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

Before Ma Dazui could even wipe the smile off his face, he suddenly felt his collar tighten.

Zhao Shanhe stepped forward, grabbed Ma Dazui by the collar, and lifted him up from the snow.

"They're banging drums and gongs, carrying people to block my door."

"Do you think I, Zhao Shanhe, am made of clay?"

Ma Dazui was lifted so high that his feet barely touched the ground. His face turned bright red, his hands flailing wildly, and only intermittent gasps for breath escaped his throat.

"I...I'm not..."

"no?"

The fire in Zhao Shanhe's eyes burned brighter and brighter. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face again!

"Snapped!"

Ma Dazui's face swelled up on the spot, his head tilted sharply to the side, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The dozen or so members of the Lai family at the door finally came to their senses, and their expressions all changed.

"Big sister!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Let go!"

As soon as the group behind him rushed forward, Zhao Shanhe suddenly turned around, his eyes as fierce as a wolf pouncing on its prey in the mountains.

"Come."

Just one word.

That suppressed resentment finally erupted at this moment.

The two men from the Lai family who were rushing forward paused for a moment.

Even after that brief pause, the dark-faced man gritted his teeth and pushed forward, snarling:

"Do you really think we are—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe had already made his move.

He shoved Ma Dazui aside and lunged forward, his shoulders slumping, like a wild bull crashing through the snow, he crashed headfirst into the dark-faced man's arms!

"Bang!"

Before the man could even react, it felt as if a wooden stake had pierced his chest, and he was lifted off the ground, staggering backward.

Before he could even regain his balance, Zhao Shanhe grabbed his cotton-padded coat collar with his left hand and swung his right fist down in a wide arc!

"Thump!"

The punch landed squarely on his face.

The dark-faced man's nose collapsed halfway down on the spot, blood spurted out, his head tilted back, and he was completely stunned.

Zhao Shanhe didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He grabbed his collar and pulled him down, then slammed his knee upwards!

"Awooo—!"

The man's eyes bulged out instantly, his mouth opened wide, his screams became distorted, and he hunched over like a boiled shrimp.

Zhao Shanhe then threw the person into the snow.

"thump!"

The dark-faced man's head slammed into the snow, his limbs twitched, and before he could struggle to get up, a large foot stomped heavily on the cotton collar next to his neck.

Zhao Shanhe looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any human warmth.

"stand up."

The dark-faced man's face was covered in blood, and he was making hoarse breathing sounds. He was flailing his arms and legs, and it was difficult for him to even lift his head, let alone get up.

All of this happened too fast.

When they got close to the door, the Lai family members were still completely bewildered.

By the time they could see clearly, the dark-faced man had already been knocked down in the snow, barely able to breathe.

"Damn it! Attack together!"

Someone behind them, with red eyes, shouted.

At this point, the remaining Lai family men went all out and charged forward with a roar!

Some swung their fists, some grabbed the wooden bar by the door, and a tall, thin man grabbed the wooden mallet used for gong-banging and smashed it against the back of Zhao Shanhe's head!

But Zhao Shanhe didn't even turn his head.

Just before the mallet fell, he suddenly turned to the side, his shoulder dodging the blow. The mallet missed his ear and struck the wooden post by the courtyard gate with a dull thud.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed the tall, thin man's wrist with his backhand and twisted it downwards!

"Crack!"

Whether it was a wrist or a finger, there was a sharp crack, and the tall, thin man instantly turned pale with pain, the mallet slipped from his hand, and he let out a pig-like scream:

"Ah—my hand! My hand!"

Zhao Shanhe raised his foot and kicked.

"Bang!"

The tall, thin man flew sideways and crashed into the wheels of the flatbed cart, causing it to tilt. Zhao Shanlin, who was on the cart, turned pale with fright and cowered, not daring to breathe.

On the other side, a burly man rushed forward, swinging his arms to grab Zhao Shanhe's waist.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even dodge; he swung his elbow back hard!

"Thump!"

Right next to the man's temple.

The burly man's vision went black, his legs went weak, and his body swayed.

Zhao Shanhe turned around and slapped him again, the slap was loud and hard!

"Snapped!"

The slap sent the burly man spinning halfway around, his teeth flying out with a mixture of blood and saliva. He collapsed to his knees in the snow, clutching his face and groaning.

There was also a younger guy who was rushing forward, but halfway there, he saw three people fall down in just two moves. His legs went weak on the spot, and he stopped abruptly, his face turning pale with fright.

Zhao Shanhe, however, had already set his sights on him.

The young man swallowed hard and turned to run away.

"run?"

Zhao Shanhe caught up with him in one step, grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him backward!

The young man was lifted out of the snow like a chick, kicking wildly. The next second, Zhao Shanhe grabbed his head and slammed him heavily to the ground!

"Bang!"

The snow-covered ground trembled.

The young man didn't utter a sound, burying his face in the snow and not getting up for a long time.

The entrance was eerily quiet.

The snow was littered with dead bodies. The Lai family members who had been yelling and cursing just moments before were now cowering, as if someone had grabbed their necks, and dared not even breathe loudly.

Zhao Shanhe stood in the middle of the snow, his chest heaving, blood dripping from the back of his hand between his fingers and into the snow, a glaring red.

He didn't move.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the Lai family men on the ground, then down to the women huddled together behind them, and finally settling on Ma Dazui's pale face.

That gaze wasn't intense.

But those he swept around shrank back more and more.

The men who had been charging forward with bloodshot eyes just moments before were now either bowing their heads or moving back, not daring to even glance at him.

The women from the Lai family huddled together, their faces as white as paper, tears streaming down their faces, yet they dared not utter a sound.

The old woman banging the gong trembled, and the broken gong fell into the snow with a "clang," startling her so much that she herself shuddered.

As for Li Cuihua, she lay motionless in the snow, half of her face swollen and blood still dripping from the corner of her mouth. She had truly been knocked unconscious by that slap.

Zhao Shanhe glanced at her, his voice deep: "Drag her away."

Ma Dazui trembled, clutching the few ten-yuan bills, and hurriedly nodded, "Drag...drag them away! Quickly, drag them away!"

The two women behind her rushed over in a panic, one grabbing her arm and the other her leg, frantically dragging Li Cuihua out.

A long trail was left in the snow. But Li Cuihua didn't make a sound at all.

The men from the Lai family who had been beaten on the ground were also helped up by others.

Some people covered their faces, some bent over, and some gasped for breath from the pain in their wrists, but none of them dared to utter another word.

Zhao Shanhe looked at them, his voice not loud, but as cold as ice: "Listen carefully."

"This is the first time it's happened today."

"And this is the last time."

Zhao Shanhe raised his eyelids and slowly swept his gaze over: "There will be a next time."

"If you dare to carry the injured, tear at people, cry, and bang on a gong to my doorstep and cause trouble again—"

He paused, then his voice became even deeper.

"I didn't just tell you to get out."

As soon as those words were spoken, the faces of the group of people at the door lost another layer of color.

Ma Dazui swallowed hard, then nodded frantically, like pounding garlic: "I wouldn't dare... Director Zhao, I wouldn't dare..."

The men from the Lai family behind them also lowered their heads, none of them daring to raise their faces.

Two of them even nodded unconsciously, looking like a flock of quails whose bones had been broken.

Zhao Shanhe stared at them and added, "If you understand, then get lost."

"Don't make me say it a second time."

This time, no one dared to delay. People were carried, carried, and dragged, including Li Cuihua. Even the crooked flatbed cart was straightened by everyone's help.

Clutching the money, Ma Dazui stumbled backward, almost tripping over the threshold at the courtyard gate, but didn't even dare to turn his head back.

In a short while, the dozen or so members of the Lai family had all left.

Outside the gate, only a mess of footprints and drag marks remained, along with scattered bloodstains in the snow.

Zhao Shanhe stood still, his chest still heaving.

After a long while, he raised his hand to wipe the blood off the back of his hand and closed the door.