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

A pile of grayish-black debris mixed with white frost poured down like broken ice bricks, rolling all the way down the hard cement floor and onto Boss Huang's shiny black leather shoes.

The warehouse was so quiet that only the buzzing of the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling could be heard.

The smiles on the faces of the dozen or so shirtless thugs all froze.

Some people's hands, holding sacks, froze in mid-air; others had just burned their fingers with a famous match; no one dared to utter a sound.

A stench, like that of a dead rat fermenting in a stinking ditch, spread out with a thud along the broken ice on the ground.

A young man next to him suddenly swallowed hard, covered his mouth tightly, and forced down the acid in his stomach.

Boss Huang stood still, his hands behind his back.

He stared intently at the tattered fur stuck to the tip of his leather shoe, his eyes twitching uncontrollably twice.

There was no surprise, nor was there any mental blank.

He instinctively felt the cold, a chill that shot from the soles of his feet straight to the back of his head.

But he is, after all, a seasoned veteran.

Boss Huang forcefully suppressed the hint of panic in his eyes, his chest heaving slightly, and he even let out a very natural chuckle.

"Biaozi, what's this? Did you deliberately bring a bag of rubbish to pave tire tracks, just to make your brother happy?"

Boss Huang took a small step forward, casually kicking the pile of ice shards with the tip of his shiny black leather shoe. His tone still carried the magnanimity and ease of a big boss: "Alright, enough joking. Sweep this up and get down to business. Everyone's waiting to drink."

A Biao's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, his polyester shirt clinging damply to his spine.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace as he went along with it: "Right... the boss is incredibly perceptive. It must have been the men who were blind when loading the truck that mistook the damp, frozen scrap for good leather. I'll start the next batch now."

"That's normal. There are all kinds of birds in a big forest."

Boss Huang slowly pulled out three or five cigarettes from the inside pocket of his high-end leather trench coat.

He put a match in his mouth and struck it.

Boss Huang took a deep breath, exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke, and said in a voice as deep as still water, "We collected nearly 20,000 sheets. What's the big deal if ten or eight get damaged by the bumpy ride and freezing on the way? Open the next bag."

A-Biao suddenly turned around and scrambled towards the second stack of fertilizer bags.

His fingers were as stiff as two popsicles, and the knots that he could usually untie were now impossible to pry open.

The more he picked at it, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more his hands trembled.

With a "rip" sound.

In his desperation, Ah Biao bit open the rope with his teeth and grabbed the bottom of the bag with both hands, pulling it up with all his might.

Splash!

Another large amount of rotten flesh and hair, covered in ice shards, crashed into the muddy water.

A stench suddenly filled the roof.

Boss Huang's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, froze completely in mid-air.

A long streak of accumulated cigarette ash fell onto his leather trench coat, but he didn't even blink.

"Damn it..." Ah Biao stared intently at the mud on the ground, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins.

Cold sweat clung to his eyelashes, making it hard for him to open his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and ripped open the third bag.

Splash!

It was still a pile of disgusting crumbs.

The smile on Boss Huang's face was completely wiped away.

He stared intently at Ah Biao's trembling back, taking a step closer with his leather shoes.

"Ah Biao".

Boss Huang's voice was extremely low, like a chilling wind scraping from between his teeth, exuding a murderous aura that sent shivers down one's spine: "I spent 150,000 silver dollars, and you brought back three sacks of water ice. You'd better be able to conjure up that good leather you showed me earlier in the next second. Otherwise, this warehouse will be your graveyard tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Biao let out a distorted scream.

He's completely gone mad.

"Yes! I have some top-quality stuff! I'll find it right now!"

Ah Biao pulled a switchblade from his boot and scrambled into the piles of fertilizer sacks, frantically tearing open the seams like a desperate wild beast.

The fourth bag, the fifth bag, the tenth bag.

The sound of the blade violently slicing through fertilizer bags was extremely jarring in the empty warehouse.

Foul-smelling hair flew wildly through the air like a heavy snowfall, and the ground was covered with frozen, brittle waste and nauseating mud.

No matter which bag you cut open, all that comes out are ice shards that shatter at the slightest touch.

Ah Biao's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees amidst the rubble.

He even threw away his knife and frantically dug around in the mud with his bare hands like a wild dog.

The sharp ice shards cut his hand so badly that the skin rolled back and bled profusely, but he continued to dig as if he had lost all feeling of pain.

Finally, at the very bottom of the pile of sacks, he dug out the first few pieces of top-grade genuine leather that he had collected the previous evening and used as "bait".

Ah Biao, like a drowning man grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood, clutched the few pieces of genuine leather tightly in his hands and held them high above his head.

He looked up at Boss Huang, sobbing uncontrollably, tears mingling with the blood from his hands, leaving two deep furrows on his face: "Boss! We have the real thing! Look, there's a real one down there! Such fine, top-grade leather!"

Boss Huang lowered his eyelids and stared intently at the pitiful five pieces of leather in Ah Biao's hand.

He slowly raised his head again and glanced at the pile of sacks that filled the entire warehouse and were stacked as high as a mountain.

The cigarette he was holding had long since burned down to the sponge filter.

sizzle.

The dark red sparks burned right through his index and middle fingers, scalding off a layer of skin and emitting a burnt smell.

He was like a puppet with dead nerves, not even twitching a finger.

"Biaozi".

Boss Huang spoke very slowly, his voice hollow as if it came from a dry well: "You opened so many sacks, and all you found for me were these few good hides."

"I'm asking you..."

Boss Huang's breathing was heavy and labored, like a leaky bellows. His eyes were bloodshot with despair, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Where did the rest of the hide go? Huh? How come it's all shattered! How come it's all fucking shattered into pieces!"

Ah Biao knelt in the foul-smelling mud, gasping for breath, unable to utter a single word.

He lay there, completely paralyzed, staring at the few pieces of genuine leather and then at the rotten fur scattered on the ground, his mind a complete mess.

A cold wind whistled in through the cracks in the door.

After a long while, Boss Huang slowly raised his head.

His eyes were utterly vacant, staring blankly at the still-unfinished sack mountain.

A hoarse voice squeezed out from his throat: "Lock the door. Anyone who dares to step out of this warehouse tonight, I'll kill their entire family."

Clang.

The dozen or so henchmen trembled with fear and quickly ran over to pull the heavy iron gate shut and lock it with a cold, heavy padlock.

The factory building became an airtight iron shell.

Boss Huang didn't look at anyone; his voice was so cold it lacked any human warmth.

"Slit open all the bags..."