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

Old Wang's face flushed red, and he scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly, muttering in a stiff voice:

"Shanhe, I'm just... I'm worried we won't have enough bullets!"

"If a lot of those bastards from out of town come, I'll bring two extra rows of scaffolding bridges; that way I'll feel more at ease!"

These words, spoken by the thin and wiry Wang Laonian, accompanied by the heavy military ammunition belt around his waist, immediately elicited a suppressed chuckle from the men of Kaoshantun around him.

Zhao Shanhe was speechless for a long time after hearing this, and finally could only raise his hand to rub his temples.

"Are you planning to leave all of them, more than a dozen, in Kaoshantun?"

"Who told them to come and grab my son with a knife!"

Old Wang stood there, his neck stiff, the muzzle of his gun still motionless.

"Shanhe, I'll listen to you on everything else, but if anyone dares to touch Ga Zi today, I'll fight them to the death!"

Granny Wang, standing nearby, also slammed her jujube wood lever on the ground and glared at him, chiming in:

"Exactly! These bandits have already come to our doorstep, why are we being polite to them!"

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the elderly couple, who were now completely frantic, and could only sigh softly.

"Auntie, please calm down."

"Uncle Wang, turn off the safety and point the gun upwards."

"If a misfire injures our own people, things will become more complicated afterward."

"With me here, don't you two feel at ease? Do you think you can let a stranger take Gazi away right in front of me?"

After hearing what Zhao Shanhe said, the anger in Wang Laonian's chest gradually subsided.

He gritted his teeth, snapped the safety shut, reluctantly pulled the gun back with the muzzle pointing upwards, and retreated to Wang Da Niang's side.

It was only then that Liu Changgui noticed Erga Zi standing at the back of the crowd.

His old eyes, which were smeared with blood, instantly turned red. He raised his intact arm, pointed at Ergaizi, and screamed in his hoarse voice:

"That's him!"

"Ma San! This little beast burned down my house!"

"Have someone arrest him! Break his legs! Strip him naked—"

"Shut up."

Zhao Shanhe turned his head to the side and gave him only a cold look.

Liu Changgui's remaining words seemed stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to utter a single word.

Erga Zi gritted his teeth and was about to walk forward, but Zhao Shanhe raised his hand to block him from behind.

"Stand still."

"Brother Shanhe, this is my fault—"

"What were you saying inside just now?"

Ergaizi's lips moved, but he ultimately stopped.

Zhao Shanhe then turned around again, his gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of Ma San and his group.

"Among you people, who is named Liu Changgui?"

When Zhao Shanhe asked for his name, Liu Changgui assumed that the other party was afraid of the matter escalating and wanted to back down and pay compensation. His greed and resentment completely overwhelmed his fear.

He scrambled forward a couple of steps from the muddy ground, straightened his back, and, with his swollen, bruised face held high, arrogantly shouted:

"I am Liu Changgui!"

"You're Zhao Shanhe, the one who's got Erga's backing, right? Let me tell you, don't think you can intimidate people just because you outnumber them! If you can't come up with five thousand yuan tonight to compensate me for three big brick houses, and break that little bastard Erga's legs and hand them over to me, this matter will be taken to the commune, to the county committee compound..."

"Bang--!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Changgui's pupils suddenly contracted. All he could see in his vision was a heavy, dark cotton-padded shoe that looked like a heavy iron hammer coming straight at his chest!

In the next instant, a terrifying force that could destroy everything crashed into his chest like a tidal wave!

Liu Changgui felt his chest suddenly collapse, as if his bones had been smashed to pieces in an instant, and the air in his chest cavity, along with the unfinished curses, was forcibly squeezed out by this brute force!

A strong, metallic taste shot straight to his throat. Before he could even spit out blood, that terrifying force had already pierced through his back along his sternum, uprooting him completely!

My foot completely slipped!

He couldn't control his body at all, and flew backward sideways, his ears filled with the tearing cold wind, and the muddy ground and crowd in his vision rapidly receding into the distance!

"Bang—!!"

He flew more than three meters sideways, and Liu Changgui's lower back slammed hard into the thick iron side of the hand-held tractor behind him!

The thick sheet metal was dented by the impact, and the tractor, weighing several hundred kilograms, trembled violently, with the sheet metal in the trailer emitting a deafening hum!

Before Liu Changgui could even utter a scream, he was thrown into the air by the brute force and plunged headfirst into the cold, hard depths of the truck bed!

"Clang!!"

His head slammed heavily against the iron base plate.

The two legs hanging outside the side of the cart twitched twice, then slid in with a "plop" and fell back in, immediately falling silent.

Zhao Shanhe kept his hands firmly in his cotton-padded jacket pockets, the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth trembled slightly, and then slowly and methodically pulled his right leg back.

He exhaled a puff of bluish-white smoke, slightly raised his eyelids, and coldly swept his gaze over the trembling crowd opposite him, uttering a chilling sentence:

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

The entire village entrance seemed to have been suddenly silenced.

Ma San stared intently at the tractor trailer that was still swaying slightly. The scar at the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably, and it felt like there was a piece of red-hot coal stuck in his throat, making even swallowing difficult.

That's a living person weighing over 100 pounds!

No matter how thin and wiry Liu Changgui was, he was still a real, heavy body!

Without any leverage, without a running start, and without even much movement of the upper body, he kicked a grown man more than three meters away with just one leg, even denting the heavy metal truck bed!

What the hell was that force?!

Just how terrifying is that explosive power from the waist and legs?!

The dozen or so thugs behind him, who usually wielded great power and influence in the commune, were now ashen-faced, their legs as limp as noodles.

"Clang—"

Someone dropped a piece of steel pipe, making a crisp, piercing sound.

But the man didn't even have the courage to bend down and pick it up. He just kept his head tucked into his fur collar, afraid that he would be the next target of Zhao Shanhe!

Zhao Shanhe didn't even glance at Liu Changgui, who was lying in the truck bed, his fate unknown.

He slowly raised his hand to remove the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth, threw it at his feet, and then slowly crushed it out with his suede-lined leather shoes.

Then, Zhao Shanhe put his hands back in his pockets, strode off, and walked slowly toward Ma San.

The suede-lined cotton shoes trotted across the damp, dark muddy ground step by step.

Every step he took felt like a heavy hammer striking Ma San's heart!

Zhao Shanhe stopped three steps in front of Ma San, looking down at the scarred man covered in cold sweat, his gaze chillingly calm:

"Who is Ma San?"