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

As soon as the courtyard gate opened, Zhao Shanhe walked out.

He stood at the doorway, not in a hurry to go down the steps. His face was expressionless. His gaze first swept over Li Cuihua in the snow, then fell on Zhao Shanlin's face on the flatbed cart, and finally settled on Ma Dazui's fierce and bitter face.

"Zhao Shanhe, you're finally back!"

"You little beast! How vicious you are!"

"You're instigating your own sister to shoot your mother?! Are you even human?!"

"Are you hoping I'll just die right there and then?!"

"But I'm lucky! I didn't die!"

Li Cuihua spat a mouthful of blood onto the snow, sat there disheveled, her face swollen, yet she still forced herself to lift her chin and give Zhao Shanhe a vicious and triumphant smile:

"What happened? You miscalculated, didn't you?"

"You little beast, you'd better take this!"

"Let me tell you, even if your whole family dies, I'll still be alive and well!"

"I will not die!"

"I'll live to see you! I'll watch you get your comeuppance..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe's face darkened.

He didn't say anything, and just started walking down the steps.

One step. Two steps. The snow crunched under his feet.

The suppressed anger suddenly burst forth from him, and the group of people who had been crying and wailing at the door subconsciously lowered their voices.

Li Cuihua, however, seemed to be enraged. Seeing Zhao Shanhe move, she not only wasn't afraid, but instead stubbornly tried to push upwards:

"What? Did I say something wrong?!"

"You little beast, you dare to hit me..."

"Snapped!"

Li Cuihua's body jerked violently to the side, her head snapping to the side. Blood and broken teeth sprayed from her mouth into the snow, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground without uttering a second groan, motionless.

There was a deathly silence at the entrance. The person banging the gong was stunned.

She held back her sobs.

Zhao Shanlin was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath on the train.

It was as if someone had suddenly grabbed them by the neck, their eyes went blank, and they were completely silent.

Zhao Shanhe stood there, his chest heaving violently, his hands hanging at his sides, his knuckles taut and white.

He glanced down at Li Cuihua lying on the ground, his voice hoarse and cold:

"Try arguing again!"

The hand banging the gong stopped in mid-air, the wailing woman choked back tears, and the dozen or so members of the Lai family looked at each other, none daring to make a sound first.

But after only two breaths of silence, a hot-headed young man in his early twenties couldn't hold back any longer and retorted sarcastically:

"What's with the arrogance?"

"He's just a lousy factory manager, and he really thinks he's something—"

The rest of the words were left unsaid.

Zhao Shanhe has already made a move.

He descended the steps almost silently, the only sound being a crunch in the snow. The young man had barely raised his eyes when he was kicked hard in the chest!

"Bang!"

He was sent flying backward, his back slamming heavily into the snow, rolling twice before coming to a stop.

The entrance fell completely silent.

Even the sound of their breathing was suppressed.

Zhao Shanhe stood there, his chest heaving violently, his hands hanging at his sides, his knuckles taut and white.

But the fire in his eyes not only didn't go out, it burned even more intensely, like a layer of black charcoal pressed under the snow, which would turn completely red when the wind blew.

He didn't look at the young man who had been kicked away again. Instead, he walked forward step by step.

The snow made a muffled sound underfoot.

With each step they took, the group of people at the door lost more color in their faces.

Zhao Shanhe walked right up to Ma Dazui before stopping.

The two people were very close.

Ma Dazui was so close that he could smell the chill emanating from him and see the barely suppressed ferocity in his eyes.

Those eyes held no nonsense; they were like a wolf pouncing on its prey in the mountains—cold, fierce, and once they set their sights on someone, they wouldn't let go.

The momentum that Ma Dazui had been maintaining had mostly dissipated in the few steps he took.

Her throat tightened, and her back felt cold. She instinctively wanted to back away, but her own family members were right behind her, and they held her firmly in place.

Zhao Shanhe stared at her, his voice not loud, but it made one's heart feel heavy:

"You're the leader?"

Ma Dazui's lips moved twice, and the fat on his face twitched along with them.

She wanted to say a few more words to maintain the facade, but when she met Zhao Shanhe's eyes, her courage seemed to be extinguished instantly.

She opened her mouth and realized her throat was hoarse.

"I...I am Zhao Laizi's mother."

Zhao Shanhe didn't respond to her comment; he just stared at her.

Ma Da Zui's presence made him uneasy, and his palms began to sweat. The prepared tirade of wailing, sob stories, and demands for money fell apart, and his voice softened considerably as it came out.

"My...my son is still in the hospital..."

"His fate is unknown... I'm here... I'm here to demand an explanation..."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Shanhe stared at her coldly.

Ma Dazui's throat bobbed, and his voice became even weaker:

He needs money for medical treatment.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to save the person first."

"How much?"

Ma Da Zui was stunned, and subconsciously opened his mouth:

"……three hundred."

Zhao Shanhe didn't waste any more words. He reached into his cotton-padded coat pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, didn't even count it, and directly pulled out six ten-yuan bills, then slammed them onto Ma Dazui's face.

"Snapped!"

The bills scattered and fell softly into the snow.

Everyone at the door stared in disbelief.

Ma Dazui was stunned at first, then his eyes lit up and he instinctively bent down to pick it up.

Zhao Shanhe stared at her, his voice devoid of any warmth:

"Didn't you want three hundred?"

I'll give you double.

Ma Dazui was breathing heavily, frantically shoving the money from the ground into his clothes. Just as his expression was about to relax, Zhao Shanhe's next words came crashing down:

"Three hundred is for Zhao Laizi's medical expenses."

"Three hundred left—"

He raised his eyes, glanced at the dozen or so Lai family members at the door, and then looked at Li Cuihua on the ground and Zhao Shanlin in the car.

"This is the money you paid to have your lives taken today by carrying people to block my door, banging drums and gongs, and putting on this show at my doorstep."