Reborn in 78, I made my fortune by working in the mountains, supporting three families on my own.

This method is extremely crude, and the trigger trap has been completely destroyed.

If it were him or Qin Bowen who were collecting the trap, they would never have destroyed the mechanism so violently. If they wanted to use it again after it was broken, they would have to choose a new location and set it up again.

Without a doubt, it was the work of Ma Laosan and his gang of laymen.

Zhao Lei raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop: "Brothers, be careful, those guys should be not far ahead."

Qin Dajun's spirits lifted: "Great, brother-in-law! How do we get started?"

"Go up and talk to them first. If they refuse to come down the mountain and dare to act tough and rob us, brothers, this Qingfeng Mountain is our gold mine. We must not let outsiders take away our livelihood."

The group of men with short haircuts exchanged glances, all understanding the weight of their words.

Zhao Lei's gaze swept over everyone, and he continued to instruct, "Little crew cut, put away that short knife you're carrying."

Zhao Lei solemnly instructed, "If things really get out of hand, be careful with your attacks. Try to hit the torso and limbs, not just the head. If it leads to a murder case, and we end up paying the price for these bastards, it's not worth it."

Qin Dajun immediately nodded in agreement: "Brother-in-law is right! Brothers, put away your knives and blades, and grab the wooden sticks first. If they dare to use knives, we'll improvise. Brother-in-law also has a hunting rifle on him, but we absolutely must not use it unless absolutely necessary."

The man with the crew cut quickly tucked the short knife back into his waistband and replied, "Understood, I'll follow Brother Lei and Brother Jun's orders."

The group quickly followed the trail and chased after them.

Zhao Lei makes a living in the mountains year-round; tracking prey is his specialty, and tracking people is second to none.

The broken tree branches and trampled weeds on the ground all revealed the whereabouts of Ma Laosan and his gang.

They hadn't gone far when several figures appeared in the woods ahead.

Ma Laosan and four others were gathered around a snare, frantically trying to catch a plump wild rabbit.

Zhao Lei stopped and shouted, "Ma Laosan! You've got some nerve, daring to hit my brother-in-law right here on Qingfeng Mountain!"

Ma Laosan and his gang suddenly turned around and saw Zhao Lei and his seven men approaching menacingly.

Ma Laosan frowned deeply and subtly gave his companion a wink.

These people were local thugs who were always fighting and brawling. Seeing that there were many people on the other side, they did not panic and quickly spread out and stood in a fan shape.

Some people reached for their hunting knives at their waists, while others bent down and grabbed thick wooden sticks from the ground. The two sides stood facing each other, their expressions tense, about five or six meters apart.

Ma Laosan's gaze fell on Zhao Lei, who was leading the group.

The young man in front of me was a little over 1.8 meters tall, with a straight posture and a handsome appearance. He was none other than Zhao Lei, who was well-known far and wide.

He scoffed, his tone arrogant: "Ha, so you must be that Zhao Lei who's been making headlines all over the place. What, this mountain has your name carved on it? Why should it belong to you? I can go wherever I want!"

Zhao Lei cursed inwardly, "Damn it, are you Mundo?!"

Go wherever you want?

Zhao Lei's momentum was in no way weak.

He was more than half a head taller than Ma Laosan, and he stood firmly in place. As long as he didn't directly confront the sharp blade in the other's hand, his aura completely dominated the scene.

Zhao Lei's face was cold and hard, his voice filled with anger: "Ma Laosan, you came to our Qingfeng Town territory to attack and injure people, and steal the traps we set. Do you really think the Peace Brigade can be bullied like this? Tell me, how do you want this matter settled?"

Ma Laosan, a fearless and reckless man, immediately glared at these words and roared with profanities:

"How will this end? I'll kill your mother!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed a thick wooden stick and lunged menacingly at Zhao Lei.

"Brothers, let's take them down!"

Qin Dajun roared and, along with Xiaopingtou and Da Laoru, grabbed sticks and charged forward.

Five against seven. Ma Laosan and his gang were used to gang fights, and they were not afraid at all. On the contrary, their eyes were excited, and their inherent ferocity was completely brought out.

Chaos erupted instantly in the mountains and forests. Sticks clashed and clanged, and shouts and curses rose and fell, filled with the crude and violent atmosphere of a street brawl.

"You bastard, how dare you steal my goods!"

"Beat them to death! Qingfeng Mountain is not a place where you can run wild!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just hit me!"

"Let's see how long your Peace Brigade can keep this up!"

In the center of the crowd, Zhao Lei faced Ma Laosan directly.

Ma Laosan has been fighting for decades. His moves are cunning and brutal, always aimed at vital points. He is quick and ruthless.

But after several head-on clashes, his heart skipped a beat, and he completely panicked.

The Zhao Lei in front of them was nothing like an ordinary farmer. His moves were swift and decisive, his strength was immense, and his offense and defense were perfectly coordinated.

Ordinary people would be hesitant and cautious when fighting, but Zhao Lei's eyes were sharp, and he fought back hard with every move, showing a ruthless and desperate spirit. He was clearly aiming to suppress and subdue him.

In all his years of adventure, very few young people have been able to go toe-to-toe with Ma Laosan.

He was secretly surprised: No wonder this man made his fortune hunting; he was also a first-rate fighter!

On the other side, Chen Gouzi, Ma Laosan's top henchman, seeing that the red-headed leader was locked in a fierce battle, gritted his teeth, gripped his short knife, and bent over, intending to launch a sneak attack.

Before he could get close, the man with the crew cut reacted quickly, his eyes hardening, and he threw the thick wooden stick in his hand away!

With a whoosh!

The wooden stick struck Chen Gouzi precisely on the head with great force.

Chen Gouzi's mind went blank, and he froze on the spot, his vision blurring.

Before he could react, the crew-cut man rushed forward, drew his short knife from his waist, and without hesitation, plunged it into Chen Gouzi's thigh!

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced the flesh, and blood instantly soaked through the fabric.

"Holy shit!"

Intense pain instantly swept through his body. Chen Gouzi trembled and clutched his thigh, letting out a miserable scream.

She's bleeding!

The moment blood was drawn, the ferocity of everyone on both sides erupted completely, and the fight instantly became more frenzied and ruthless, with sticks being swung incessantly and shouts and curses filling the air.

In the center of the battlefield, Zhao Lei and Ma Laosan were locked in a fierce battle, exchanging punches and sticks, their fight proving to be evenly matched.

Ma Laosan relied on his years of fighting experience to entangle Zhao Lei with tricky tactics, but Zhao Lei was young, strong, tall, and had plenty of energy. He became more and more stable as the fight progressed, and his momentum completely overwhelmed his opponent.

Finding an opening, Zhao Lei lowered his waist to gather strength and suddenly delivered a powerful flying kick, slamming it hard into Ma Laosan's chest!

Zhao Lei's flying kick was incredibly powerful, sending Ma Laosan crashing heavily backward into the mud. His chest heaved, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The tide of battle has turned completely.

Zhao Lei's team of seven was young and energetic, decisive, and worked together seamlessly.

On the other hand, Ma Laosan's gang, already outnumbered, were further outpaced. In a short time, they were all beaten until they were staggering and bruised, their arrogant and domineering demeanor completely gone. They were like a few beaten wild dogs, rolling around in the mud in a sorry state.

On the other side, Chen Gouzi, who had been stabbed in the leg, lay on the ground howling in pain.