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The tall, thin thug roared wildly, shattering the silence of the valley.

He and another henchman exchanged a glance, drew their daggers from their waistbands, and charged toward Unimog with ferocious expressions.

Before he could reach the car, the tall, thin thug suddenly stopped.

He pulled the brass whistle from around his neck, put it in his mouth, and blew it with all his might.

"Beep! Beep beep!"

The sharp, piercing whistle echoed through the valley, carrying far and wide.

This is the highest-level assembly signal agreed upon by their gang.

Inside the car, Su Qing heard the piercing whistle and her heart jumped into her throat.

She gripped Jiang Chen's arm tightly, her face full of tension.

"Jiang Chen, they're calling for help!"

"fine."

Jiang Chen patted her hand reassuringly, his expression calm.

He even had the leisure to take a bottle of chilled Perrier from the car refrigerator, unscrew it, and hand it to Su Qing.

"Have a sip of water to calm your nerves. The show has only just begun."

……

In the distance, yellow sand billows up from the winding dirt road.

The dilapidated engine roared with a heart-wrenching sound.

A dozen or so vehicles approached from afar, charging towards them like wild beasts.

It was a ragtag army made up of all sorts of dilapidated vehicles.

There are old pickup trucks with steel bars welded into their cargo beds.

There are bread trucks with doors that don't close properly and exhaust pipes that emit black smoke.

There were even a few farm tricycles carrying buckets of manure.

This group of people drove recklessly, completely disregarding the rough road conditions.

A red pickup truck leading the way rushed up to them.

The driver turned the steering wheel all the way, and with the sound of tires screeching, the car drifted sideways in front of it.

The road was completely blocked.

The vehicles behind followed suit, surrounding Unimog and leaving him no way out.

The heavy slamming of doors echoed one after another.

Forty or fifty burly men jumped out of the car.

The group of people all looked fierce and menacing, their skin tanned dark by the high-altitude ultraviolet rays.

They wore all sorts of clothes, their faces were fierce, and their expressions were barbaric and hostile.

They were all carrying weapons.

A shovel with rust marks.

There are thick and long threaded steel pipes.

There's also a large wrench that's half a meter long.

The whole scene resembled a zombie army besieging the protagonist.

"Qiangzi! What happened?!"

A bald, burly man jumped off the pickup truck, a thick gold chain around his neck.

He swaggered over, carrying a baseball bat.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, the tall, thin Qiangzi felt much more confident.

He pointed to the groaning Scarface on the ground, then to the hill-like Unimog, and loudly complained.

"Brother Biao! These are the two bastards driving out-of-town cars!"

"They broke Brother Long's leg and then tried to run away!"

"Brother Long... Brother Long is dying!"

Brother Biao looked down at the scarred man on the ground.

His eyes turned bloodshot when he saw the severed leg, its white bones exposed.

"Oh shit!"

Brother Biao roared and slammed the baseball bat into the ground.

"This is outrageous! How dare they harm our brothers on our turf!"

"Surround the car!"

Dozens of people surrounded the car, blocking it completely.

They brandished their weapons, their eyes fixed menacingly on the car windows.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

A thug swung a steel pipe and smashed it against the driver's side window.

The steel pipe made a dull thud as it hit the glass.

The thick bulletproof glass remained intact, without even a white mark.

The person who smashed the car was so shaken that his wrist went numb and he almost lost his grip on the steel pipe.

"Everyone in the car, get out of there!"

Brother Biao walked to the front of the car and banged the hood hard with a baseball bat.

He yelled and shouted arrogantly.

"I don't care who you are!"

"If you don't pay five million in cash today and leave this beat-up truck behind, I'll chop you both up and drag you to the back mountain to feed the wild dogs!"

"Did you hear me! Get down here!"

"If you don't get out, we'll set the car on fire!"

The atmosphere inside the car was tense.

Su Qing gripped Jiang Chen's sleeve, her palms sweating profusely.

She had been pampered since childhood and had never seen such a thug attack before.

The shouting and banging outside the car were causing her great distress.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Chen, who stood beside her with a calm expression, her voice trembling with tears.

"Jiang Chen, what do we do? They...they're going to set it on fire..."

She was terrified and revealed the only solution.

"Should we...call the police?"