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

"Kill them!"

Hundreds of bloodthirsty Northeastern men, wielding shovels and old-fashioned cannons, surged like a black tide bursting its banks, instantly engulfing Boss Huang and his dozen or so men.

"Don't fucking back! Backing down means certain death! Fight them to the death!"

Boss Huang knew that things would not end well today, and the ruthless bandit spirit he had developed from being among the dead in the south erupted instantly.

He roared, his eyes bloodshot, shoved aside the henchmen blocking his way, gripped the switchblade in his hand, and charged at Da Niu, who was charging at the front.

brush!

The switchblade flashed coldly through the snow and wind, stabbing fiercely towards Da Niu's chest.

The knife tip was extremely sharp, instantly slicing through Da Niu's tattered sheepskin coat with a piercing tearing sound. A large amount of worn-out cotton wadding flew out from the tear.

But this only resulted in a tear in the clothes.

In the Northeast, where the temperature drops to minus thirty degrees Celsius, Da Niu wore three layers of thick cotton-padded coats underneath his clothes, yet the half-foot-long switchblade couldn't pierce through them at all!

Da Niu looked down at his torn sheepskin coat. Instead of calming down, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, a sign of his ferocious rage.

"Trying to act like a big shot in Heilongjiang with a broken pedicure razor blade?!"

Da Niu let out a roar like a bear, not dodging at all, and swung the thick wooden gunstock in his hand, whistling through the air, and smashed it hard down on Boss Huang's cheek.

boom!

A sickening cracking sound of bone breaking echoed through the snowy night.

Before Boss Huang could even scream, half of his teeth, mixed with blood, sprayed out of his mouth. He was thrown through the air like a tattered sack and crashed heavily into the snowdrift.

At the same time, Ah Biao, who was on the ground, was also awakened by the commotion.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a double-barreled shotgun lying at his feet, which his younger brother had dropped in fright.

Ah Biao, as if grasping at a straw, lunged forward, grabbed the hunting rifle, and, his face covered in blood, was about to pull the trigger.

"Fuck you!"

Zhu Zi reacted swiftly, skipping the firing motion, and directly swung the broken gong in his hand, using the heavy brass surface as a brick, and smashed it down hard on A Biao's head.

Clang!

A deafening roar.

Ah Biao had just raised half of the gun barrel when it was smashed off course, and the blow made him see stars before he fell straight down on the snow.

Zhu Zi followed closely with a step forward, his big leather shoes stomping hard on A Biao's fingers that were gripping the gun, grinding them down forcefully.

The crisp sound of bones breaking, accompanied by Ah Biao's piercing scream, instantly tore through the night sky.

The remaining southern traders were terrified when they saw their leader being killed so easily.

Two men tried to raise the steel pipes in resistance, but before they could even swing them, four or five gleaming cast iron pitchforks were already pressed firmly against their necks, the cold iron tips piercing their skin and drawing blood.

The exchange lasted less than a minute.

The ruthlessness that Boss Huang and his gang were so proud of in the south was a joke in the face of the hundreds of Northeastern men in Kaoshantun who had been fighting black bears and wild boars for years.

The sheer size and sheer numbers of the opponents turned them into rotten meat on a chopping board in an instant.

"Alright."

Zhao Shanhe stood on the outside, slowly flicking the cigarette butt he had finished smoking into the snowdrift next to Boss Huang's face.

It made a soft "hiss" sound.

Old Yu was the first to stop, tapping Da Niu's shoulder with the back of his butcher knife: "Da Niu, let go first, let Shanhe have something to say."

The villagers, panting heavily, reluctantly dispersed to both sides, but their weapons remained firmly pointed at the person on the ground.

With his hands tucked into the sleeves of his military overcoat, Zhao Shanhe slowly walked over to Boss Huang, whose face was covered in blood, as he stepped through the crunching snow.

"Brother Shanhe, what should we do?"

Da Niu wiped the blood from his face, his eyes flashing with ferocity: "These southern bumpkins dare to fight back! Why don't we just drag them to an old forest behind the mountain and bury them alive to use as fertilizer!"

Boss Huang lay on the ground, his mouth full of blood that tasted sweet and metallic.

When he heard the words "buried alive," the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched violently a few times.

He gritted his teeth, forced himself to sit up, spat out a mouthful of bloody broken teeth, and looked at Zhao Shanhe with a face full of terror.

"Buried alive?"

Zhao Shanhe looked down at Boss Huang from his high vantage point, a cold and mocking smile playing on his lips: "We, the people of Kaoshantun, are all law-abiding citizens. We don't do such crude things like burying dead in the middle of the night."

Zhao Shanhe put his hands back into his sleeves and glanced at the dark, snowy night.

"That abandoned, dilapidated pigsty at Old Wang's house at the back of the village, isn't the roof leaky? It's perfect for letting in drafts from all sides, keeping it cool."

Zhao Shanhe turned his head and looked at Zhu Zi, instructing, "Take all of them, a dozen or so, inside to rest for the night."

"in addition……"

Zhao Shanhe's gaze swept over the thick black woolen overcoat worn by Boss Huang, his eyes colder than the wind and snow of Northeast China: "Boss Huang and his family are from the South, they have a lot of energy, wearing so much in the pigsty will easily make them sweat."

"Strip them of their fur coats, cotton trousers, and even their big leather shoes."

"Just leave them a single layer of clothing so they can cool off in the pigsty."

Upon hearing this, the howling cold wind seemed to pause for a moment.

Strip them of their fur coats and cotton shoes, and throw them into a dilapidated pigsty that lets in drafts from all sides and doesn't even have a roof?!

This is the dead of winter in Northeast China, with temperatures dropping to minus 30 degrees Celsius! The coldest days of winter, when even a drop of water freezes instantly!

"Zhao Shanhe! I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

The blood in Boss Huang's brain suddenly exploded, and extreme fear instantly transformed into the rage of a dying beast.

Like a completely mad old dog, he suddenly straightened up from the mud, pointed at Zhao Shanhe's nose, and cursed: "You lowlife who gave birth to a son without an anus! If you have the guts, kill me today! If you can't kill me, I'll bring my men to raze this bandit den to the ground tomorrow! I'll skin you alive and pull your tendons out..."

Snapped!

Before Boss Huang could finish his filthy rant, Da Niu stepped forward, raised his large, fan-like hand, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Even on the verge of death, he still dares to spew nonsense!"

Da Niu spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground and reached out to grab Boss Huang's collar and pull it down.

"Da Niu, be gentle! Don't tear it!"

Old Yu, standing nearby, quickly tapped Da Niu's arm with his pipe, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Boss Huang's coat: "This is a genuine imported black wool coat! The sweater underneath is also high-end! How much would it be worth if you tore it to shreds? If you take it off intact, we can take it to the county black market tomorrow and get at least half a fat pig in return!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Uncle Yu is right, these are all good stuff!"

Da Niu suddenly realized what was happening and quickly withdrew his brute force.

He grabbed Boss Huang by the neck and, as if skinning a wild rabbit on a mountain, roughly but skillfully pulled him down his sleeve.

"Fuck your grandpas! Let me go! Zhao Shanhe, you'll die a horrible death!"

Boss Huang was still kicking and struggling frantically, his scathing curses echoing at the village entrance.

But these Northeastern men, who usually wouldn't even throw away a patched-up cotton-padded coat, now looked at these dozen or so "fat sheep" as if they were looking at a series of mobile gold mines.

Zhu Zi led dozens of militiamen to rush over and quickly subdue the group of southern traders, reminding each other as they did so.

"Hey! These big leather shoes are mine now! Don't pull on the laces!"

"This mink hat is in such good condition! Be careful not to break the fur!"

"Don't grab them! Take off their belts too! Those brass buttons can be sold as scrap metal!"

As their expensive winter clothes and leather shoes were peeled off one by one without damage, the icy snowflakes mixed with the minus thirty-degree wind pierced into the pores of Boss Huang and his companions like countless boning knives.

Within seconds, Boss Huang's fierce shouts and curses came to an abrupt halt.

The extreme cold instantly chilled his internal organs, and his muscles convulsed uncontrollably. He could no longer utter a complete sentence, only the clattering of his teeth and extremely distorted screams remained.

Divide it in no time.

The dozen or so burly southern men who had been so arrogant just moments before were now standing barefoot in knee-deep snow, their bodies turning purple from the cold, their tears and snot instantly freezing into ice crystals.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the villagers were happily stacking their expensive coats and leather shoes neatly around the fire to dry, treating them like precious artifacts.

"Tie them together with hemp rope and lead them over."

Zhao Shanhe didn't even bother to look at them. He turned and walked towards the village, leaving behind a single sentence without looking back.

"Send two brothers to build a fire outside the pigsty and keep watch, lest anyone freeze to death. Tomorrow at daybreak, hitch up the cart, and we'll head into town to report the case to Director Zhang of the county bureau."