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

Click!

A blinding flash of light suddenly erupted, illuminating the dimly lit room in a stark white light.

The image of Liang Jiajun, his face covered in blood, his hands gripping his waistband tightly, and his eyes distorted with terror, was completely captured on film by this white light.

"ah--!"

Liang Jiajun let out a piercing scream. The sudden bright light made his eyes sting, and tears instantly streamed down his face.

He was about to explode. Ignoring the stinging in his eyes, he raised his hand, which still bore red marks, and frantically waved it in the air, trying to block the camera.

"Stop filming! Stop filming!"

"Who gave you permission to take pictures! Put the cameras down! You're breaking the law!"

His voice was utterly ripped apart by extreme fear, sounding like a rooster whose neck had been stepped on.

Scarface, who had been staring at him, suddenly felt a surge of anger when he saw that this guy still dared to reach out and grope.

He sneered, leaned forward abruptly, swung his arm in a wide arc, and delivered a powerful backhand slap.

Snapped!

The cracking sound was so sharp it was astonishing, causing dust to fall from the roof in a flurry.

Liang Jiajun's head snapped to the side from the slap, causing him to lose his balance and stumble back three or four steps before crashing heavily into the corner of the chipped wooden table.

A purplish-blue handprint was visibly raised on one side of his face, and his ears were filled with sharp ringing. His loose-fitting trousers almost slipped down to his hip joint.

"What's wrong with taking pictures of you?!"

Scarface strode forward, grabbed his sweat-dampened hair, and forcefully pulled his head back.

"You're already halfway up your pants, and you're trying to lecture me about the law?! When you were on top of my wife, didn't you think about whether you were breaking the law?!"

Liang Jiajun's eyes stung from being pulled, and half of his face burned and went numb. He covered his face, his body trembling like a broken bellows in the wind, his face covered in snot and tears.

"You...you can talk, but don't hit me..."

"I am from Hong Kong, not from mainland China. You are treating me so barbarically; I want to protest to your Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

"This is a serious international incident! You cannot afford to bear the consequences!"

As soon as he said that, the room fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, Scarface's eyes widened.

The next second, his temper flared up, and he raised his hand to deliver another powerful slap, pointing at Liang Jiajun's nose and cursing loudly.

"You little bastard, you dare threaten me?!"

"What's wrong with Hong Kong people?! What's wrong with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?!"

"Even if you drag the police into this, I still have something to say! You slept with my wife, you raped her, and you'll be shot no matter where you go!"

Liang Jiajun's mind was buzzing. Looking at the gleaming camera and the scarred man's murderous eyes, he completely panicked and waved his hands repeatedly.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"It was her...she seduced me! I didn't do anything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Scarface raised his big foot, which was wearing a thick-soled rubber shoe, and kicked Liang Jiajun hard in the stomach, followed by stepping on his thigh.

"ah--"

Liang Jiajun screamed like a pig being slaughtered, writhing on the ground in agony.

"How dare you say that?!"

Scarface stomped his foot down hard, looking down at him with a fierce gaze that seemed to want to devour him.

"You bastard, you've already taken your pants off! And you still dare to throw dirty water on my wife!"

"If you dare to talk back again, believe me, I'll find a hole and bury you alive tonight!"

That kick, coupled with the bloody phrase "buried alive," completely shattered Liang Jiajun's last psychological defenses.

His legs buckled and he collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden heat surged in his crotch.

A foul odor of urine wafted from the well-tailored suit trousers, leaving a small dark stain on the ground.

The two burly men next to him were stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Oh, that fake foreigner is really scared to death."

"Weren't you just acting all high and mighty a moment ago?" Scarface glanced down and grinned coldly.

"With such little courage, you dare to put on airs?"

The woman in the corner stopped crying and spat on the ground in disgust. "Pah, coward."

Liang Jiajun collapsed in the pool of yellow water, his face covered in tears and blood, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Looking into those mocking yet cruel eyes, the taut string in his mind finally snapped.

"You...you're in cahoots?"

It was only now that Liang Jiajun realized what was happening, and he asked in a trembling voice.

"Just realized it now? What an utterly stupid idiot!"

Scarface sneered, looking at him as if he were watching a monkey show, and kicked out again, landing right on Liang Jiajun's shoulder.

Liang Jiajun was kicked and rolled on the ground, half of his face pressed against the cold mud. His once slicked-back hair was now disheveled and covered in grime.

He had never suffered such humiliation before. His fear instantly turned into a devastating wail, tears and snot streaming down his face as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"You barbarians! You are utterly unreasonable!"

"I knew it... I knew all mainlanders were like that—bandits! Uncivilized savages!"

"This is robbery! This is murder! You lowly peasants..."

Snapped!

Another heavy slap choked Liang Jiajun back into his throat.

Scarface shook his numb hand, his eyes so sinister they could drip water.

"Lowly? Peasant?"

He suddenly grabbed Liang Jiajun by the collar, pulled him up from the ground like a dead dog, and then slapped him hard with both hands.

Snapped!Snapped!

With two sharp cracks, Liang Jiajun's face quickly swelled into a purplish-blue bun, and the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth directly onto the lapel of his expensive suit.

"That foreign dog from Hong Kong, still so stubborn?"

Scarface stepped on Liang Jiajun's chest, slowly leaned down, and spoke in a sinister tone.

"On my turf, even if you're the King of Heaven, you'd have to crawl down and pee on my lap. If you dare utter another dirty word, I'll cut out your tongue and use it as a snack."

Liang Jiajun felt a tightness in his chest from being stepped on. Looking at the trembling, fleshy face so close to him, he was so frightened that he held back his sobs, leaving only gurgling sounds in his throat.

"Now you'd better tell me the truth. Your real name, your identity, what you're doing in mainland China, whether you have any relatives, and how much money you're carrying!"

Liang Jiajun was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, but his mind was still filled with his self-righteous and scheming relationship with officials and businessmen.

He always felt that if he revealed his identity as a senior manager of Li & Fung Fur Company in Hong Kong, these thugs would surely extort him until he was bankrupt.

He swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes unfocused, still trying to hold on.

"I... my name is Zhang Wei. I'm just here to visit my family and I was passing by... I only have a few coins on me. If you let me go, I promise I won't report it to the police."

"Zhang Wei?"

The second brother, who had been squatting nearby rummaging through his wallet, sneered, stood up, and suddenly waved a crisp, white business card in front of Liang Jiajun's eyes.

"Brother, these foreign devils are still treating us like fools even now!"

The second brother grabbed Liang Jiajun's hair, forcing him to see the words on the business card, his tone sinister.

"Liang Jiajun, Senior Manager of Li & Fur Company, Overseas Technical Expert."

The second brother slapped Liang Jiajun again, making his head buzz.

"Your business card fell out of your pocket, and you're still pretending to be Zhang Wei here?"

"Manager Liang, do you think we peasants are illiterate, or do you think these business cards with black and white text are just printed for fun?"

Upon hearing this, Scarface's eyes flashed even more menacingly. He reached behind his waist and pulled out a gleaming switchblade, which snapped open with a crack.

The cold tip of the knife slid down Liang Jiajun's face to the base of his neck, startling him so much that the hairs on his body stood on end.

"If you dare utter another false word, I'll find a hole in the back hill and bury you alive, you believe me?!"

Liang Jiajun looked at the small piece of paper with gold trim in his old man's hand, then at the gleaming blade, and his last bit of psychological defense completely crumbled.

He slumped into a heap of mud, his face contorted in grief, his voice hoarse.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

"I'm from Hong Kong. Hongxing Machinery Factory paid a lot of money to bring me back to guide the machines. That...that factory manager Zhao Shanhe signed a contract with me. I'm here to help him set up an advanced production line."

"I still have over five hundred Hong Kong dollars, two hundred foreign exchange certificates, and that Rolex from the bedside table... You can have it all, it's all yours!"

Upon hearing the name Zhao Shanhe, the scarred man, who had previously looked fierce, suddenly froze for a moment.

He squinted, his tone becoming somewhat strange, as if he were confirming something.

"That Hongxing Machinery Factory in the county?"

The second brother, who was squatting nearby, froze abruptly upon hearing the name, his posture of bending over to pick up the wallet.

"etc."

The second brother turned around and stared intently at Liang Jiajun.

"Who did you say? From the Red Star Machinery Factory...who?"