Wilderness Romance!

The sand washing plant is less than three miles from the river.

It's called a sand washing site, but it's actually just a ten-acre open space covered with a layer of gravel.

The site was piled with sand and gravel like small mountains, and a dusty sand washing machine stood in the center of the site, like a sleeping steel behemoth.

Two large pits were dug nearby, one to hold clear water and the other to drain mud. The water in the mud pit was a rusty reddish-brown color, with a layer of oil floating on the surface, and it emitted a strong fishy stench.

Not far away, there were two tin shacks with two cars parked in front of them. In the shade, several shirtless men were sitting together. They were covered in tattoos and had several bottles of ice-cold beer in front of them. They were laughing and talking about something.

Lu Pingchuan looked around and then walked towards the tin shack.

"Stop." A man stood up and blocked Lu Pingchuan's path.

He was shirtless, with a tiger descending a mountain tattooed on his chest. The tiger's head was directly facing his heart, its fangs protruding, and it looked incredibly lifelike.

Unfortunately, the tattoo artist's skills were a bit rough; the tiger's body proportions were off, making it look more like an angry orange cat.

There were several flowers tattooed on his arm, wrapped around something that was hard to tell whether it was a dragon or a snake. The flowers were colorful and densely packed, making it look like he was wearing a tight-fitting sweater at first glance.

He was half a head shorter than Lu Pingchuan, but strong, with shoulders as broad as a door panel, several layers of fat on his stomach, and a deep groove etched into his waist by a leather belt.

His face was tanned dark and shiny by the sun, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and an old scar on his cheekbone that stretched from the corner of his eye to his ear, lying there like a centipede.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for the person in charge of the sand washing plant, where is he?"

The man scoffed, his tone extremely impolite, even arrogant: "Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you can just see Brother Tiger whenever you want?"

Lu Pingchuan remained expressionless, neither humble nor arrogant: "What if I absolutely must see him?"

"Damn it!" the man cursed, a ferocious look creeping across his face. "You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?"

"If you know what's good for you, get lost. Otherwise, I'll show you why flowers are so red today."

Several other shirtless men also stood up, their movements unhurried but filled with menacing energy.

They were carrying beer bottles, some half-full and some empty, the green glass bottles gleaming dimly in the setting sun.

The five people spread out in a fan shape, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Lu Pingchuan's path.

Lu Pingchuan glanced at the group of people, showing no intention of leaving.

"I told you, I'm looking for the person in charge of the sand washing plant, please move aside."

"Are you fucking deaf?" The tattooed man raised a beer bottle and pressed it against Lu Pingchuan's forehead. "I've already told you, Tiger isn't some trash you can just see whenever you want."

"If you don't get out of here, I'll blow your head off."

Seeing that the other party was relentless, Lu Pingchuan's face gradually darkened.

He knew that these people were all lackeys of the person in charge of the sand washing plant, and if his brother's death was not an accident, these people were most likely involved.

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand, snatched the beer bottle from the other man's hand, and then smashed it hard at the tattooed man.

With a crisp "crack," the beer bottle shattered on the tattooed man's head, and beer mixed with blood flowed down his forehead.

The shirtless men were completely stunned.

They never expected that Lu Pingchuan would make the first move in this situation.

They clearly outnumbered each other, so why?

The tattooed man raised his arm and touched his forehead. When he saw that his palm was covered in blood, he instantly flew into a rage.

"Damn it, you dare hit me? I'll kill you today!"

"Brothers, let's get him."

As soon as he finished speaking, five shirtless, burly men rushed forward.

"Fuck you, die!"

The burly man on the left swung his arm and smashed the beer bottle in his hand hard towards Lu Pingchuan's head.

Lu Pingchuan dodged the attack with a quick movement, and at the same time, raised his big foot and kicked the other man hard in the groin.

The saying goes, "Kick the balls when you're fighting, and you'll save half the trouble."

The burly man was struck hard in the groin, and immediately clutched his groin with both hands, collapsing to the ground and howling in pain.

At the same time, the beer bottle in the hand of the burly man on the right came whistling towards him. Knowing that he couldn't dodge it, Lu Pingchuan immediately raised his arm and used it to block the attack.

With a crisp "crack," the beer bottle shattered, scattering shards everywhere.

Lu Pingchuan seized the opportunity and suddenly swung his right fist, aiming straight for his opponent's throat.

"Bang."

A muffled sound rang out, and the burly man on the right immediately clutched his throat, a feeling of suffocation instantly spreading throughout his body.

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of the sand washing plant workers and customers who came to buy sand and gravel.

They huddled together, standing not far from the battlefield, and began to whisper among themselves.

"Damn, this kid has really got guts. He even dared to hit Tiger's men. He's asking for trouble."

"He's obviously a hothead. He didn't even bother to find out who Tiger is working for. Daring to cause trouble here is practically suicide."

"You know what, this kid actually has some skills. But so what if he's a good fighter? He messed with Brother Tiger, what good will it do him?"

"Old Zhang, isn't this...?"

"Old Li," Old Zhang hissed, "What? You know him?"

Old Li's eyes darted around, and he immediately understood what Old Zhang meant. He shook his head and denied it, saying, "No... I don't know him. How could I possibly know him?"

While everyone was discussing it, the battle over there had already ended.

As expected, all five fierce-looking, burly men collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Lu Pingchuan dusted himself off and walked step by step toward the tattooed man.

"Big...Big brother, I...I...I...I was wrong."

The tattooed man's voice trembled as he shifted his body, trying to create distance between himself and Lu Pingchuan.

Lu Pingchuan quickened his pace, arrived in front of the tattooed man, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head high.

Where is the person in charge of the sand washing plant?

The tattooed man raised his trembling hand and pointed to the tin shack not far away: "Tiger... Tiger is in the room."

Lu Pingchuan said no more, kicked the tattooed man away, and strode towards the tin shed.

Because the sand washing machine was still running, Li Hu, inside the tin shack, was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

At this moment, Li Hu had a voluptuous woman in his arms.

The woman had rough skin and an average appearance. Apart from her exaggerated figure, she was unremarkable. However, Li Hu was extremely fond of her.

"You're such a seductive little vixen, I'm going to devour you right now."

"Brother Tiger." The woman traced circles on Li Hu's chest with her fingers and said in a coquettish tone, "You must be gentle, I'm scared."

"Hahahaha..." Li Hu laughed heartily, "Little vixen, isn't it a bit too late to beg for mercy now? Today I'm going to devour you completely."

Just then, with a muffled bang, the tin door was kicked open, and Lu Pingchuan appeared in their sight.

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