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

The cold, hard iron pipe was pressed firmly against Ah Biao's temple.

Ah Biao froze, his hysterical curses caught in his throat, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Da Niu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, gripped the barrel of the old-fashioned rifle tightly with both hands, swung the heavy, sturdy wooden stock, and smashed it down hard on A Biao's cheek!

boom!

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Before Ah Biao could even scream, he was smashed by the butt of the gun, flipping halfway through the air, and fell into the snowdrift with blood all over his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Da Niu stepped forward, his loaded pistol aimed directly at the terrified Southern henchmen behind A Biao.

"Don't you fucking touch that!"

Big Bull's eyes were bloodshot as he roared like an enraged black bear: "Anyone who dares to move, I'll shoot their head off right now!"

The shirtless men trembled with fear, dropping their steel pipes and machetes to the ground, and raised their hands.

"Pillar! Don't just stand there!"

Da Niu, gun in hand, shouted at the top of his lungs without turning his head, "Quickly, bang the gong and call for help! These southern bumpkins are trying to rob our whole village!"

As if waking from a dream, Zhu Zi grabbed the broken copper gong from the woodpile, started banging it with a mallet, and howled wildly into the village at the top of his lungs.

when!when!when!

"Help! Men, young and old, grab your weapons!"

Zhu Zi howled in a heart-wrenching voice: "Some southern barbarians have come into the village with knives and are smashing the kilns! They want to steal the money we make from selling hides! They even want to slaughter our village!"

The sound of the broken gong suddenly exploded in the deathly still snowy night.

Inside a Toyota Crown.

Through the windshield, Boss Huang watched helplessly as Ah Biao was smashed to death with a rifle butt, his fury instantly overwhelming his reason.

He didn't back down at all; instead, he kicked open the car door and darted out like a vicious wolf.

"Fuck you! A bunch of poor, farming bastards have gone too far!"

With bloodshot eyes, Boss Huang roared hysterically at the van behind him, "Get out of there, all of you! Pull out those homemade guns from under the trunk! I'm going to kill them all today!"

The trusted henchmen in the van immediately lifted the seats, pulled out three double-barreled shotguns wrapped in rags, and loaded them with bullets.

Boss Huang, holding his switchblade upside down, led several men armed with homemade guns and charged through the snow with murderous intent, pointing their guns directly at Zhu Zi and Da Niu's heads.

"Knock one more time and I'll shoot you all dead!" Boss Huang roared furiously, his face contorted with rage.

Zhu Zi and Da Niu stared at the dark gun barrel, but instead of backing down, they became even angrier.

"Fuck your mother!"

With his face swollen and red, Da Niu spat a mouthful of blood onto Boss Huang's leather shoes and cursed, "What do you want, bringing so many people and pointing guns at us! You son of a bitch from the South, if you have the guts, shoot today!"

Just when the two sides were on the verge of exchanging blows, a tense standoff ensued.

brush!brush!brush!

In the village's alleys and on the earthen walls, dozens of blinding flashlight beams suddenly lit up, like an impenetrable net of light, instantly enveloping Boss Huang and his dozen or so men.

Mr. Huang felt a blinding white light before his eyes, so bright that his eyes almost watered.

He instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and the sudden turn of events extinguished most of his arrogant murderous intent.

"What the hell are you doing! Throw that piece of junk away!"

Hundreds of men from Kaoshantun, dressed in sheepskin coats and thick cotton trousers, poured out of the village like a tidal wave bursting its banks.

They didn't have any standardized weapons; they only had the axes, shovels, and pitchforks they used for farm work, along with a dozen or so rusty old cannons used for hunting wild boars.

Hundreds of people swarmed around, completely blocking Boss Huang and his dozen or so men in the snow at the village entrance, making it impossible for them to pass.

Looking at the hundreds of gleaming hoes and shovels around them, Boss Huang and his henchmen with guns felt their scalps tingle and their legs trembled uncontrollably.

In the crowd, Wang, the butcher with a fierce face, pushed his way to the front, carrying a blood-stained boning knife.

"Damn it! You dare come to our Kaoshantun to cause trouble?"

Butcher Wang spat a mouthful of phlegm into the snow, pointed at Boss Huang's nose, and cursed, "Back in the day, even Chiang Kai-shek's militia, armed with machine guns, didn't dare set foot in these deep mountains and forests! You bunch of punks with broken iron pipes dare to come to our village and smash our kilns? Men, chop them to pieces!"

"Chop them up!"

Hundreds of villagers immediately roared in anger, their eyes red, the deafening roars shaking the snow off the trees.

"Shut up, all of you!"

A loud, powerful shout rang out, and Yu Tou, the village elder of Kaoshantun, walked out wearing a military overcoat.

Old Yu looked around coldly, his gaze sweeping over A Biao, who was rolling his eyes on the ground. He immediately recognized him as the big boss who had been collecting hides at the village entrance yesterday. He had also made some money from the hides his family owned.

Then he saw Da Niu's swollen, bleeding half of his face, and his expression instantly turned so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

"Pillar, tell me what happened," Old Yu's voice was frighteningly deep. "How did Da Niu get injured?"

"Village chief! These southern bumpkins are inhuman!"

Seizing the opportunity, Zhu Zi started frantically fanning the flames at the top of his lungs: "They came into the village in the middle of the night with knives and guns, saying that the hides we sold them were all garbage, and they even accused the whole village of conspiring to cheat them!"

As Zhu Zi spoke, he became more and more agitated, pointing at Boss Huang and roaring angrily: "These sons of bitches are here to get revenge on us today! Not only are they going to steal the money we earned from selling hides to build our houses, but they also said they're going to slaughter our entire village and dig up all the ancestral graves in our Kaoshantun village!"

These words were like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling oil pan.

The entire village of Kaoshantun erupted in an uproar, their eyes turning completely red.

"Damn those southern bumpkins!"

"The transaction was a clean sale, you were blind to accept shoddy goods, and now you're trying to slander our entire village? You even dare to say you dug up our ancestral graves!"

"Chop them up! Find a ditch and bury them alive to use as fertilizer!"

Hundreds of villagers roared furiously, raising their weapons as they charged upwards.

The sheer ferocity of the attack, which seemed poised to tear a man apart alive, terrified Boss Huang's henchmen so much that their legs went weak, they wet themselves on the spot, and they nearly dropped their homemade guns.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Old Yu suddenly raised the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand and roared, barely managing to calm the enraged villagers down.

He turned around, walked to within two meters of Boss Huang, and stared at him coldly as if he were already dead: "What do you do? State your name. Is everything Zhu Zi said true?"

Looking at the group of burly Northeastern men around him who seemed ready to devour him, Boss Huang felt a cold sweat pour down his back, soaking his underwear.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to shout, "My surname is Huang, and my name is Huang He! This is all a misunderstanding! I'm only looking for Zhao Shanhe; this is a personal matter between him and me, and it has nothing to do with anyone else in your village! I won't take back a single penny of the money you made selling the hides!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding agitated villagers quieted down slightly, and their imminent threat to tear them apart eased somewhat.

Old Yu sneered, narrowing his eyes as he asked, "Then tell me, what grudge do you have against our Shanhe?"

Old Master Huang pointed at the village through gritted teeth, his face contorted as he roared, "That little bastard surnamed Zhao set me up for a scam! He swindled 150,000 yuan out of me with a bunch of rotten sodium sulfate! Old village chief, call him out here, he has to give me an explanation today!"

"I'll tell you what happened!"

Snapped!

Without even stammering, Old Yu swung his arm and delivered a resounding slap to Boss Huang's face!

The blow was extremely forceful, causing Boss Huang to stagger, half of his face instantly swelled up, and his ears began to ring.

Boss Huang was stunned by the beating and covered his face, about to retaliate.

Old Yu pointed at his nose and cursed, "I watched Zhao Shanhe grow up! I know him best! He led our whole village to hunt wolves and even helped high-ranking officials in the city. He's a well-known good young man in the surrounding area! You, a speculator from the south, come here to throw dirty water on him?!"

After cursing Boss Huang, Old Yu suddenly turned around, opened his arms, and roared at the hundreds of villagers whose eyes were red with rage:

"Fellow villagers! Do you trust Shanhe, this good young man who's leading us to make money, or these few southern vagrants pointing guns at our heads? Back in the day, even Chiang Kai-shek's army couldn't break the backs of our Kaoshantun! Now these bloodsuckers who lost money doing business outside are coming to ruin our livelihood. Do you agree to this?!"

"No way! Kill them!"

The villagers' pent-up anger erupted once again like a volcano, and hundreds of hoes and hunting rifles moved forward in unison.

Old Yu didn't give Boss Huang a chance to retort. He turned to Zhu Zi and yelled at him, "Zhu Zi! Hitch up the cart right now and go to the county to report to Director Zhang! Tell him that a group of armed bandits are coming to massacre our Kaoshan Village! Judging from their arrogant and foul-mouthed behavior, they're definitely remnants of Chiang Kai-shek's spies left in the mountains!"

boom!

The enormous political label of "remnant of Chiang Kai-shek's secret agents" nearly drained the blood from Boss Huang's brain.

If this is classified as such, forget about the 150,000 yuan; he'll be the first one to be shot!

"Don't you fucking talk nonsense!"

Completely terrified, ignoring the excruciating pain on his face, Mr. Huang frantically waved his hands and shouted desperately, "Who's a spy! I'm a legitimate businessman! I'm here to settle accounts with Zhao Shanhe! Don't try to pin this on me..."

"Looking for me?"

Just as Boss Huang was so anxious he was about to vomit blood, a very casual voice rang out from behind the crowd.

The villagers, who had been crowding the area, immediately and spontaneously made way for them.

Zhao Shanhe, with his hands tucked into the sleeves of his military overcoat and half a roasted sweet potato glistening with oil in his mouth, slowly walked out of the crowd.