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

"Who is Ma San?"

Zhao Shanhe uttered those words in a calm and unassuming manner.

The dozen or so thugs behind Ma San, who were originally carrying steel pipes and machetes, suddenly took a big step back in unison, as if they had planned it together!

This retreat left Ma San, who was at the very front, all alone in the middle of the muddy ground.

Ma San's eye scar twitched twice, and he cursed the ancestors of these cowardly bastards for eighteen generations in his mind.

You can criticize as you please.

He did not retreat, nor could he retreat.

A dozen or so of his cronies, who depended on him for their livelihood, were watching expectantly, while dozens more men from Kaoshantun village stood around with guns at the ready, waiting to see just how capable this "King Yama" really was. If he even dared to back down tonight, the prestige he had painstakingly built up over a decade would be completely destroyed at the entrance of Kaoshantun village!

Moreover, Liu Changgui had just publicly acknowledged him as his son-in-law in front of everyone.

Zhao Shanhe's kick just now, seemingly aimed at Liu Changgui, was actually a solid stomp on Ma San's face with the sole of his shoe in front of everyone in the surrounding area.

If he swallows this insult, how will he ever be able to run a casino, collect debts, and settle disputes again?!

Ma San clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing the surging fear in his chest, took a heavy step forward, and raised his hand to tug at his shiny black leather jacket.

"I am Ma San!"

"My fellow gangsters outside are so kind to me, they gave me a nickname: King Yama Ma!"

"I've been roaming this area for over a decade. I've seen ruthless people who draw knives and draw blood, and I've seen desperate criminals who run rampant through the mountains with murder on their hands! But I've never seen anyone as domineering and indiscriminate as you, Zhao Shanhe!"

Ma San suddenly raised his hand, pointing directly at the still slightly swaying hand-held tractor, his face contorted with rage:

"Even if Liu Changgui is a scoundrel, he's still a victim who's come to seek justice today!"

"Your brother, Erga, drove his heavy-duty Liberation truck, weighing several tons, through his yard gate and destroyed the main room in the middle of the night. Then he poured two whole barrels of gasoline on it, burning down three large brick houses, a yard full of timber, and all the belongings the Liu family had accumulated over half a lifetime!"

"Now Liu Changgui doesn't have a single penny to his name, and he's lost his home! His wife is too injured to get out of bed, and his daughter has bandages wrapped around her head. The two of them are still lying in the commune clinic! Once they're discharged, the family of three won't even have a dilapidated place to shelter them from the wind and rain!"

Ma San spoke louder and louder, becoming more and more confident, as if he himself had truly become a benevolent person acting on behalf of Heaven.

"I brought my men here today to demand justice for the Liu family!"

"But what about you, Zhao Shanhe?!"

"They didn't ask any questions, refused to compensate for the losses, and didn't even let the victim finish speaking before kicking them to death!"

Ma San suddenly raised his hand and slapped it hard against his scarred face, the sound of the slap echoing loudly. He roared violently in his hoarse voice:

"Zhao Shanhe! You think you can get away with this because you have more men and guns?!"

Ma San's shrill howls echoed through the quiet village entrance.

The dozen or so thugs behind him, who had been trembling with fear, gradually regained their confidence as they listened to their boss's seemingly righteous words, and their grip on the iron bars and steel pipes tightened.

Among the villagers of Kaoshantun who were watching, many looked at each other without saying a word, but a hint of hesitation flashed in their eyes.

Zhao Shanhe stood quietly in the mud, his hands in his cotton-padded jacket pockets, watching Ma San finish the performance with a blank expression.

Only when Ma San roared, his chest heaving violently and he was panting heavily, did Zhao Shanhe turn his head slightly and speak:

"Your so-called law is nothing more than leading a dozen or so men, armed with machetes, steel pipes, and pickaxe handles, blocking the entrance to our Kaoshantun village in the middle of the night, demanding we hand over our people, and threatening to break my brother's legs?"

Ma San choked on his words and his eyelids twitched violently twice.

But he was a seasoned veteran, quick-witted, and immediately retorted stubbornly:

"Zhao Shanhe! Don't try to shift the blame!"

"Before I came here, I heard that the people of Kaoshantun are tough and the villagers stick together! There are about ten of us here in the middle of the night demanding someone's return. Who knows if you'll try to take advantage of our numbers and double-cross us? The weapons we're carrying are purely for self-defense and courage! As long as you honestly hand over Ergaizi, pay compensation, and admit your mistakes, who the hell wants to fight you with knives and guns?!"

"Oh, I see. It seems I misunderstood you."

Zhao Shanhe nodded, his face showing no sign of anger, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a faint smile.

The next moment, Zhao Shanhe, with his hands still in his cotton-padded jacket pockets, spoke:

"Dazhuang".

"Here! Brother Shanhe!"

Dazhuang immediately responded in a gruff voice from behind.

"Go to the brigade headquarters and dial the phone number directly to the office of Zhang Guodong, the director of the county public security bureau."

Zhao Shanhe's gaze fell indifferently on Ma San's scarred face, which had frozen instantly, and he slowly gave the order:

"Tell the county bureau's duty office that Ergazi, a villager from Kaoshantun, burned down Liu Changgui's house in the neighboring village last night. This has caused Liu Changgui's relatives and friends to come with about ten people, carrying machetes and steel pipes, to demand an explanation. Now, dozens of people from both sides are blocking the village entrance, and the scene is very dangerous and violent. Please send more police officers down to maintain order and, while you're at it, thoroughly investigate all the details of this case, including the people on both sides."

After speaking, Zhao Shanhe turned his face to look at Ma San, whose face was deathly pale and who was completely frozen in place:

"Ma San, I'm quite familiar with Zhang Guodong, the director of the county public security bureau. He's a man who values ​​party spirit and principles above all else; he's an extremely righteous public security officer. Since you insist on upholding the law, then let's proceed according to the law. Erga Zi's arson case will be judged as it should be. As for you bunch of people who come into the village in the middle of the night with knives, guns, and clubs to arrest people and carry out vigilante justice, Director Zhang will not let a single one of you slip through his fingers."

Ma San was drenched in cold sweat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty, unable to utter a single word.

Zhao Shanhe raised an eyelid slightly and continued to slowly press down:

"If you think the county public security bureau is not good enough, or you are afraid that I, Zhao Shanhe, have acquaintances in the county who will give me preferential treatment, then it's fine."

"I also know Director Zhou of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Surely Director Zhou wouldn't favor a country bumpkin like me from Kaoshantun? Tomorrow morning, I'll personally call Director Zhou of the Municipal Bureau and ask him to send officers from the Criminal Investigation Department down to take over and thoroughly investigate what happened today."

Zhao Shanhe, his hands still in his cotton-padded jacket pockets, took half a step forward, looking down at the already pale-faced Ma San, and asked softly:

"King Yama, what do you think of this solution? Is it fair enough? Is it enough to give you an explanation?"