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

As soon as Da Zhuang uttered his hoarse question, the entire corridor fell silent.

Xu Xiangdong's mind went blank.

The cold sensation on the back of his head made him freeze instantly. The next second, the facade he had been maintaining crumbled completely, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"What exactly do you want?!"

"Pointing a gun at me?!"

"Do you even know whose head you're pushing against?!"

"Are you fucking tired of living?!"

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, the color drained from his face, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and he roared in a fierce but cowardly voice:

"Ma Kui! Liu Haibo!"

"What are you all standing there for?!"

"Shoot him dead!"

"Kill him now!"

Ma Kui, who had been lying on the ground clutching his dislocated arm and gasping for breath, now disregarded the pain and used his still-good hand to barely pull out his pistol and aim it at Da Zhuang.

Liu Haibo was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively raised the muzzle of his gun.

Facing the two dark gun barrels, Dazhuang's face remained completely expressionless.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, but instead pushed the gun barrel forward hard, causing Xu Xiangdong to fall forward and his hair at the back of his head to be crushed by the gun barrel.

Da Zhuang's voice was hoarse, like rusty iron scraping together:

"Shoot!"

He paused for a moment, and then a slight smile slowly spread across his face.

"I'd like to see--"

"Who's faster, you guys or me?"

"Anyway, I'm just a worthless life."

"I'll trade my life for one of your department heads today—"

"It's a great deal."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiangdong was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin.

He could tell.

The blood-covered madman behind me wasn't bluffing; he was genuinely willing to fire.

Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who wear shoes. This mud-legged fellow is dead, so be it; he's just a worthless life.

But Xu Xiangdong is different.

His life is extremely precious.

He climbed to this position step by step, enduring countless years of hardship, swallowing countless grievances, and bending over countless times.

A police officer from a poor background has gotten to where he is today not because of good fortune.

It's something you get by drinking one glass after another at the dinner table, by slowly carving your way up from the crowd, by reading people's faces, smiling obsequiously, and bowing your head and acting like a grandson.

He even used marriage as a ladder to climb higher.

So what if the leader's daughter is older than him?

So what if many people laugh at him behind his back for being a kept man and having no backbone?

He admitted it.

He gritted his teeth and accepted it all. Wasn't it all for climbing the ladder, for widening his own path, for this job and the title "Director Xu"?

The money has only just begun to come into our hands.

The road has only just begun to be paved.

There are many days ahead for him, many benefits waiting for him to reap, and many people waiting to see him take another step forward.

How could he die here?

Are you kidding me!

How could he die in such a blood-soaked hospital corridor?

How could he possibly die at the hands of a peasant covered in blood, with tattered bandages wrapped around his shoulder, who was willing to risk his life?!

The moment this thought crossed Xu Xiangdong's mind, his heart clenched as if gripped by an icy hand, and even his breathing faltered.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back and trickled down my spine.

Xu Xiangdong took a breath, his voice tight, the oppressive force he had just displayed gone:

"Brother..."

"Don't do anything reckless."

"Let's talk this out."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice began to waver.

"Put the gun down...put the gun down first...we can discuss any demands you have, just please don't shoot!"

At this point, he seemed to suddenly grasp something, and hurriedly looked up at Zhao Shanhe, his voice revealing genuine anxiety for the first time:

"Zhao Shanhe!"

"Zhao Shanhe! Say something! Tell your men to put their guns down! If a shot goes off here, nobody will be able to take back the factory!"

"Your people, say something!"

"If a shot were to be fired here, no one would be able to handle the situation!"

He then turned to look at Liang Tiejun:

"Liang Tiejun!"

"Isn't this someone from your factory?!"

"You'd better do something about this!"

"Are you fucking insane?!"

Liang Tiejun's face turned pale, his chest heaving violently. He quickly turned to Dazhuang and shouted, his voice hoarse and strained:

"Dazhuang!"

"You can't shoot!"

"If a shot is fired, your life is over!"

"Put the gun down!"

"With me here, and with Director Zhao here, the sky won't fall!"

Liang Tiejun shouted himself hoarse, but Dazhuang seemed not to hear him at all. His hand holding the gun didn't even tremble, and the muzzle of the gun was still firmly pressed against the back of Xu Xiangdong's head.

Liang Tiejun's heart sank, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly turned to Zhao Shanhe and shouted:

"Mountains and Rivers!"

"Say something!"

"We can't let this escalate any further!"

Xu Xiangdong completely forgot about his department head airs at this moment. The coldness at the back of his head made his heart tremble, and he hurriedly spoke, his voice weak:

"Factory Director Zhao!"

"Say something!"

"Tell this guy not to be impulsive...we can talk this out!"

Zhao Shanhe did not answer immediately.

He simply raised his eyes slowly and looked at Dazhuang.

Dazhuang was also looking at him.

His face was as white as paper, and the gauze on his shoulder was soaked with blood, but the fierceness in his eyes had not faded, as if he would really dare to smash Xu Xiangdong's head open if Zhao Shanhe said the word.

The corridor was eerily quiet.

The group didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Two seconds later, Zhao Shanhe finally spoke.

The voice was not loud.

But it weighed very heavily.

"Dazhuang".

"Look at me."

Da Zhuang's grip on the gun tightened slightly.

Zhao Shanhe stared at him, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"This gun—"

"You can't ring for me."

Da Zhuang's bloodshot eyes twitched violently. He pressed his grip on the back of Xu Xiangdong's head, letting out a low, trapped roar: "Brother Shanhe! He wants us dead!"

"What did that bastard just say? He's going to take us all back for questioning! He's going to pin all the blame on us!"

"We risked our lives to get him back, and now Old Xu is still lying inside, his fate unknown... Why? Why can he just slap a few words and send us all to jail?!"

Dazhuang roared as he gripped the gun handle tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

"I refuse to believe it! If there's truly no place for justice in this world, I'll just shoot him dead and then pay for this bastard's life! I, Dazhuang, will take responsibility for my actions and will never implicate my brothers!"

Xu Xiangdong felt a chill run down his spine. With each shout from Dazhuang, the muzzle of the gun behind his head trembled, scaring him half to death. His voice trembled uncontrollably: "Director Zhao... Zhao Shanhe! You heard that... He's really going to shoot! Make him stop!"

Zhao Shanhe ignored Xu Xiangdong's pleas. He calmly reached out and his calloused, thick hand firmly grasped the barrel of Dazhuang's five-shot rifle.

"I know."

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a tremendous force that forced people to calm down.

"Dazhuang, you have to believe me, believe your brother."

He met Da Zhuang's fiery eyes, exerted force with his palm, and pressed the gun muzzle down inch by inch from Xu Xiangdong's head.

"Your life is worth far more than his. This kind of scum doesn't deserve your life. Put the gun away, and leave the rest to me."

Dazhuang clenched his back teeth tightly, the muscles in his cheeks twitching wildly.

He stared at Zhao Shanhe for a full three seconds before the madness in his eyes gradually subsided under Zhao Shanhe's calm gaze.

He snorted coldly with extreme resentment, abruptly sheathed his gun, and retreated behind Zhao Shanhe with his head down.

Xu Xiangdong felt the pressure behind his head suddenly disappear, as if his bones had been removed. He staggered and leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his shirt.

He had just caught his breath, and before his wildly beating heart could settle back into his stomach, a series of extremely steady, rapid footsteps suddenly sounded at the end of the corridor.

The next second, a furious shout, barely contained, clenched the entire corridor:

"Put down your guns!"

The sound exploded like a muffled thunderclap, startling everyone in the corridor.

Immediately following, the second sentence came crashing down:

"Xu Xiangdong!"

"Who gave you permission to pull out a gun in the hospital?!"