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

Liu Cuihua was stunned when she saw her cousin, who was covered in blood and had been blasted onto the coffin lid.

Immediately, that madness characteristic of a shrew didn't subside; instead, it became even more pronounced.

She was also a stubborn person, convinced that the police wouldn't dare to really kill anyone, and that the young man in front of her was just a show-off hothead who wouldn't dare to touch her, a weak woman.

"You dare to fire?!"

Liu Cuihua got up from the ground, her face contorted with rage, and pointed at Zhao Shanhe, shouting:

"You little bastard! You dare to shoot?!"

"Who the hell are you?! Huh?!"

"This is between us and the police, what business is it of yours! Trying to show off, huh? Trying to be tough, huh?!"

As Liu Cuihua cursed, she rushed towards Zhao Shanhe, spitting everywhere:

"Try touching me! You dare!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at this woman who was oblivious to her own death, his eyes like those of a wolf, devoid of any warmth.

He carried the still-smoking double-barreled shotgun and stepped down the stairs in one stride.

The sound of those suede shoes crunching in the mud was so dull it made one's heart race.

"I'm going to kill you..."

Liu Cuihua was about to start cursing again.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Shanhe suddenly reached out with one hand, grabbed Liu Cuihua's messy hair, and pulled her into his arms.

Immediately afterwards, the scorching hot barrel of the gun in his right hand was roughly shoved into Liu Cuihua's mouth as she was cursing!

"Ugh!!!"

The scorching metal barrel burned his lips and tongue, producing a faint "sizzling" sound.

The strong smell of gunpowder and rust instantly made Liu Cuihua's eyes water, forcing her to swallow the rest of her profanity.

"Shout!"

Zhao Shanhe's hands were steady, and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Keep calling."

"Let's see if your mouth is tougher, or my gun barrel is tougher."

Liu Cuihua was terrified.

She's a shrew, but she's not crazy.

With the hot iron pipe pressed against her throat, she trembled all over, making gurgling sounds of pleading, and the stench from her crotch intensified.

"Shanhe! Calm down!"

Zhang Guodong, who was behind him, was terrified.

He knew Zhao Shanhe was a ruthless man who had seen blood, and he was afraid that Zhao Shanhe would smash this woman's head to pieces with a single finger.

"This is a human life! Don't act impulsively!!"

Zhao Shanhe didn't even turn his head, only glancing at the policeman behind him out of the corner of his eye.

"Director Zhang, you police officers shouldn't get involved in this. This is a personal matter between me."

The voice just fell.

Zhao Shanhe suddenly pulled the gun barrel out of Liu Cuihua's mouth.

Before Liu Cuihua could catch her breath, Zhao Shanhe flipped his wrist and swung the heavy solid wooden gunstock in the backhand.

"Bang!!"

A muffled thud.

The solid wooden gunstock slammed into Liu Cuihua's cheek.

"ah!!!"

Liu Cuihua didn't even utter a sound. She was like a spinning top that had been whipped into the air, and was knocked to the ground, rolling around in the muddy water twice before stopping.

"puff!"

She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with four or five broken, yellow teeth.

Half of her face swelled up instantly, looking like a steamed bun, and she could barely speak.

Zhao Shanhe stepped forward and stomped his leather shoe directly on Liu Cuihua's face, grinding it slightly.

"Ugh... Ugh!!"

Liu Cuihua was like a dead fish pinned to a chopping board, her limbs thrashing wildly in the mud and water, her hands gripping Zhao Shanhe's trouser leg so tightly that her fingernails broke off, but she couldn't budge that leg an inch.

Zhao Shanhe raised his head, looked at the villagers around him with their shifty yet angry eyes, and sneered:

"You bunch of bastards, aren't you looking for Wang Laosan?"

"No need to call the police, I arrested him."

"Those bastards tried to rob my goods and kill my men with those homemade guns! I stripped them all naked, down to their underwear, hung them from trees, and whipped them with belts! In the dead of winter, I made them dig the ground for me shirtless!"

Zhao Shanhe spat:

"What? You're not satisfied?"

These words struck like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present.

This is blatant humiliation.

They stripped him naked, beat him severely, and dug him up.

For a clan that values ​​face more than life itself, this is worse than being killed.

"You...you little bastard!!"

In the crowd, the second great-grandfather, who had been sitting on the coffin, was trembling with anger.

He stood up, leaning on his cane, pointed at Zhao Shanhe, his beard trembling:

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!"

"You dare touch someone from the Wang family? You want to skin us alive? I'll beat you to death..."

The second master raised his dragon-headed cane, as if to charge upwards.

The villagers around them also turned red in the eyes.

This is a slap in the face to Xiaowangzhuang, a trampling and rubbing of their clan's dignity into the mud.

"Let her go!!"

"Kill him! Everyone, attack together!!"

The burly men in front, wielding hoes and shovels, roared loudly, but dared not actually charge forward.

That dark gun muzzle, still emitting blue smoke, was truly frightening.

Looking at this group of blustering but cowardly commoners, Zhao Shanhe's lips curled into a cruel smile.

He suddenly bent down, and with his left hand like an iron clamp, grabbed the messy clump of wet hair at the back of Liu Cuihua's head.

"rise!"

With a low roar, Zhao Shanhe used his strength with one arm to lift Liu Cuihua, who weighed 160 or 170 pounds, out of the mud.

Liu Cuihua's scalp felt like it was being ripped off, and she let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ouch!!! It hurts so much!!!"

Zhao Shanhe ignored them completely, grabbing Liu Cuihua by the hair with his left hand and shoving her mud- and blood-covered face at the crowd like a trophy.

The single-barreled shotgun in his right hand was pressed directly against Liu Cuihua's temple.

"Come."

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were icy as he stared at the group of restless villagers:

"Who wants to be that filial son or virtuous grandson? Take a step forward."

"When I fire this shot, it'll first shatter her skull, then whose skull will it shatter? We'll see how lucky I am."

The crowd paused.

With a gun pointed at her head, Liu Cuihua was so frightened that she didn't even dare to cry. Her whole body was stiff, and a stream of yellow liquid flowed down her trouser leg, mixing with the muddy water on the ground.

This blatant banditry of using hostages as shields thoroughly enraged the clan forces.

Just then, the second master from the back of the crowd, his face full of resentment, spoke in a voice as shrill as an owl:

"Don't be afraid of him!! That's a double-barreled shotgun! That's a homemade shotgun!!"

"He just fired one shot! There's only one bullet left in the gun!!"

The second master roared hysterically:

"He wouldn't dare fire! If he killed Cuihua, he'd have to pay with his life!!"

"With so many of us, we can overwhelm him!! Charge!! Anyone who doesn't is a traitor to the Wang family!!"

This statement is like a spark falling into an oil drum.

The so-called "law does not punish the masses" and the so-called "clan spirit" completely overwhelmed the fear of death at this moment.

More importantly, the Second Grandfather's words, "Anyone who doesn't take the job is a traitor," drove everyone to the brink of despair.

In a clan, being expelled is worse than death.

As for Liu Cuihua's life or death? Faced with the clan's reputation among hundreds of people and the authority of the Second Grandfather, no one cared anymore.

"Charge!!!"

More than a dozen shovels and hoes were raised at the same time.

The dark mass of people surged forward like a flood bursting its banks, carrying a nauseating stench of sweat and a murderous aura.

The men in front of them even had red eyes, and the weapons in their hands were aimed directly at Liu Cuihua and Zhao Shanhe.

To kill Zhao Shanhe, he was even willing to sacrifice the lives of his own family members.

That's what you call a troublemaker.

Seeing the crowd rushing towards him like mad dogs, the last trace of caution in Zhao Shanhe's eyes disappeared.

"it is good."

"You want to die, huh?"

Zhao Shanhe did not fire.

With a sudden burst of strength in his left hand, he grabbed Liu Cuihua by the hair and swung the over 100-pound woman around like a sandbag—

"call!"

Liu Cuihua's massive body left a trail of afterimages in the air.

"Bang!!"

The two burly men at the front were directly hit by Liu Cuihua's human cannonball. The three of them rolled around in a heap and flew back two or three meters away with screams.

Zhao Shanhe then turned the shotgun upside down and gripped the barrel with both hands.

That heavy wooden gunstock had now become the most convenient heavy hammer.

He stepped forward into the surging crowd, his suede shoes shattering the ice on the ground.

"Let's see who dares to cross the line!!"