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

Zhao Shanhe spat the half-eaten Daqianmen cigarette in his mouth onto the snow and slowly crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

He carried the still-smelling rifle upside down in his hand as he walked down the steps.

More than a hundred men were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe, shrinking to both sides in extreme terror, and forcibly leaving a large open space in the middle.

Zhao Shanhe walked to the spot where Ergazi had just stood and glanced at the extremely glaring pool of blood on the blue brick.

"Who hit my brother just now?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice was extremely calm, without any roaring or howling, yet it was like an extremely cold boning knife scraping across everyone's scalp: "I'll count to three, then crawl out on your own."

The entire room fell silent, save for extremely heavy breathing. Who would dare to stand up and admit it in this heated atmosphere?

"one."

Zhao Shanhe coldly uttered a number, his left hand casually reaching for the bolt of his rifle.

A violent commotion erupted in the crowd, and several men on the periphery were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they desperately tried to back away.

"two."

A crisp click as the gun was cocked.

Zhao Shanhe casually raised the muzzle of his gun and pressed it directly against the forehead of a man from another village who was closest to him.

The gun barrel was still incredibly hot from being fired, and instantly a burnt smell wafted from the man's forehead.

"No, no, no! Boss Zhao! Don't kill me!"

The man was so frightened that he wet his pants on the spot and howled in utter despair.

He pointed frantically at a gaunt man at the back of the crowd and roared, "It's him! It's Liu Laizi from Hougou Village! I saw him smash Ergaizi's brother with his own eyes! He was the one who led the attack!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's Liu Laizi!"

"He started it!"

Just moments ago, the impoverished hunters had huddled together for warmth and clamored to raze the Zhao family compound to the ground. But now, in order to survive, they were extremely cruel and unhesitating in selling out their companions.

They roughly kicked the skinny man named Liu Laizi out of the crowd.

Liu Laizi fell face-first at Zhao Shanhe's feet, trembling like a leaf, and kowtowing desperately.

"Grandpa Zhao! I was blinded by greed! I'll never do it again! Please just let me go..."

Zhao Shanhe didn't even glance at his extremely distorted face.

He bent down very slowly and picked up the extremely heavy cast iron weight that had fallen from the ground when Dazhuang was overturned.

Zhao Shanhe, carrying a rifle in his left hand and a ten-pound lump of cast iron in his right, walked up to Liu Laizi.

"Extend your right hand." Zhao Shanhe's tone was extremely calm.

"Master Zhao, I..."

boom!

Before Liu Laizi could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe, without any warning, slammed the iron weight in his right hand, accompanied by an extremely sharp whistling sound, into Liu Laizi's right hand, which was bracing itself on the ground.

Click!

A crisp, chilling sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the venue.

"ah!!!"

Liu Laizi let out a shrill scream that sounded inhuman, his right hand twisted and caved in, and blood gushed out instantly.

More than a hundred people gasped in shock, and some even collapsed in the snow in fright.

"This is called blood for blood."

Zhao Shanhe threw the blood-stained weight onto the snow with extreme disgust, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and coldly wiped the blood off his hands.

He casually tossed a handkerchief onto the face of the man writhing on the ground in pain, his emotionless eyes slowly sweeping over the hundred-odd people below the steps, their faces ashen.

"The blood debt is settled. Now let's talk about how you attacked my house with knives."

Zhao Shanhe took half a step forward, his extremely cold voice booming through the wind and snow: "I'll just ask you one question: what do you want, blocking my door in the middle of the night with knives and guns? Do you want me to be like those idiots from the Wenzhou gang in the city, paying an exorbitant price of five yuan and fifty cents for your pile of stinking junk?"

Zhao Shanhe spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground with utter contempt, and cursed mercilessly, "Pah! You dare to challenge me!"

These words were like a resounding slap across the face of this group of people.

In the crowd, Old Batou, kneeling in the snow, shivered from the cold. He crawled forward two steps in utter despair, raised his tear-streaked face, and pleaded humbly, "Uncle Zhao! We don't want five yuan and fifty cents! We just want fifty cents! Brother Erga said before that we'd still pay fifty cents… We just want to earn a little money from our hard work, to get our money back for the gunpowder!"

The group of terrified men around them grasped at a straw and quickly chimed in with their own opinions.

"Yeah! Brother Erga said earlier that he'd pay 50 cents!"

"Five cents is fine, we'll sell them all, not a single one left!"

As Zhao Shanhe listened to the group's utterly ridiculous haggling, a cold, sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? You mentioned that before?"

Zhao Shanhe, gun tucked under his arm, slowly descended two steps, coldly looking down at Old Ba Tou: "Since you knew we'd talked about it before, why didn't you sell when Er Ga Zi was banging the scale on the table?"

Dead silence.

An eerily silent atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire area.

The more than one hundred men, feeling extremely guilty, avoided Zhao Shanhe's piercing gaze. Each of them wished they could bury their heads in the snow, and no one dared to answer that deadly question.

"Why are you all so quiet now? Weren't you all yelling and screaming when you were brandishing that butcher knife and trying to rob us?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice suddenly rose, his extremely violent and murderous aura completely unleashed. Pointing at the group's noses, he viciously cursed, "Do you think the law can't punish everyone? Do you think I, Zhao Shanhe, am easy to bully?!"

"You wouldn't take a mere five cents' worth of money to survive, but instead you insisted on barging into my house with knives, intending to kill my brothers and terrify my wife and children!"

Zhao Shanhe kicked away a broken wooden plank at his feet with extreme rage, the sound like a hammer striking ice: "Fine! I'm putting my cards on the table today! Five cents? From now on, I won't take a single penny from outside villages for hides! I'm officially smashing this mess today, I'm not playing with you anymore!"

These words sent a chill down the spines of the crowd.

Several men carrying heavy sacks suddenly felt their legs give way, and the squirrel pelts they were carrying scattered all over the ground. They didn't even bother to pick them up; they collapsed into the icy water, covered their faces, and burst into tears.

"It's all over...it's all over...we can't even afford to cook!"

"We've spent almost half a month's worth of gunpowder money; this is driving my whole family to our deaths!"

The despair of truly losing your job is more agonizing than being shot.

The more than one hundred men who had been shouting and threatening to fight just moments before were now crying and wailing in the wind and snow, completely reduced to a pile of mud.

Just as these dozens of people collapsed to the ground, trapped in a dead end.

Behind the crowd, the bearded man whose thigh had been bitten by the Azure Dragon and whose right shoulder had been pierced by a bullet was being helped up from the snow by his two companions with great difficulty.

His blood-stained face was contorted in agony. Now that Zhao Shanhe had completely cut off their means of survival, the utterly shameless and ruthless nature of the lower classes erupted completely.

"Fine... you're ruthless, Zhao..."

The bearded man swayed, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Zhao Shanhe, and he roared viciously like a mad dog, "Fine, you don't want to take it! Then we'll just wait and see!"

The bearded man suddenly raised his uninjured left arm, pointed at the large wooden sign outside the Zhao family compound that read "High Prices for Leather," and grinned savagely: "You still have that sign hanging outside your compound, so you still want to buy goods from Kaoshantun and outside, right? You won't buy from us? Fine! As long as we hundred-plus men are blocking this place, you won't let a single person from this surrounding area in tomorrow!"

He turned to look at his hungry, bloodshot companions and frantically incited them: "Isn't that right, everyone! If he won't let us survive, we'll smash his business! Anyone who dares to sell hides in his Zhao family compound, we'll chop them up!"

These utterly shameless and scoundrelly words instantly ignited the last vestiges of extreme madness in the hearts of these unruly people. Since they couldn't survive themselves, they would drag the living down with them.

"Yes! Let's wear him down!"

"If we can't sell them, nobody can!"