My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

Lu Qingshan put on his coat and opened the door.

Three men stood in the courtyard, all dressed in casual clothes, but their cold and aloof demeanor was out of place in Hongshitun.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a square face, slightly dark skin, and eyes that were like polished stones, sharp and heavy.

He simply stood there, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard, and the once lively atmosphere instantly cooled down, as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over it.

Wang Jianguo did not come.

This man named Zhong Guoqiang, as expected, doesn't trust anyone.

Zhong Guoqiang walked into the house and quickly scanned the room with his eyes.

Ignoring the remaining wine and meat on the table, his gaze finally fell on Lu Qingshan's left arm, which was slinged across his chest and wrapped in thick bandages.

He didn't sit down, nor did he offer any polite opening remarks; he went straight to speaking.

The first question hits the nail on the head.

"Did you know the Lei Dong gang before?"

Lu Qingshan's honest smile froze.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly filled with anger at being wronged and a hint of barely perceptible confusion.

"know?"

He raised his voice, his tone carrying the roughness and straightforwardness of a mountain dweller.

"If I knew them, would my brother Li Erniu have been beaten half to death by them?"

"Did I almost ruin my arm?"

He stretched out his right hand and pointed to his left arm, which was wrapped tightly in bandages. The movement was so large that it aggravated the wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Sir, what do you mean by that? I risked my life to kill a few bandits and protect the people of our county, and in the end, it's all my fault?"

He stood with his neck stiff, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice and was ready to fight someone at any moment.

This reaction doesn't feel like being investigated at all; it's more like being interrogated.

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

The two young men following Zhong Guoqiang frowned, clearly not expecting to encounter such an unconventional "hero".

Zhong Guoqiang remained expressionless.

He seemed to ignore Lu Qingshan's anger, bypassing this emotional confrontation, and instead raised the second, and most fatal, logical flaw.

"According to our information, the Lei Dong gang is armed with submachine guns, and its members are all combat veterans, tactically proficient, and ruthless."

He stared intently into Lu Qingshan's eyes, each word like a cold probe trying to pierce the depths of the other's heart.

"You're just a hunter, what makes you think you can single-handedly kill all five of them?"

This time, Lu Qingshan did not immediately fly into a rage.

He grinned, a smile tinged with lingering fear of surviving a close call, but even more so with a wild, savage ferocity.

He tapped his head with his right index finger.

"Based on this."

Then he pointed out the window to the black mountain range that stretched out in the night.

"And this too."

"Boss, you city folks probably don't understand."

"They are wolves, yes, wolves with guns, and even more ferocious."

"But this mountain is my home!"

"If a wolf comes into my house and runs wild, it must die! No matter how many legs it has or what it's carrying!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed in the quiet room.

"You're asking me about tactics? I have no idea about that!"

"All I know is that whoever wants to kill me, I have to kill them first!"

"All I know is which rock in these mountains can hide a person, which leaf hides a trap, and which gully can be raided to raid a wolf's den!"

He depicted a confrontation involving modern weaponry as a primal and savage hunt.

The logic is simple and straightforward, yet it is airtight and impeccable.

Because in these deep mountains, the positions of hunter and prey are never determined by whose weapon is more advanced.

Zhong Guoqiang remained silent.

He looked at the young man in front of him, at his crippled left arm, and at the wildness that had not yet faded in his eyes.

He had seen countless cunning criminals and heard countless intricately woven lies.

But Lu Qingshan's explanation made him feel powerless for the first time.

Because there are no lies in this explanation.

It was all Lu Qingshan's most genuine instincts.

After a long while, Chung Kwok-keung suddenly changed the subject, a change that was more abrupt and tricky than any of the previous questions.

"We only found a small amount of cash at the scene."

"The Lei Dong gang wouldn't risk their lives to come to Hongshi County for such a small amount of money."

"Where did the rest of the money go?"

This question, like an invisible hook, was thrown out silently.

If Lu Qingshan says he doesn't know or denies it outright, then his suspicion will instantly reach its peak.

However, Lu Qingshan's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

He was taken aback at first, and then his eyes shone with a light brighter than ever before.

It was a complex emotion mixed with shock, regret, and extreme heartache.

"I knew it! I knew the money was wrong!"

He slapped his thigh, his voice filled with indignation.

"Those bastards must have hidden money somewhere in the mountains! I knew it, they didn't look like poor bastards!"

He excitedly leaned forward, almost touching Zhong Guoqiang's face, spitting everywhere.

"Boss! This boss! You'd better look for him carefully!"

"This is a big deal! We can't let that bastard's accomplices get all that money!"

He paused, then changed the subject, his face revealing a hint of ingratiating and calculating shrewdness.

"Um... Boss, if we find it... could you share some with me?"

He pointed to his arm, his face showing both grievance and self-righteousness.

"With my arm injured like this, hunting will be difficult in the future. My wife just got married, and there will be a lot of expenses at home."

"Besides, I provided this clue, didn't I? Even if I didn't do anything special, I still put in the effort! Medical expenses are so expensive!"

In an instant, the image of that fearless hero who rid the people of evil collapsed completely.

He became a petty, calculating mountain dweller whose mind was filled with nothing but money and dividends.

A "victim" whose true nature was completely exposed in the face of enormous wealth, revealing even some greed and shortsightedness.

This face is more convincing than any eloquent explanation.

Because someone who can hide a $20,000 deposit certificate and top-secret reference maps would never act so eagerly and honestly in front of the provincial department's "iron-faced judge" for a few thousand RMB in "dividends".

Zhong Guoqiang gave Lu Qingshan a deep look.

His gaze was complex and difficult to decipher; it contained scrutiny, confusion, and even a very faint, almost imperceptible hint of disappointment.

Finally, he stood up and didn't ask any more questions.

"Take good care of your injury."

He left those four words behind, then turned and left the Lu family's courtyard with his men.

Lu Qingshan stood at the door, his honest and greedy expression fading away as the jeep disappeared from the village entrance.

As the night wind blew by, his eyes regained their deep and cold gaze.

……

That night.

Wang Jianguo came again, looking hurried and even more serious than yesterday.

As soon as he entered the house, he didn't even bother to drink water before slamming the door shut.

He lowered his voice, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Qingshan, Zhong Guoqiang and the others haven't left."

"They checked into the county guesthouse this afternoon. Today, they've investigated the ancestors of all the famous mountain hikers in Hongshi County, spanning three generations."

Wang Jianguo paused for a moment, looked at Lu Qingshan, and lowered his voice even further.

"Especially those who have had contact with 'Huichuntang' in the provincial capital."