

"I'm sure it's your mother!"

Scarface Liu lunged forward, the sound of his broken ribs grinding together making a sickening grind. His bloodied mouth gaped open as he hysterically roared at Zhao Shanhe, "Even if you chop me to pieces and feed me to the dogs, even if you skin me alive, I'll take what you want to my grave! You fucking have the guts to do it now!"

His screech, leaky roar echoed through the scrap yard.

Zhao Shanhe stared at his manic, impatient, and masochistic appearance for a good two or three seconds.

then.

With a slight rustling sound of canvas, Zhao Shanhe casually fastened the first aid kit in his hand.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk, then don't."

There was no threat, nor the slightest anger.

With that casual remark, Zhao Shanhe stuffed the first-aid kit back into his coat pocket. He stood up abruptly, picked up the Type 56 rifle, and turned to walk out of the junkyard.

Not a single word wasted, not even a moment's hesitation.

The maniacal smile on Scarface Liu's face froze instantly.

It's like a rooster crowing at the top of its lungs having its throat suddenly snapped, forcing out a strange "cluck" sound from deep within its throat.

He stared intently at Zhao Shanhe's retreating figure, his turbid eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

wrong!

This isn't right.

This is fucking wrong!

In those few short seconds, he had actually imagined countless possible reactions from Zhao Shanhe.

He fully expected Zhao Shanhe to fly into a rage and grab him by the collar to threaten him, to pull out his military dagger and skin him alive, and even to promise him a way out of desperation.

He had even prepared a plan in his mind on how to endure the torment and how to mock Zhao Shanhe's incompetence and rage.

But he never expected that Zhao Shanhe would leave so decisively.

He didn't draw his gun, didn't interrogate me, and didn't even turn his head.

The sheer astonishment made Scarface Liu forget to breathe, and a chilling thought suddenly sprang to mind like a venomous snake.

Could it be... that this living devil already knows where Old Scar is hiding?

"impossible!"

Scarface Liu's shrunken chest twitched violently as he roared inwardly, the muscles around his eyes twitching uncontrollably with guilt.

That's absolutely impossible!

Old Scar's hideout is extremely well-hidden; only he and Blackie know it in the entire world.

Hei Zi had already fled the province the moment the incident occurred, and by now he's probably hiding in the deep mountains and forests hundreds of kilometers away, living like a wild man.

Even if Zhao Shanhe truly possessed extraordinary abilities, even if he could summon the Heavenly King himself, it would be impossible for him to find Hei Zi, who had hidden deep in the mountains, in such a short time.

No one could possibly know!

Now, in the entire southern city, I am the only survivor who knows Old Scar's whereabouts!

"He's just faking it..."

Scarface Liu stared intently at the black figure that had already reached the edge of the junkyard gate, his blood-stained fingers digging nervously into the frozen soil, screaming at himself in his mind over and over again.

Yes, that bastard is definitely bluffing me.

He didn't dare to just leave like that; he was just playing psychological warfare, trying to completely break down his psychological defenses with this decisive and efficient facade.

He will definitely stop.

He will definitely come back!

But reality hit him like a heavy hammer, shattering all his ridiculous fantasies.

Zhao Shanhe walked straight ahead without the slightest hesitation, until he crossed the dilapidated iron gate and completely disappeared from Scarface Liu's sight.

he's gone?

Did he really just leave so decisively?

He didn't want to know where Old Scar was at all.

Wait a minute, does he really not care about Old Scar's whereabouts at all? Then what was the point of him single-handedly taking down the entire junkyard and killing so many people tonight?

Scarface Liu couldn't understand it, but reality gave him no time to think.

As thick, fresh blood continued to gush from the wound on his thigh, the world before Scarface Liu's eyes began to turn black in patches, and things in his vision blurred rapidly until it became completely black, and he could see nothing at all.

He could clearly feel his body heat being drained away.

It felt like I was being pulled down by dozens of kilograms of scrap iron around my ankles, sinking uncontrollably into the icy, dark water.

There wasn't a single ray of light around.

He truly felt the approach of death.

In a daze, he saw several faces in that suffocating black water.

It was a face covered in pockmarks and bloodstains, hanging in the darkness, emitting a silent, eerie laugh at him.

Next came Zhao Shanhe's extremely cold face.

Finally, there's Song Honglan.

The woman was looking down at him, a sneer of undisguised contempt playing on her lips.

That kind of contempt, as if looking at a pile of mud or a bedbug, instantly pierced Scarface Liu's soul.

That smile was like a rusty saw, mercilessly mocking him for being destined to be a piece of trash trampled underfoot, mocking him for scheming and plotting, only to end up rotting like a dead dog in this neglected place.

The moment he saw those faces clearly, Scarface Liu's stiff nerves twitched violently.

Why should I?!

These beasts who took everything from him are not only still breathing well, but they are even living a life of luxury and behaving like human beings!

Why should I be left to rot and die alone in this stinking mud pit where even stray cats don't poop?

A venomous hatred, more maddening than death itself, acted like a red-hot branding iron, forcefully drawing his consciousness back from the brink of death.

He can't die yet!

Even if it means going to hell, I want to watch these people die with me!

To avoid sinking completely into the black water, Scarface Liu snapped his broken, yellow teeth shut and bit down hard on the tip of his tongue.

The strong, pungent smell of blood, accompanied by excruciating pain, exploded in his mouth, forcibly giving him back his last bit of strength.

He was like a demon dragged out of a grave by hatred, his hand, covered in mud and blood, digging into the frozen earth, his nails snapping and turning at the roots, as he roared at the door with a voice like a broken bellows.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

"Zhao Shanhe! You fucking stop right there!"