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

Like mad dogs, the two vehicles tore through the dark night and sped wildly toward Kaoshantun on the snow-covered dirt road.

Inside the Toyota Crown leading the way, the heater was on full blast, but it couldn't dispel the strong smell of blood in the cabin.

The carriage was packed to the brim.

Several shirtless burly men, clutching machetes and steel pipes wrapped in newspaper, barely dared to breathe, their eyes cautiously glancing at Boss Huang in the back row.

Boss Huang's chest heaved violently, blood still clinging to the corners of his mouth, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the wind and snow outside the window, his whole being like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

With his head covered in congealed scabs of blood, Ah Biao gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

He knew that if he couldn't fill the 150,000 yuan hole today, Boss Huang would definitely skin him alive.

"Boss...please calm down, getting angry will harm your health."

Ah Biao swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, keeping an eye on the road as he cautiously spoke: "This matter isn't actually at a dead end yet. Think about it, we brought more than a dozen brothers who are willing to fight to the death today, and they're all carrying heavy weapons."

Boss Huang's eyes flickered, and he stared coldly at the back of Ah Biao's head without saying a word.

Seeing an opportunity, A Biao gritted his teeth and blurted out all his wicked schemes: "Kaoshantun is just a poor mountain village. What have those peasants ever seen? When we get there, we'll kick down Zhao Shanhe's door and put a knife to his wife and kids' necks!"

"Didn't that little bastard swindle 150,000 from us? We'll hold a knife to his neck and force him to cough it all up! If he's short a single penny, we'll chop off a finger from his daughter! Does he dare refuse?"

The eyes of the henchmen in the carriage lit up when they heard this.

Ah Biao became more and more excited as he spoke, his face trembling with bulging muscles: "Besides, since he set us up, he must still have real top-grade flasks stockpiled in his own warehouse! Let's seize all his goods tonight, load them onto trucks first thing tomorrow morning, and sell them to that Soviet tycoon Vasily!"

"We got the money back and secured the goods! Not only will we fill this 150,000 yuan hole, we'll still make a fortune!"

Ah Biao's words, filled with bloodshed and scheming, were like a shot of adrenaline, piercing directly into Boss Huang's heart.

Suddenly, a morbid fire of greed reignited in Boss Huang's lifeless eyes.

He slowly straightened up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and let out two sinister laughs: "Yes...you're right. What's so special about a country bumpkin who can be a little cunning? I'll make him bleed, and he'll have to wet his pants and kowtow to me to return the money."

"That's right, boss!"

The henchman in the passenger seat quickly chimed in with flattery, waving his machete: "Once we kill that Zhao guy, Kaoshantun will still be our territory! Your grand plan to dominate Heilongjiang and monopolize the leather market hasn't been delayed at all!"

"That's right! We stole his goods! We took over his territory!"

The burly men in the car started shouting, their previous despair and fear completely gone, replaced by extreme excitement at the prospect of murder and robbery.

The atmosphere inside the Toyota Crown instantly became lively, as if the two million in profits had been put back into their pockets.

……

Kaoshantun, at the village entrance.

Under an old elm tree, as thick as three people could hug, lay an overturned, old gasoline drum, inside which glowing red-hot firewood was burning.

Villagers Zhuzi and Da Niu, dressed in thick, tattered sheepskin coats and wearing dog-skin hats, were squatting by the fire, warming themselves.

These past two days, the whole village has made a fortune by trading leather goods. The village elder, Old Yu, is afraid that people from other villages will be envious and try to steal things, so he specially arranged for the militia to take turns keeping watch at the village entrance.

"Brother, how much did you make selling leather these past two days?"

Da Niu rubbed his frozen hands, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. "I just got home and counted it three times under the covers—over fifty yuan! I've never seen so much money in my life!"

"Look at your pathetic self."

Zhu Zi exhaled a smoke ring, his face full of smugness. "I sold over seventy! Tomorrow at daybreak, I'll go deep into the mountains and set a few more traps. While that big boss from the south is naive and rich, and openly buying hides, we'll make as much as possible."

Da Niu chuckled sheepishly, "That's right. When spring comes, I'll take this money to propose marriage and marry Chunhua, the daughter of Widow Wang from the east end of the village! Her mother insists on having a sewing machine, right? I'll buy her two!"

"You're just a lecherous old man, all you're thinking about is your wife and bed," Zhu Zi laughed and scolded. "But thanks to this trend, our whole village has completely turned our lives around..."

The voice just fell.

Two blinding headlights suddenly illuminated the dark dirt road in the distance.

Crunch-!

With a screeching sound of brakes, a black sedan and a dilapidated van came to a sudden stop about ten meters in front of the old elm tree.

boom!

The door of the Crown car was kicked open.

Ah Biao, wearing a blood-stained black woolen overcoat and carrying a half-meter-long machete, jumped off the car with a murderous aura.

Immediately afterwards, four or five shirtless, burly men carrying steel pipes and machetes emerged from the van.

Ah Biao had just finished fantasizing about murder and robbery in the car, and now he felt invincible.

He swaggered over through the snow, raised his big leather shoe, and stomped hard on the red-hot gasoline drum.

Clang!

The gasoline can was kicked over and fell to the ground, scattering red-hot charcoal and sparks everywhere.

"Stop fucking cowering!"

Ah Biao raised his chin, pointed his machete at the two men's noses, and said arrogantly, "Brother Biao, I have a question for you! Where does that little bastard Zhao Shanhe live? Give me directions right now!"

Zhu Zi and Da Niu were startled, and their hands instinctively reached for the sheepskin coats in their arms.

But with the help of the car headlights, Zhu Zi recognized the black coat and A Biao's face, and stopped what he was doing.

"Hey, isn't this the big boss who was buying hides at the village entrance yesterday evening, charging 5.5 yuan a day?"

Zhu Zi looked surprised and turned to look at Da Niu.

Da Niu was a straightforward person and didn't even realize that A Biao was holding a knife. He just stood up happily.

"Hey boss! What are you doing in Kaoshantun in the middle of the night?"

Da Niu rubbed his frozen hands, a simple, envious smile on his face, and said, "You bought so many top-quality goods yesterday, and you must have made a fortune selling them to the Russians!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his dark red face beaming with enthusiasm. He patted his chest and assured everyone, "Are you coming to collect even more hides tonight? Don't worry, boss, just say the word, and the whole village will head into the mountains at dawn tomorrow. We guarantee to catch you even more hides! As many as you want, we'll make you a fortune!"

"Make a fortune? Catch more?"

The blood vessels in Ah Biao's brain suddenly burst with a "buzz".

A full 150,000 was exchanged for a warehouse full of dead rats that had rotted from sodium sulfate.

These country bumpkins swindled the entire Wenzhou gang out of their last penny, and now they're even treating him like a brain-dead ATM, trying to swindle him more money with their rubbish!

Da Niu's simple, honest laughter was like a rusty, dull saw, tearing and ripping at A Biao's bloody wound, snapping the last nerve of his reason.

The extreme humiliation made him instantly flush red.

"I'll make your mother rich!"

Like a mad dog, Ah Biao suddenly took a step forward, swung his arm, and delivered a solid slap to Da Niu's face.

Snapped!

Da Niu was whipped so hard he spun halfway around before collapsing into a snowdrift with a thud, blood instantly trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"You sons of bitches! You bunch of poor bastards! You peasants!"

Ah Biao's eyes were bloodshot, and he kicked Da Niu twice in the stomach, screaming hysterically as he did so: "You conspired to scam me out of my money! I'm telling you, tonight I'll make you poor bastards spit out every single penny you took!"

He suddenly raised the half-meter-long machete in his hand, pointed it at the dark village road of Kaoshantun, and roared madly: "If I don't take all your money back today, and if I don't chop up Zhao Shanhe's whole family and feed them to the dogs, I'm not a Biao!"

Just as Ah Biao was spitting and raising his machete, preparing to smash Da Niu's head with the back of the blade.

Click.

A sharp, metallic click, carrying an aura of death in the snowy night, suddenly rang in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, hard iron pipe was pressed firmly against Ah Biao's temple without warning.

Ah Biao froze, the curse stuck in his throat, and cold sweat poured out in an instant.

Zhu Zi had somehow circled around to his side, drawing the double-barreled shotgun from his chest, his thumb pressing firmly against the hammer.

The big ox on the ground also got up, covering its bleeding mouth.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and, without saying a word, pulled out an old rifle with a bayonet from the woodpile behind him.

With a "whoosh," a bullet was pushed in, and the gun tip pressed directly against Ah Biao's stomach.

The look in Zhu Zi's eyes when he looked at A Biao was no longer the simple and honest look from before; it was now filled with the fierce and ruthless wolf-like nature of those who fiercely guard their food in the deep forests of Northeast China.

These southerners not only want to kill Brother Shanhe, but also want to make him return all the money he just earned that he used to build a house and get married? This is like digging up the ancestral graves of the entire village of Kaoshantun!

"Southern cross-dressers".

Zhu Zi's finger was tightly gripping the trigger, the muzzle pressed forward forcefully, his voice chillingly cold: "You just said... who you wanted to cough up the money? Whose whole family you wanted to chop up?"