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

"impossible……"

A series of hoarse, gurgling sounds rolled out of Scarface Liu's throat.

Its only remaining eye bulged out, almost smashing out of its socket: "How...how did you know...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he froze.

The face, with its flesh torn and ripped apart, instantly lost all color, turning ashen and lifeless.

Seeing his grief-stricken reaction, Zhao Shanhe slowly exhaled a long breath.

The thick white mist that had just escaped from the corners of their mouths was torn to shreds by the cold wind of the scrap yard.

Only at this moment did the taut string in his bones finally and silently loosen.

All of them are correct.

As long as Scarface Liu, a seasoned veteran with a bloody past, would never utter a single word.

Therefore, Zhao Shanhe had no intention of interrogating him at all. He was only betting on one thing—that this dying man would lose control of his face the moment his cards were unexpectedly revealed.

Clearly, he won his gamble.

Having obtained the details, Zhao Shanhe didn't utter a single extra word and turned to leave.

Scarface Liu was stunned.

Then, as if someone had pulled him back from the brink of death, he stretched his neck forward desperately and let out a hoarse, dry howl: "Zhao Shanhe!"

"Come back!"

Zhao Shanhe's leather boots crunched on the frozen ground, but he didn't stop for a moment.

Scarface Liu panicked completely.

He gripped the iron pillar behind him tightly with both hands, his fingernails scraping against the rusty iron with a sharp, teeth-grinding sound, and his voice suddenly rose to the point of breaking.

"You're just leaving like that?"

Scarface Liu's eyelids twitched violently, but he still gripped the rusty iron pillar tightly, squeezing out his last trump card from his throat: "The city hospital is so big! So many people go in and out every day! If you go searching room by room by yourself, you'll alert another group of people looking for him before you even find Old Scarface! Only I, only I can recognize him at a glance! If you act now and save my life, I'll take you there immediately and get him away before anyone can react!"

Zhao Shanhe slowly turned around.

He looked at Scarface Liu and said calmly, "It's too late."

Scarface Liu's anxious expression froze instantly.

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the pool of blood spreading beneath his thigh, his voice as cold as if he were pronouncing a sentence on a dead object: "From the moment I first made the suggestion and you didn't agree, it was already too late. Your artery has been flowing for so long, even a god couldn't keep you alive. The only reason you can still speak to me so lucidly is because you're having a final burst of energy before death."

Seeing Scarface Liu's ashen face and utter despair in his eyes, Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment before continuing, "Besides, I know where he is."

Scarface Liu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, but it struck like a nail: "Last night, a seriously injured patient was brought in to the emergency room. His hands were covered in bloody holes, the skin was torn open, and he had been bitten to pieces by someone's teeth before he died."

Scarface Liu's lips trembled slightly.

Zhao Shanhe continued, "The area between my right thumb and forefinger is covered in calluses. They're from gripping the gun so tightly."

"I knew then that that person was no ordinary person."

The color drained completely from Scarface Liu's face.

He leaned against the iron pillar, his chest heaving violently. Due to excessive blood loss, his pale face almost appeared translucent with death in the cold wind.

He was panting heavily when he laughed nervously.

"Zhao Shanhe... Zhao Shanhe..."

Scarface Liu laughed until his whole body trembled, but a glimmer of clarity, like a dying ember, appeared in his eyes: "You're more cunning than a ghost, more ruthless than the King of Hell... I've been in the underworld for half my life and I've never seen such a beast as you. I'm convinced... I'm convinced...!"

Now that all the cards had been revealed and the answer was firmly in his grasp, Zhao Shanhe didn't say another word. He turned around and left immediately.

"Zhao Shanhe!"

Behind him, Scarface Liu used his last strength to scream, tearing the cold wind apart.

Zhao Shanhe stopped walking, but did not turn around.

Scarface Liu leaned against the iron pillar, his voice lowered completely: "Since I indirectly passed you the answer... do me a favor..."

Zhao Shanhe slowly turned around, tucked the gun in his hand into his arm, and said with an icy look in his eyes, "What right do you have to negotiate with me?"

Scarface Liu made two hoarse sounds in his throat, like a leaky bellows: "Fine, I... I'm begging you."

He stared intently at the dark figure lying in the mud in the distance, his single eye blazing with unyielding resentment.

"That bitch Song Honglan... seeing that I'm crippled, she stole a man and ran off with my money, and even tried to kill me with Ma Hou. Now she's been poisoned and rendered mute by Ma Hou, and she's also been hit by your stray bullet... Don't let her die here like this. That would be too easy for her."

Scarface Liu coughed up black blood clots while gritting his teeth and forcing out words.

"Save her life...make her a cripple...let her rot in the mud as a mute for the rest of her life, so that every time she opens her eyes she remembers the consequences of betraying me! And that monkey...help me twist his head off!"

Zhao Shanhe followed his gaze and glanced at Song Honglan not far away.

The woman lay face down in the coal ash, only her shoulders still twitching very slightly.

Zhao Shanhe withdrew his gaze, looking down at Scarface Liu with an expressionless face: "Why should I help you?"

His eyes were as cold as ice: "Don't forget, if you hadn't set up that honey trap, Liang Jiajun wouldn't have died, and I wouldn't have been dragged into this mess. You harm others without benefiting yourself, and you hurt people everywhere. If you hadn't caused so much trouble, you wouldn't be in this state of being worse than a dog today."

"You brought this all on yourself. You made this mess of things, so you'll have to bear the consequences."

Upon hearing this, Scarface Liu's eyes, which had been almost lifeless, suddenly fixed intently on Zhao Shanhe.

Then, he forced out a whitish laugh that sounded like air leaking from his throat.

"Zhao Shanhe... what you said... I admit it. If I hadn't set up that honey trap, I wouldn't have gotten involved with you..."

As black blood gushed from Scarface Liu's mouth, he grinned, revealing an extremely malicious and gleeful smile: "But haven't you forgotten something?"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes darkened.

Scarface Liu gasped for breath, managing to force out his last cursed words: "Liang Jiajun... was killed by your good second brother! You haven't... forgotten, have you?"

The wind suddenly picked up.

In the scrap yard, the rusty iron sheets rattled and clanged in the cold wind.

On Scarface Liu's deathly gray face, an even more morbid fanaticism and satisfaction were revealed.

Before he breathed his last, he finally saw the undisguised murderous intent tear through Zhao Shanhe's perpetually calm face.

He did it.

Before dying, he thoroughly disgusted this high and mighty living Yama.

This thorn was driven deep into Zhao Shanhe's heart, yet the other party was powerless against this dying man.

We finally succeeded.

The malicious smile on Scarface Liu's face froze completely.

His head snapped to one side, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.