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

She burst in with disheveled hair, clutching the gun tightly in her hand. Behind her followed Zhao Shanlin, Wang Magan, and several others, all pale-faced and heaving with pain, as if they had just crawled out of a pile of blood.

But as soon as the group rushed into the yard, their eyes were immediately drawn to the dining table inside the house.

The steamed egg custard was still steaming.

The braised pork belly is glossy and reddish-brown.

The steamed white flour buns were fresh out of the steamer, and wisps of hot steam rose upwards.

Two pairs of bowls and chopsticks were still on the table. The fire in the stove was still burning, and the whole room was warm and cozy, as if it were a completely different world from the pool of blood and the wailing outside.

Wang Magan was taken aback for a moment, and a hint of inexplicable jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Shanlin's face turned even uglier. His eyes twitched violently as he stared at the plate of meat on the table, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Seeing this, Li Cuihua felt as if she had been slapped in the face again; her eyes reddened even more, and her voice became shrill.

"OK……"

"People are practically dying over there, and you guys are enjoying your meal here!"

"Meat, eggs, steamed buns... life is so good!"

She became increasingly frantic as she spoke, raising the gun and pointing it directly at Lin Xiu at the entrance to the main room:

"That ungrateful Zhao Shanhe has really spoiled you and your daughter rotten!"

Lin Xiu stood at the entrance of the main room, her gun already raised.

"Auntie, put the gun down."

As soon as she said those words, Li Cuihua felt as if she had been slapped in the face again, and the fire in her eyes flared up even higher.

"Auntie?!"

Her voice was shrill and piercing, "You won't even call me 'Mom' anymore?!"

"Fine! I knew it! You two have always considered this place your enemies!"

"That ungrateful wretch Zhao Shanhe isn't coming back, but he's made you all arrogant!"

Zhao Shanlin stood at the back, his face ashen. He took half a step forward, leaning on the stool leg, his gaze sweeping over the dishes on the table before finally settling on the two dogs by the door. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a cold, sneer.

"Hold her ground? Well, isn't she holding her ground now?"

"Look at this life! Meat is laid out, eggs are laid out, white flour buns are laid out, the house is warm and cozy, and the fire in the pot hasn't even gone out."

As he spoke, his gaze darted towards the doorway, fixing on the Azure Dragon and the Black Dragon, the sourness in his voice barely concealed:

"It's one thing for people to live like human beings, but even their dogs are kept so well-groomed and shiny."

"Especially the black one, its belly is all bulging, it looks like it's living more comfortably than me."

Wang Magan, who had been stunned, chuckled dryly upon hearing this, and a hint of jealousy flickered in his eyes:

"Absolutely. This doesn't look like a life of hardship at all. I think some families in town don't even have a meal as good as hers."

Lin Xiu's face remained expressionless, and the gun in her hand didn't deviate even an inch. She simply looked at them calmly, her voice still very steady:

"Are you done talking?"

"You're done talking, now get out."

As soon as she said that, Li Cuihua felt a sudden, sharp pain in her chest, as if she had been stabbed hard with a red-hot iron, and her face contorted in pain.

"go out?!"

"Lin Xiu, let me tell you, I wouldn't come to this lousy place even if you begged me!"

"Do you really think I'd bother coming through your door?!"

As she cursed, she pointed a gun at the house, her eyes filled with venom and hatred, her spittle trembling.

"That little bastard Zhao Shanhe has been plotting against me all along!"

"You live a good life outside, eating and drinking the finest food, raising you and your daughter like phoenixes, while you treat your own mother to a terrible fate!"

"No wonder he hadn't said a word to me all these years; turns out he'd been plotting something all along, waiting for this day to come!"

"He didn't show himself, but instigated Zhao Xiaoyu to kill someone with a gun—what a vicious mind!"

"He doesn't get his hands dirty, but uses his own sister as a tool, ordering her to shoot their own mother and kill that good-for-nothing, while he himself lives a clean life outside!"

As she finished speaking, her entire face contorted, the gun barrel was thrust forward again with a thud, and her voice cracked:

"Let me tell you, Lin Xiu, no way! If Zhao Shanhe doesn't come out today, this score will be yours first!"

Lin Xiu's eyes finally turned cold.

She stood at the entrance to the main room, holding the gun steadily, her face expressionless, and spoke slowly and deliberately: "Trying to pin this on me?"

"You don't deserve it."

"Put down your gun, take your men, and get out of my house."

As soon as he said that, the veins on Zhao Shanlin's face bulged out instantly.

He looked as if he'd been slapped across the face; his eyes reddened, and he lunged forward, leaning on the stool leg, his voice shrill and vicious: "Lin Xiu, you really think you're someone special, don't you?!"

"You think you can just stand at the door with a gun and act all high and mighty?!"

"I knew that beast had been planning to harm us all along!"

"That gun outside, wasn't it left for Zhao Xiaoyu by him?!"

"He himself never shows his face, using that bitch as a weapon, shooting scoundrels and my mother, without getting a drop of blood on his hands!"

"You have another one in this room!"

"What are you doing?!"

"He anticipated this day, he was prepared for us to come knocking on his door, and he left this as a way to deal with us!"

"What else could this be but premeditated?!"

By the end, his voice was hoarse, his chest was heaving violently, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to burn him alive.

Wang Magan, who had been huddled at the back, was now ignited by Zhao Shanlin's words. He took half a step forward and gritted his teeth, saying, "Third Brother is right!"

"Brother Lai is still lying there, his chest covered in blood, we don't even know if he's dead!"

"This blood cannot be shed in vain!"

"No one is going to let this go with just a few words today!"

Li Cuihua, seemingly convinced of her own superiority, pointed her gun at Lin Xiu, her voice shrill and piercing: "You dare tell us to get lost?!"

"You two have gone too far, and now you want to pretend everything's clean behind closed doors?!"

"Let me tell you, it's not that cheap!"

"No one will have peace until this matter is settled!"

Lin Xiu's eyes remained completely expressionless.

She stood at the entrance to the main room, her gaze slowly shifting from Li Cuihua's face to Zhao Shanlin's. The gun in her hand remained held level, her voice low, yet carrying a chilling murderous intent.

"Are you done talking? If you're done, get out. I'll say it again, if you don't get out, I'll shoot!"

The wind in the courtyard seemed to freeze at those words, becoming deathly silent.

Li Cuihua was completely driven mad by the three consecutive shouts of "Get out!"

She's always been a shrew, the undisputed boss in the Zhao family. When did this once submissive daughter-in-law point a gun at her nose and tell her to get lost?

"This is outrageous...this is absolutely outrageous!"

Li Cuihua trembled with rage, her gun quivering violently as she pointed it at Lin Xiu, her voice shrill like sandpaper grinding against a piece of metal: "Lin Xiu! You think you can just rely on that ingrate to back you up? You really dare to shoot? Go ahead and shoot! Shoot here!"

She slapped her forehead, her hair disheveled, and charged forward: "Go ahead and kill me if you dare! That beast Zhao Shanhe instigated my sister to kill our mother, and you, as her daughter-in-law, will finish the job with a shot, making it a complete wipeout of murderers! Come on!"

Seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Shanlin's eyes. He didn't dare to face Lin Xiu's gun directly, but instead took a step to the side, using the stool leg as a support, and pressed down on her from the side. His words became increasingly vicious: "Mom, why are you wasting your breath talking to her? Does she dare to shoot? If she dares to shoot, even Zhao Shanhe over there won't be able to protect her!"

Wang Magan chimed in from behind, his eyes darting furtively into the house, practically begging to grab the steamed bun: "Exactly! Living so well, they've probably fed their consciences to the dogs. Look at this dog, Black Dragon, right? It's really fat. Kill it and stew it for us brothers to nourish ourselves and get rid of the bad luck!"

The black dragon seemed to understand the bastard's words. It let out a "whoosh" in its throat, revealing all its white teeth, and lowered its center of gravity, a prelude to an attack.

The Azure Dragon was even more sinister. It had silently moved to Zhao Shanlin's side and rear, its gray-blue eyes fixed on Zhao Shanlin's ankles.

Lin Xiu listened to these foul words and looked at these beasts.

Without another word, she thrust her gun forward sharply, her thumb twitching slightly, and clicked.

That was the sound of the insurance policy being completely pulled, which sounded particularly alarming in the deathly silent courtyard.

"Li Cuihua, Zhao Shanlin."

Lin Xiu's voice was icy cold: "My husband isn't home, but I can be the master of this house."

I'm saying it one last time, get out.

"Anyone who takes another step forward, I'll send them to see the ancestors of the Zhao family first."

She raised her hand, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly snapped upwards, pointing at the withered locust tree in the yard.

"Bang--!"

A loud bang.

The remaining snow on the locust tree was shaken off and fell in a flurry, startling the boys so much that they landed on their bottoms in the mud.

Li Cuihua screamed in shock at the real shot, her body, which was about to push forward, froze halfway, and her old Type 60 rifle almost fell to the ground.

Zhao Shanlin was also startled, taking two steps back, his face ashen: "You...you really dare to shoot?"

"The next shot won't be a tree anymore."

Lin Xiu remained expressionless, lowering the gun barrel again and locking it firmly against Zhao Shanlin's chest.