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

Boss Huang held the sharp shard of glass bottle in his hand, the sharp edge already pressed against Ah Biao's throbbing artery.

I was just half an inch away from piercing this good-for-nothing's neck.

"name."

Boss Huang gritted his teeth, squeezing out chilling words: "Even if you can't recall a single name, I'll leave you with a whole corpse today."

Ah Biao knelt in the stench of crushed ice, his crotch already soaked with a foul-smelling yellow liquid.

Under the death threat of the broken bottle, his muddled brain finally began to function frantically.

There are so many people... so many people...

Ah Biao, his face deathly pale, desperately tried to recall the scene at the entrance of Kaoshantun Village yesterday evening, wailing incoherently: "Hundreds of people were crammed together, each carrying several sacks, how could I possibly remember who was who!"

The bloodshot veins in Boss Huang's eyes instantly flared up, and he suddenly pressed his wrist down a little.

The shards of glass instantly pierced the skin on Ah Biao's neck, and bright red blood seeped out from the cut.

"Biaozi, use your brain!"

The gaunt old Liu clung tightly to Boss Huang's arm, roaring at A Biao with a fierce expression: "This is over a thousand sheets of tampered sodium sulfate waste! And it has to be delivered frozen solid in the snow! This isn't something three or five people can do! Think carefully, who sold you the most hides! Who was the first to deliver the goods!"

These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattering Ah Biao's chaotic memories.

The scenes from yesterday evening played back wildly in front of him like a film reel.

The village entrance was packed with people.

Banknotes were scattered all over the ground.

And then there was that mud-covered fellow wearing a tattered dog-skin hat, squatting in the snow, his own hand stomped on by himself.

"A dog-skin hat...yes! That kid wearing the tattered dog-skin hat!"

Ah Biao, as if grasping at the last straw, screamed in his hoarse voice, "It was him! He was the one who delivered those hundreds of top-quality, first-class wooden boards at the beginning! He pretended to be a penniless wretch who had never seen money before, and didn't even dare to utter a sound when I stepped on his hand!"

Ah Biao crawled through the mud on all fours, clinging tightly to Boss Huang's leg, yelling like a mad dog, "I remember now! That kid's name is Erga Zi! He's Zhao Shanhe's most loyal lackey!"

"Erga Zi..."

Boss Huang's arm, which was raised in mid-air, suddenly froze.

The broken glass bottle in his hand fell to the concrete floor with a clang and shattered.

"It's not just Ergaizi! It's Dazhuang too!"

Ah Biao scrambled over, yelling like a mad dog, "That Da Zhuang who came to smash the plates with 20,000 yuan, he's Zhao Shanhe's dog too! They're all in cahoots! Zhao knows he can't compete with you financially, so he resorts to underhanded tactics! This is all a trap he set! Boss, I've been swindled by these peasants!"

With a loud bang.

All the scattered pieces of the puzzle fit together perfectly in Boss Huang's mind in an instant.

Da Zhuang's act of throwing 20,000 yuan at the venue was a provocation tactic, forcing him to issue a firm order to accept anything for 5.5 yuan.

Erga Zi's act of sending the finest leather was bait, causing Abiao to completely abandon the idea of ​​inspecting the goods.

Then, taking advantage of the chaos and looting among hundreds of people on a snowy night, they mixed in all three thousand tampered bills.

"Great tactic...that's fucking great tactic..."

Boss Huang swayed and then slumped back into his armchair with a thud.

He gripped his hair tightly with both hands, his throat emitting a hoarse, escaping murmur: "I actually thought that Dazhuang bringing 20,000 yuan was Zhao Shanhe's last-ditch effort... Turns out, that 20,000 yuan was a knife handed to me, Huang He, to slit his own throat!"

Boss Huang suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with spiderweb-like red blood vessels, staring intently at the sky like a mentally deranged madman.

"Open acceptance...no inspection...that was my personal order...I'm the one who tore open the 150,000 yuan in cash for him!"

"That little bastard surnamed Zhao, he figured out my greed! He figured out I wanted to bury him in money!"

As Boss Huang spoke, his voice grew increasingly mournful, his entire facial muscles twitching wildly: "He didn't even show his face, just sat on the heated kang in Kaoshantun, using thousands of worthless rags, watching me, Huang He, like a wild dog smelling blood, run into a cage and lock the door!"

The extreme humiliation felt like countless barbed steel brushes scraping wildly inside his internal organs.

He, a powerful figure in the Wenzhou gang, who had dominated for half his life, was ultimately defeated by a country bumpkin in his early twenties.

"The most ridiculous thing is..."

Boss Huang's features were completely distorted, his eyes widened so much they split open, oozing two streaks of blood: "He still used Glauber's salt to swell the board! It's the same low-down trick I used to rip off Fujianese people when I started out in the South! He shoved my leftover shit into my mouth and forced me to swallow it!"

"Hehe...hehehe...hahahahaha!"

Suddenly, Boss Huang tilted his head back and burst into a raucous, extremely humiliating laugh.

Laughter echoed through the empty, stinking warehouse, carrying a chillingly tragic tone.

He laughed so hard his whole body trembled, and tears streamed down his face, mixed with bloodshot eyes.

"I spent 150,000 silver dollars! And bought a warehouse full of stinking dog poop!"

Anxiety can cause the heart to overheat, leading to a reversal of the flow of qi and blood.

Boss Huang felt as if a red-hot iron had been shoved into his chest, and his internal organs were burning violently.

His face went from flushed red to a chilling purplish-black, and the veins on his neck bulged out like thick earthworms.

"Wow!"

A large mouthful of bright red blood gushed out of his mouth.

The blood mist dispersed under the incandescent light, spraying freely onto the foul-smelling ice shards scattered on the ground, and also splattering all over Ah Biao's face.

"Boss!"

The dozen or so henchmen screamed in fright, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

Boss Huang pushed away Old Liu, who tried to help him up, and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He staggered to his feet, his facade and dignity as a businessman utterly shattered in that moment, leaving only a ravenous creature driven to the brink of despair, ready to devour anyone who dared to cross him.

"Fuck your mother, Zhao Shanhe!"

Boss Huang pulled out a switchblade from his back and wildly swung it in mid-air like a madman, unleashing a roar that shattered the warehouse roof: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to skin you alive, pull out your tendons! I'm going to kill your whole family!"

He whirled around and roared at the dozen or so terrified, shirtless men: "What the hell are you all standing there for! Go get the machetes from the cars! Pull all the steel pipes out! Fill both cars with gas! You're coming with me to Kaoshantun tonight to settle this!"

The gaunt old Liu was so frightened that he scrambled over and clung tightly to Boss Huang's waist.

"Boss, please calm down!"

Old Liu was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice completely cracked: "Kaoshantun is Zhao Shanhe's territory! Since he dared to use such a ruthless plan to wipe out our entire family, the village must have set a trap for us! Moreover, he has connections with Jin Wanfu in the city. Should we call Young Master Wang first... and ask him to handle things..."

"Go to hell, Young Master Wang!"

Boss Huang kicked Old Liu to the ground, pounced on him, grabbed him by the collar, and spat a mixture of spittle and blood all over Old Liu's face: "Are you out of your mind?! Do you think Young Master Wang is some kind of benevolent bodhisattva?!"

Boss Huang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Old Liu as if he were dead: "150,000! We messed up what Young Master Wang asked us to do, and we've even made a hole of 150,000! Are you going to tell him now that we've been swindled out of our entire fortune by a country bumpkin?"

"Let me tell you! I don't know if Zhao Shanhe will kill us or not, but Young Master Wang will definitely be the first to send people to chop us up and sink us into the Songhua River!"

Snapped!

Boss Huang swung his arm and delivered a powerful backhand slap directly across Old Liu's face.

Old Liu's face instantly swelled up to a purplish-red color, and two bloody back teeth flew into the mud. He was so badly beaten that he saw stars on the spot.

Boss Huang slowly stood up, holding the gleaming switchblade, staring intently at the dark, snowy night outside the warehouse.

"We have no way out."

His voice was chillingly cold, devoid of any human warmth, and radiated a terrifying, insane killing intent: "Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't save our lives. Tonight, even if I have to bite him with my teeth, I'll bite Zhao Shanhe to death and rip out every penny he's swallowed! Let's go!"