Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

"Xiao Bei! Don't be impulsive! I beg you! Put the gun down! Let's talk this out! It's the middle of the night, and if a gun accidentally goes off in the mountains and someone dies, no one can take the responsibility! Think about your family, your three children are waiting for you to come home!"

Liu Bei glanced at Lao Tan but didn't rush to reply.

He lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly by two inches.

"Uncle Tan, I know you're a sensible man. Let me explain some principles to you first."

Old Tan was taken aback, then quickly nodded, "Go on, go on."

"This wild boar has a hole in its head and a hole in its rear. Two locations, two types of bullets. I used iron shot, while Fan Xibei used lead bullets. If you crouch down and look at the bullet holes, you can tell the difference at a glance."

Old Tan squatted down and rummaged through it.

really.

The wild boar's head was pierced by a clean, penetrating wound, clearly inflicted with iron shot.

Looking at the wild boar's rump, it was very shallow, and there wasn't much blood. It must have been hit by a lead shot.

He knew Liu Bei was telling the truth, and he frowned.

Liu Bei continued, "The rule in the mountains is that whoever shoots the prey keeps it. This pig died from a single shot to the temple. Fan Xibei's shot was only delivered after the pig was completely cold. Dead pigs don't bleed; I don't need to teach you that, do I?"

"Yes, that's right!"

Old Tan nodded.

"But Fan Xibei won't admit it, and he insists on taking it from me. He even pointed a gun at me." Liu Bei said calmly, "Uncle Tan, what do you think we should do about this?"

"this--"

Old Tan knew exactly what was going on.

Of course he knew that Liu Bei had hunted the wild boar.

Fan Xibei's shot was like finishing off a dead pig, yet he still had the nerve to claim credit.

But he still forced a smile and advised, "Xiao Bei, I understand your reasoning. But we're all from the same village, we see each other all the time, it's not worth making a scene over a pig. How about this, you take the pig, and we all back down—"

"Old Tan!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xibei was displeased.

"Who the hell are you on?"

Old Tan's smile instantly froze on his face.

Fan Xibei pointed a finger at Lao Tan's chest, "I called you here to help, not to be Liu Bei's mouthpiece! If you don't want to get involved, get out of here! If you utter another word, I'll take care of you too!"

Old Tan's face fell inch by inch.

He kindly ran around trying to mediate, and being older and considered an elder, he was actually scolded to his face.

Where does he put his face?

"Alright." Old Tan nodded. "Northwest, I'm not going to get involved in your affairs. You can handle it yourself."

He turned and waved to Tan Si, "Let's go."

"snort!"

Tan Si snorted in dissatisfaction and followed closely behind.

Soon, the father and son walked a dozen steps without looking back, and then stood under a pine tree to watch the play.

Li Dazhuang glanced at Lao Tan's back, then at Fan Xibei's flushed face, silently tucked the machete back into his waistband, and retreated to the back of the crowd.

He's not stupid.

Fan Xibei is a heartless person who doesn't care about family ties. Old Tan spoke up for him and got scolded. If you continue to follow him, you'll be in big trouble sooner or later.

It's better to leave as soon as possible!

Interrupted by Lao Tan, the tension suddenly subsided. Seeing Liu Bei lower his gun, Fan Xibei realized that Liu Bei was just bluffing and wouldn't actually fire, otherwise he would have done so already.

"Liu Bei, Old Tan's gone. No one's here to mediate for you. If you've got the guts, shoot! If not, kneel down, kowtow three times, call me grandpa, and admit I killed the wild boar. For the sake of us being from the same village, we'll let tonight's matter drop!"

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

It was opened by Liu Bei.

A bullet flew past Fan Xibei's left ear.

The blast of air swept past my eardrums, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

"He...he actually dared to fire a gun..."

quiet!

quiet!

quiet!

Everyone froze in their tracks.

Zhao Liuzhi dropped the gun in his hand with a "thud," and his legs trembled so badly he could barely stand.

The other able-bodied men fared even worse; one of them turned and ran away immediately.

Fan Xibei felt as if his spine had been removed; his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face deathly pale.

The crotch area was also oozing water, and soon a foul smell emanated from it.

"Brother Bei!" Fan Ha'er pointed at Fan Xibei's crotch, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up. "Look! Look! Fan Xibei peed! He peed! So filthy! Hahahaha!"

The sound echoed back and forth in the mountain forest at night.

Old Tan and Tan Si heard this, and Li Dazhuang saw it too; they all sneered.

Liu Bei blew on the hot air coming from the gun barrel, then looked down at Fan Xibei, who was slumped on the ground.

"Fan Xibei, didn't you tell me to shoot? I did. And you? Where's your gun? Weren't you yelling all high and mighty? How come your pants are wet before the gun even went off?"

"You...you..."

"You kept saying you'd kill me, and you kept saying you're a coward. And what happened? This guy, who weighs over a hundred pounds, didn't even get a shot in, and his crotch surrendered first. That's not hunting, that's piss hunting. From now on, if you stand in the mountains, the prey will smell your crotch and run away on their own, without you even having to fire a shot."

"Haha~"

Fan Ha'er burst into laughter.

"you--"

Fan Xibei's face turned from white to red, and then from red to purple.

He finally realized what was happening.

Liu Bei never intended to kill him.

Liu Bei was just playing him.

He was made a fool of in front of so many people.

"Son of a bitch!"

Fan Xibei jumped up from the ground, pointed his finger at Liu Bei's nose, and cursed, "Liu Bei! You bastard! You dare to mess with me? I'm not finished with you today—"

"Shut up!"

Fan Ha'er suddenly roared loudly,

"Dare to insult my brother Bei? I'll kick your balls and fuck your wife's ass!"

"Bang!"

Another shot rang out.

It was still run by Liu Bei.

The bullet grazed past Fan Xibei's right ear.

Fan Xibei's legs went weak again, and he sat down once more.

My crotch was wet again.

Fan Ha'er laughed so hard he squatted down and pounded the ground, pointing at Fan Xibei, "Brother Bei! He peed again! He peed again! Hahahaha! Fan Xibei, how can you pee so much? Did you pee your wife's entire future too?"

"..."

Not only was he scared to death by Liu Bei, but he was also mocked by an idiot. Fan Xibei felt that he had lost all face.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he struggled to stand up and attack Fan Ha'er.

"stop."

Liu Bei's voice rang out, not loud, but everyone heard it.

Fan Xibei froze.

"I'll remind you of something," Liu Bei said, looking at him and emphasizing each word, "Fan Ha'er is an idiot."

"Huh?" Fan Xibei suddenly froze.

"According to the law, people with mental problems are not guilty of assaulting others, nor are they criminally liable for murder. He's the village's acknowledged idiot. But you're different; you're a normal person. If you dare to hit him, you're breaking the law. If you dare to shoot him, it's intentional homicide, punishable by death."

"I advise you to think things through before you act."

"..."

Fan Xibei's expression froze.

That's when he really realized what was happening.

Oh right, Fan Ha'er is an idiot.

The whole village knows that he fell and hit his head when he was a child, and that he has mental problems.

A fool can commit murder without facing legal consequences.

But if he were to fire the gun himself...

But when Fan Ha'er heard this, he perked up and his eyes shone brightly.

"That's right! I'm an idiot! An idiot can kill without breaking the law! So what's there to be afraid of?"

He picked up the gun with a "whoosh".

"Bang!"

The third shot rang out.

This time it was Fan Ha'er who opened it.

The bullet grazed Fan Xibei's neck, the heat making the hairs on his neck curl.

"Clang!"

Fan Xibei collapsed to the ground for the third time.

My pants were soaked through.

Fan Ha'er laughed until tears streamed down his face. "Brother Bei! He peed again! The third time! He shouldn't be called Fan Northwest, he should be called Fan Peeing His Pants! Hahahaha!"

"..."

Old Tan couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned his face away. Tan Si bit his lip tightly.

Li Dazhuang turned around, and the way he looked at Liu Bei had completely changed.

Zhao Liuzhi and the remaining able-bodied men were all ashen-faced, and none of them dared to utter a sound.

Liu Bei took the gun from Fan Ha'er, walked up to Fan Xibei, and pressed the muzzle against his forehead.

"You just said you wanted me to kneel down, kowtow, and call you grandpa?"

"I—" Fan Xibei's throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't say anything.

"That shot was for idiots. You were lucky you didn't get hit, but you might not be so lucky with the next shot." Liu Bei squatted down, his voice so soft it was like he was whispering to him, "If you want to die, I'll have him send you on your way. Anyway, I won't be responsible."

"I...I was wrong."

"The wild boar... I didn't shoot it... you shot it..." Fan Xibei panicked completely and hurriedly spoke up.

"Speak louder."

"It was you, Liu Bei, who hunted the wild boar! It has nothing to do with me!"

Zhao Liuzhi lowered his head.

The strong men wished they could bury their heads in the ground.

Liu Bei stared at him for two seconds, then handed the gun back to Fan Ha'er. "Put the gun away."

Fan Ha'er was still not satisfied and muttered, "He got off easy," but he still obediently slung the gun back over his shoulder.

Liu Bei bent down and hung the hedgehog and squirrel around his waist, then called to Fan Ha'er to carry the wild boar.

"Ha'er, let's go!"

Li Dazhuang strode forward. "Liu Bei, I'll help you carry it."

Liu Bei glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Okay!"

Old Tan coughed and came over. "Xiao Bei, let me lend a hand. Si'er, let's go."

Tan Si trotted over excitedly.

The group of people walked along the mountain path in a grand procession.

Only Fan Xibei remained sitting behind him, while Zhao Liuzhi and two strong men stood beside him like three wooden stakes.

The moonlight shone on Fan Xibei's soaked trousers, reflecting a cold sheen.

He knew that tonight, he had lost face completely.

"Liu Bei...Fan Ha'er"

Fan Xibei gritted his teeth.

"Next time, I'll make you pee three times too. If you can't, I'll eat dog shit!!!"