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

At the village entrance, shrouded in wind and snow, an extremely violent engine roar abruptly ripped through the deathly silence.

Two dim, blinding headlights pierced the dark mass of people like swords. A Beijing 212 Jeep, covered in ice shards, showed no sign of slowing down and plunged straight into the crowd with an extremely terrifying sense of death!

"Holy crap! Get out of the way!"

The crowd erupted instantly, with the dozen or so men on the outermost edge scrambling and tumbling into the snowdrifts on either side.

With an extremely piercing screech of brakes, the jeep swung wildly across the snow, its heavy cast iron bumper sending two unprepared villagers flying. They crashed heavily into a snowdrift and couldn't get up for a long time.

With a loud bang, the metal door to the driver's cab was kicked open with extreme violence.

Zhao Shanhe, wearing a thin white shirt and with bloodshot eyes, stepped out of the snowstorm. In his right hand, he held a semi-automatic rifle with a folding bayonet upside down. The cold snowflakes melted instantly on his thin collar, but they could not extinguish the overwhelming killing intent on his body that was almost solidified into a tangible form.

A man whose mouth was splattered with mud and snow by a car wheel had just gotten up from the ground. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and angrily pointed at Zhao Shanhe's nose, cursing, "Are you blind? Going into a crowd of people..."

Zhao Shanhe didn't even lift his eyelids. He held the semi-automatic rifle level with one hand, skipping the aiming motion, and pulled the trigger directly.

boom! ! !

A deafening gunshot ripped through the swirling snow and wind. The bullet grazed the man's scalp, ripped off his fur hat, and embedded itself in the trunk of an old elm tree behind him, leaving a trail of blood.

The man's curse words got stuck in his throat, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees in the snow, his crotch instantly soaked.

The entire venue fell silent instantly; all the more than one hundred people were stunned by this silent, deadly figure who had just opened fire.

Zhao Shanhe held the snow-covered rifle upside down, his cold eyes fixed on Erga Zi, who was clutching his head and bleeding on the steps, and Lin Xiu, whose face was covered in soot and who was holding a homemade gun.

Without a word, he strode forward, his left hand expertly pulling the receiver of the rifle, the crisp sound of it being cocked echoing like a death knell in the deathly still snowy night.

The bearded man whose thigh had been bitten by a dog had his eyes twitching wildly. Looking at the lone Zhao Shanhe, he forced himself to raise the boning knife in his hand to bolster his courage, and howled in a hoarse voice, "Damn it, it's just one person! Don't be afraid, everyone, let's all chop him up together..."

Zhao Shanhe didn't even stop walking. He casually pushed the gun forward and pulled the trigger again.

boom! ! !

The scalding bullet ruthlessly pierced the bearded man's right shoulder as he held the knife, drawing out a large plume of extremely glaring blood mist from his back.

"ah--!!!"

The bearded man let out a bloodcurdling scream, the boning knife in his hand clattering onto the broken ice. He was thrown backward by the immense force of the bullet, clutching his bleeding shoulder and writhing and convulsing in the snow.

The more than one hundred people were so terrified by the sudden bloody scene that they stopped breathing.

A dark-skinned man in the crowd, who had been trying to push his way forward using his superior numbers, dropped his shovel with a clatter and instinctively cried out, "Murder! Murder! He really dares to kill..."

Zhao Shanhe took a step forward expressionlessly, pulled the bolt again with his left hand, and the bright yellow bullet casings clattered onto the ice. He coldly pressed the muzzle down slightly, aimed at the frozen ground beneath the feet of the dark-faced man who had cried out in surprise, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

boom! ! !

Another extremely brutal gunshot rang out, the bullet grazing the dark-faced man's toes and embedding itself deep into the frozen ground, the flying pebbles embedded firmly in his shinbone.

This extremely cold-blooded, silent advance—the kind that would open fire on anyone who dared to utter a sound—completely shattered the last shred of hope in the hearts of these mountain men. They finally understood that the man before them wasn't bluffing; he truly dared to kill them all on this snowy night.

slam-la-

The more than one hundred tough hunters who had just been clamoring to flatten the compound now seemed to have encountered an extremely terrifying plague god. They scrambled and crawled to both sides, pushing and trampling each other, creating an extremely wide bloody path in front of Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe took the lead, stepping on the ice shards on the ground and walking straight up the steps.

The moment he stepped onto the top step, the terrifying aura emanating from him abruptly vanished completely.

He casually tossed the still-hot rifle to Da Zhuang, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and strode over to Lin Xiu, looking at his wife's face blackened by gunpowder and the tattered shoulders of her cotton-padded coat.

With extreme tenderness, Zhao Shanhe reached out his rough, calloused hand and gently wiped the soot from her cheek. He held her cold hand tightly in his own, his voice gentle and deep: "Xiu, I'm late. Thank you for your trouble."

He turned his head, looked at Ergazi, whose face was covered in blood, and the dozen or so brothers who were fiercely protecting the courtyard, and nodded very solemnly.

Zhao Shanhe stretched out his large, gunpowder-smelling hand and pressed it hard on Ergazi's thin but straight shoulder, his rough thumb carefully wiping away the bloodstains that were about to freeze at the corner of his eye.

"He's a man who can pee standing up, he didn't embarrass me."

Zhao Shanhe's voice was extremely hoarse and deep, yet it was like a reassuring pill, striking the hearts of these dozen or so rough men firmly.

Erga Zi, who had been holding on tightly, suddenly relaxed, his eyes instantly turning red. Despite wincing in pain, he forced out an extremely stubborn smile: "Brother Shanhe, the courtyard is safe, not a penny was lost, and we didn't back down an inch."

Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath of the cold air, which smelled of blood, and then turned around and gave Da Zhuang's thick sheepskin coat a fist with great admiration.

"Dazhuang, take Ergaizi inside! Have Uncle Liu rummage through his trunk and get the best wound medicine to bandage up the brother's wound."

Zhao Shanhe slowly turned around and faced the more than one hundred outsiders below the steps, who were already terrified and ashen-faced. He calmly delivered his promise to his brothers.

"At the end of the month, every single brother who pulled out their knife while standing on these steps today will receive triple pay!"

Zhao Shanhe pulled a shriveled cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. His eyes, now completely devoid of warmth, looked down at the group of hunters who were silent as cicadas in fear below the steps with extreme coldness, as if they were looking at a dead man.

He didn't rush to set things off; his voice was as cold as an ice dagger from Siberia: "This mess we're leaving behind, and the blood my brother shed today, I'll settle accounts with them personally now."