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

As soon as Scarface let out a furious roar, the buck-toothed thug, who had been poised to pounce, was the first to leap out.

The man arrived too fast, almost crashing into the gunfire. He lowered his head and rammed his shoulder into Da Zhuang's chest, knocking Da Zhuang to the ground in the mud.

Da Zhuang's back slammed heavily into the mud, a tightness gripped his chest, and the five-shot burst in his hand was knocked off course.

The buck-toothed thug's eyes flashed with ferocity as he pressed forward, one leg firmly planted on Da Zhuang's side, both hands desperately trying to wrest the gun barrel, all the while howling incoherently:

"Let go! Let go!"

The five-round burst caused the two men to yank the guns so hard they were practically sparking.

Da Zhuang's eyes immediately sharpened.

With a sudden jerk of his left hand, he first pulled the gun to his chest to protect it tightly, then twisted his waist and back, managing to flip half of his body up in the mud, and then rammed his knee into the buck-toothed man's belly.

The man with buck teeth arched his back and twisted his face, but he still wouldn't let go. Instead, he gritted his teeth and pulled down hard.

Da Zhuang stopped wasting time with him, pressed the muzzle of his gun down along the gap where the two were entangled, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The shot was terrifyingly close.

The large lead bullet exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the buck-toothed man's right leg.

Bucktooth looked as if his bones had been removed, clutching his rotting leg as he tumbled into a pile of bricks, howling so loudly his voice was distorted.

Dazhuang braced himself with one hand and flipped himself up.

But he didn't even bother to brush the mud off his body; his eyes had already swept towards the base of the broken wall, and his face immediately darkened.

Scarface had somehow managed to prop himself up.

The small gun in his hand was still smoking.

The bullet that hit Lao Xu's arm was fired by him.

At this moment, the dark gun barrels did not stop firing, passing over the chaotic figures and pressing straight towards Li Baotian.

Li Baotian was entangled in a fight with a tall, thin thug. Half of his body was stuck in the mud, and his head was barely raised half an inch. He didn't even have time to dodge.

"Uncle Baotian! Bow your head!"

Da Zhuang had barely put one leg on the ground and half of his body was still standing when his wrist was already raised.

He raised the gun barrel and then pulled it down.

boom!

The second bullet of the five-round burst grazed Scarface and landed in the pile of rubble next to him.

Broken bricks, dust, and snow particles exploded instantly, raining down on Scarface.

Scarface clearly hadn't expected Dazhuang to react so quickly. His wrist jerked violently from the sudden pull of the trigger, but the trigger had already been pulled first.

Snapped!

The gun fired with a crisp click.

The next second, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the pile of bricks.

"ah--!!"

Zhao Shanhai, who was bound with hemp rope, suddenly arched his back. It was as if a red-hot iron shovel had suddenly pierced his side. He rolled to the side along with the rope, and blood instantly seeped out from under his cotton-padded coat.

He was in so much pain his face contorted, and he opened his mouth to curse:

"Scarface, you son of a bitch! You lowlife who gave birth to a son without an anus! Are you blind?! You hit me?! Ah—! It hurts so much! Help!"

Scarface didn't even turn his head.

He didn't care who he hit.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled at his men:

"You bunch of useless trash! Do you think I'm feeding you?! Quick! Grab that cripple's gun! It's our life! A bunch of you can't take it from a wounded cripple?! Go and kill him!"

The moment he finished speaking, he looked up and his expression changed instantly.

Da Zhuang, carrying a five-shot rifle, waded through the mud and charged straight towards him.

Scarface's eye twitched violently, and almost instinctively he raised the small gun in his hand, shouting curses:

"You fucking stop right there! Big guy! Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll beat you to death right now! I really will!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already grabbed the fire.

Snapped!

A flash of gunfire.

The shot hit its mark.

Da Zhuang's left shoulder jolted violently, as if a red-hot iron awl had been driven into it. Half of his body went numb, and blood gushed out from his cotton-padded coat.

The force of the attack was jolted, and his left arm sank, almost causing the five-shot burst to slip from his hand.

But he didn't stop.

With gritted teeth, he pressed his right hand firmly against the gun, using the momentum of his forward charge to advance instead of retreat, pulling the muzzle of the gun downwards, and then a shot rang out!

boom!

The shot landed squarely on the scarred man's lower body.

Scarface looked as if he had been cleaved in two from the waist down. His body arched violently, and a bloodcurdling scream burst from his throat.

"ah--!!"

The small gun in his hand slipped from his grasp on the spot. He clutched his lower back and groin tightly with both hands, rolled around in the mud, and his face was contorted with pain.

Blood was gushing from Da Zhuang's left shoulder, but his eyes were filled with a fierce light.

He took a few steps forward, swung the heavy butt of his gun, and smashed it down on the scarred man's face!

Scarface watched as the dark shape crashed down on him, his face contorted with rage, and he forced out a sentence:

"Wait! Brother, I have something to say—"

boom!

The blow landed squarely on his nose.

Scarface's head snapped back, shattering his nose on the spot, and blood spurted out along with his teeth.

Da Zhuang didn't even stop, and swung his hand back again, hitting him diagonally from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ear.

boom!

Scarface was completely smashed by the blow, half of his face was smeared with mud, and he couldn't even scream properly, only making random "hoarse" sounds in his throat.

Da Zhuang grabbed the scarred man's shirt and lifted him up halfway.

Blood streamed down his left shoulder through his cotton-padded coat, but he seemed oblivious to the pain. The dark muzzle of a five-shot burst was pressed directly against Scarface's forehead, his finger already locked on the trigger.

It looked like Dazhuang was about to smash the dog's head open in the next instant—

A hoarse, furious roar suddenly erupted from behind:

"Stop it, all of you!!"

That shout was like a thunderclap, forcefully cleaving through the chaotic noise of the entire venue.

Da Zhuang paused, turned around abruptly, and his eyes darkened.

Old Xu has been turned on the other side.

The arm that had been shot hung limply, blood dripping down the cuff, and the person was practically being held up like a statue.

The gun that had just been taken from Old Xu was now pressed firmly against the base of his neck.

"Put down your guns!"

The thug behind him, his face covered in blood, roared, his eyes bloodshot, and pressed the gun harder and harder:

"Otherwise, I'll just shoot him dead!!"

The bull stopped.

Jianmin stopped.

Li Baotian was also panting heavily when he abruptly stopped.

The wind blew in through the gap in the broken wall, carrying snowflakes and the smell of blood, and swirled wildly among the group of people.

All eyes were on Dazhuang.

Dazhuang didn't get up.

The blood on his left shoulder trickled down his cotton-padded coat and dripped into the black mud at his feet.

He was still kneeling in front of Scarface, the five-round burst still pressed firmly against Scarface's head, the muzzle even pushing half an inch deeper into the flesh.

Da Zhuang stared at the thug who had kidnapped Lao Xu, his facial muscles taut like iron, his voice as cold as ice:

"Try shooting."