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

The moment the words "Leave the car here, kneel down" were uttered, everyone present felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

Ma San's face, which had finally recovered, turned even paler, and the dark red scar at the corner of his eye twitched violently due to extreme humiliation and fear.

The car was left behind; that was because they had skinned him alive and stripped him of his belongings on the spot.

Kneeling down means crushing Ma San's dignity and face, which he had built up over a decade of life outside, along with his bones, into the mud!

"Zhao Shanhe!"

Ma San clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from between them, and his fists, hanging at his sides, were so clenched that the knuckles turned white and they trembled violently.

"As the saying goes, leave a way out for yourself, so you can meet again in the future! I, Ma San, am a respected figure in this area, with many brothers relying on me for their livelihood! Bringing so many people here today has indeed offended you, but I've admitted my mistake and apologized on the spot! I know you, Zhao Shanhe, have connections to the highest levels and powerful backers, but I, Ma San, have met my match, and I admit defeat!"

Ma San was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.

"If you want to apologize, I will! If you want to be tactful, I've said all I can! You say we broke the rules of Kaoshantun, and I'll accept the punishment!"

"But even killing someone is just a matter of beheading them; everything has its limits, right?!"

Ma San suddenly raised his arm, pointed at the crowd of onlookers, and screamed in his hoarse voice:

"Fellow villagers of Kaoshantun! I have only one question for you all!"

"We've been in the village with about ten of us since then, and we haven't harmed a single one of you! We haven't injured any of your men!"

"No! I didn't even smash a door, touch a tile, or lay a single piece of firewood in your village!"

Ma San suddenly turned around, jabbed his finger hard into Zhao Shanhe's nose, and roared furiously:

"But what about you, Zhao Shanhe?!"

"You think you can get away with this because you have guns and men? Not only are you impounding my car, but you're also forcing over a dozen of us grown men to kneel in the mud!"

"This isn't the way to bully someone!!"

Ma San's shout brought the conflict to its peak.

The dozen or so thugs behind him were cornered, their ferocity ignited, their eyes bloodshot, and their hands gripping the machetes and steel pipes so tightly they rattled.

"Damn! Third Brother is right!"

"Kneel on that muddy ground, you son of a bitch! I'd rather fight them to the death!"

"No one's leaving this village today, and we'll take a few with us if we die!"

The dozen or so desperados all took a step forward in unison, their blades gleaming with a bloody, cold light in the firelight.

The dozens of villagers from Kaoshantun who were watching were slightly agitated by this desperate display, and many of the men's palms began to sweat as they gripped their spears.

The atmosphere at the village entrance instantly became as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, the murderous aura almost tangible; even a single needle falling could ignite a bloodbath!

Faced with this group of vicious thugs who were ready to fight to the death, Zhao Shanhe didn't even flinch.

He slowly pulled a box of matches from his cotton-padded coat pocket, struck one with a "sizzle," and the faint flame illuminated his extremely cold and unfathomable eyes.

Zhao Shanhe lowered his head, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep drag. The bluish-white smoke rose slowly in the cold wind, obscuring half of his cold and handsome face.

"call--"

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, which sprayed directly onto Ma San's twisted and ferocious scarred face.

"A fight to the death?"

Zhao Shanhe, with a cigarette between his fingers, glanced at Ma San through the slowly dissipating bluish-white smoke, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Ma San".

"Don't you think too highly of yourself?"

Ma San's eyes twitched violently.

Zhao Shanhe raised his eyelids slightly, his voice calm and utterly devoid of any emotion:

"You bunch of a dozen or so people, with a few machetes and some broken steel pipes, dare to come up to me and yell 'fight to the death'?"

I don't know whether you live or die.

"This net—"

Zhao Shanhe gently flicked away the cigarette ash.

"You can't pull it apart yet."

"Hold!"

Ma San's fleshy face instantly turned a purplish-red!

He had been forced to the edge of a cliff, and when he heard Zhao Shanhe's contemptuous tone that treated him like dirt, the desperate ferocity in his chest exploded completely!

"Alright! Zhao Shanhe!!"

Ma San suddenly took a step forward, his eyes bloodshot as he pointed at Zhao Shanhe, and roared through gritted teeth:

"I'm putting my words on the table today!"

"Didn't you want the car to stay and the person to kneel down?!"

"Come on then! I want to see if you can really take on a dozen of us without paying any price—"

"Waaaaah—!!"

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—!!"

Ma San hadn't even finished shouting the last word.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm and a rough, muffled engine roared from the dark bend of the village road in the distance!

Immediately afterwards, four bright, blinding high beams suddenly tore through the pitch-black night, the beams of light shining straight into the faces of Ma San and the others like sharp swords, causing everyone to instinctively raise their hands to shield their eyes and retreat repeatedly!

"Squeak—!!"

Two grass-green police jeeps kicked up clouds of dust as they sped along, then came to a sudden, sharp stop at the edge of the village entrance, completely blocking any escape route!

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the four iron doors had already been flung open one after another with a series of bangs!

More than a dozen police officers dressed in dark uniforms and wearing peaked caps jumped out of the car quickly. Their movements were extremely swift and decisive. Without uttering a single word, they quickly formed a tactical formation and spread out from both sides of the dirt road, surrounding Ma San's dozen or so thugs who were wielding machetes and steel pipes in the blink of an eye!

At the very front, a burly, middle-aged police officer with an iron face, one hand on his holster and the other holding a megaphone, unleashed a powerful shout that instantly drowned out the howling wind:

"Don't move!!"

"We received reports from the public that a large-scale armed disturbance had occurred at the entrance of Kaoshantun Village. Some people were illegally carrying controlled knives, steel pipes, and other weapons, seriously disrupting public order and posing a significant threat to the personal safety of the surrounding residents!"

"Listen up, all those carrying knives or clubs!"

"Put the weapon on the ground immediately!"

"Hands behind your head!"

"Squat down where you are!!"

"No whispering! No unauthorized movement! And no approaching vehicles! Anyone who resists will be subject to enforcement measures according to the law!!"

The loud and stern warning echoed repeatedly over the village entrance, making people's eardrums ache.

"One team should block off the village entrance and its escape route!"

"Group Two, take control of the vehicles on site!"

"Three teams go up and seize the weapon, and first separate all the people with knives!"

"yes!!"

More than a dozen heavily armed police officers responded with a resounding roar.

Two police officers rushed to the motorcycles and hand tractors, swiftly and decisively pulling out all the keys and confiscating them; the other young officers, hands on their batons and holsters, their eyes like knives, strode towards Ma San and his group.

"Put down the machete!"

"I'm saying it one last time!"

"Throw your weapons on the ground! Cover your heads with your hands and crouch down!!"

This sudden and overwhelming force terrified the dozen or so thugs who had just been clamoring for a fight to the death!

"Clang!" "Bang!"

The second-in-command was the first to succumb to the pressure. His hand trembled, the steel pipe slammed onto the frozen mud, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head. Immediately afterward, a dozen thugs rushed to throw down all the weapons they were holding, clattering to their knees and crouching on the ground, trembling like leaves.

A cold wind howled, and blinding police lights flashed wildly.

The boning knife in Ma San's hand froze in mid-air. His mind went blank for a moment, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!