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Lu Qingshan picked up the cigarette butt, his icy gaze seemingly able to penetrate everything.

The pad of his thumb slowly rubbed against the unique triangular mark made by his fingernail.

Zhao Erhu!

This idiot doesn't even realize he's about to die!

He treasured the cheap "Big Head" cigarettes that cost three packs for one yuan, which made his throat ache.

He even cleverly pinched a mark off each cigarette butt, as if afraid that others would take advantage of him for even a penny.

This laughable shrewdness, at this moment, became his most fatal death warrant!

Lu Qingshan remained expressionless, making not a single unnecessary movement, simply tucking the evidence into the pocket of his brand-new Zhongshan suit.

His deep eyes were like an unmelting glacier, completely still.

It was as if what they were about to face was not a vicious, rabid dog, but an ant that could be crushed with a flick of the wrist.

……

When I returned to the courtyard, night had already fallen.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, making the room warm and cozy.

Lin Xiulan sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), checking today's accounts with an abacus by the dim light.

The abacus beads clicked and clattered under her slender, fair fingers, like a harvest symphony.

"Squeak—"

The sound of the abacus stopped abruptly the moment the door was pushed open.

Lin Xiulan suddenly looked up, her gaze immediately falling on Lu Qingshan's shoulders, which were covered in frost and snow.

Her gaze swept over his crisp Zhongshan suit, and finally settled on the hunting dog named Bluetail behind him.

The hunting dog, which was usually so docile, was now tense all over, its tail held up like a steel bar, a low growl suppressed in its throat, and its beastly eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement!

Lin Xiulan's heart skipped a beat.

The abacus bead, about to be knocked down, hung suspended in mid-air.

The room fell into a deathly silence! Only the crackling of the firewood in the stove could be heard, one after another, striking one's heart.

Lu Qingshan remained silent.

He began to unbutton his Zhongshan suit; the brand-new, dark blue uniform symbolized his current status.

He took it off without hesitation, carefully folded it, and put it aside.

The glory that comes with a new identity must not be tainted by the blood of scum!

He pulled out the old cotton-padded coat with several patches and the sheepskin vest worn smooth and shiny in the mountains from the closet, and skillfully put it on.

He bent down and wrapped the leg wraps tightly, round and round.

His movements were steady, yet as fast as lightning!

As he took the gleaming black double-barreled shotgun from the wall and tucked the sharp, gleaming wood-chopping knife behind his waist—

The man who made the entire forest tremble has returned!

Salt, wire, matches... all the necessities for hunting were stuffed into his pockets.

He went from a promising newcomer in the forestry industry to a terrifying hunter who licks blood off the edge of a knife!

Lin Xiulan watched quietly without asking a single question.

She knew that there were some things a man had to solve on his own.

She silently got up, walked to the stove, wrapped two still-warm cornbread buns in a cloth, cut two thick slices of salted meat, carefully wrapped them up, and stuffed them into his satchel.

Then, she opened the old wooden cabinet at the head of the kang (a heated brick bed) and pulled out a brand new red rope from the bottom.

She walked up to Lu Qingshan and forcefully stuffed the red rope into his palm.

"There's a lot of fog in the mountains."

Her voice was very soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"Don't go too far."

She didn't say "Don't go" or "Be careful," but simply raised her hand to smooth his open collar.

My fingertips touched the skin on his neck; it was icy cold, a sign of impending murderous intent!

Lu Qingshan reached out his large hand and grabbed her wrist, which was resting at his collar, warm yet strong.

I'll be back before dawn.

This is not a promise, it is a notification.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the curtain to the inner room was suddenly flung open with a "whoosh"!

Grandpa Lu rushed out, his face ashen, carrying his old hunting rifle. The wrinkles on his face resembled the bark of an old tree that had been dried for decades.

"I'm going too!"

Lu Qingshan turned around, his gaze sweeping over his grandfather's old, aching leg that always ached on rainy days, and shook his head coldly.

"You stay home."

"Erhu is a mad dog; if you push him too far, he'll bite."

"A family can't be without a man."

The old man Lu's hand gripping the gun barrel turned white inch by inch, almost crushing the old wood!

He stared intently into his grandson's calm, unsettling eyes for a good ten seconds before his raging anger finally dissipated into a heavy sigh.

He turned and went back into the house without saying a word.

When he came out again, he had an old hunting knife in his hand, the sheath of which was worn shiny.

He shoved the knife into Lu Qingshan's hand.

"Don't be a hero!"

"In the mountains, coming back alive is the real skill!"

……

at the same time.

In a remote hunter's cave hidden by vines, dozens of miles away, a campfire was burning brightly.

Zhao Erhu tore off a sizzling, oily rabbit leg, took a big bite, and his mouth was full of oil.

The firelight reflected on his venomous yet triumphant face, making him appear particularly ferocious.

"That son of a bitch, Lu Qingshan! I'll make you a deputy section chief!"

"So you can act all high and mighty in front of me!"

He threw the cleanly gnawed bones into the fire, uttering a vicious curse through his teeth:

"I'll block your way! Every time I do, you'll lose a fortune! Let's see how your pretty wife will afford to buy a house in the provincial capital! Once you're bankrupt, your wife... hehe!"

He didn't panic at all.

He discovered this place years ago; it was so well hidden that even his father didn't know about it.

He refused to believe that Lu Qingshan, that coward who had been living in the city for too long, could find his way here.

Even the police would be stumped if they came!

……

In the dark, snowy forest, a figure accompanied by a black dog moved with ghostly speed.

On the snow, Zhao Erhu's footprints were messy and disorderly. He had obviously been trying to be clever by circling around the fork in the road and even dragging tree branches to sweep away the traces.

However, in front of Lu Qingshan, the true king of the mountains and forests, these tricks were utterly ridiculous!

He can do more than just look at footprints.

He would also observe the wind, the snow, and every slight abnormality in the trees!

Lu Qingshan stopped under an old pine tree, his finger brushing over an inconspicuous scratch on the trunk.

The marks made by striking the back of the axe were Zhao Erhu's habit of finding his way.

You idiot, you've even forgotten your own habits.

Upon reaching a low-lying snow slope, Qingwei, who had been running ahead, suddenly stopped!

Its nose was pressed against the snow, and it made a "whimpering" warning sound in its throat, with every hair on its body standing on end!

Lu Qingshan crouched down and gently brushed away the snow.

Beneath the snow, a thin, almost invisible steel wire gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.

The other end of the steel wire was connected to a row of wooden stakes that had been sharpened to an extremely sharp point, right in front of the only way to pass!

Zhao Erhu's most skilled technique, the "Heart-Piercing Scam," is incredibly vicious!

Lu Qingshan's face was expressionless, and he even found it a bit boring.

Dismantle this trap?

No, that's too lenient on him.

A cold smile curved Lu Qingshan's lips. He was going to give Zhao Erhu a big gift—a one-way ticket to hell, made with his own blood and sweat!

He carefully pulled out the steel wire, took out a thin iron wire from his pocket, extended it, and made a huge loop, moving the fatal trigger mechanism dozens of meters away, to the hunter's cave's only escape route!

After doing all this, he patted the snow off his hands.

Alright, prey, your hunter has arrived.

Qingwei lay prone in the snow, its entire body lowered, like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released.

Through the layers of withered branches, Lu Qingshan saw a dark cave entrance not far ahead, with a wisp of white smoke drifting out from the stone wall.

The prey is inside.

He slowly raised the cold, double-barreled shotgun, aiming the muzzle at the cave entrance.

Just as he was about to take a step forward.

Inside the cave, a rough, wary voice suddenly rang out!

"Who?!"