Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

"What's wrong with giving him eggs? Look at the beautiful necklace he gave me..."

"You think this stuff is edible or drinkable? I'm just kidding, you silly girl!"

"I'd love to! Just looking at it makes me feel neither thirsty nor hungry!"

While Xiaohua was arguing with her father about why she couldn't give away the eggs from her chickens, she suddenly heard a cracking sound outside.

The girl was startled and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Dad didn't care about the eggs anymore; he pulled her into his arms and shielded her behind him.

"Damn it, who buried detonators on the road?"

The old man grumbled and cursed, unable to hide his worry.

Such incidents are not uncommon. They usually involve villages near national or provincial highways committing collective violence, then robbing and dividing the goods... Ironically, these robbers who only want the goods and don't kill are considered kind and honest people in the highway bully circle.

Some people in Laoxia Village had wanted to do this lucrative business, but the old man's father—the old village chief—forbade it.

The old man's firm refusal wasn't for any lofty reason; it was mainly because he had done something similar with other villagers when he was young and had been sentenced to six years in prison.

The young men of Laoxia Village all grew up listening to the old village chief's version of "Prison Break," and were quite afraid of that place. After being reminded by ear-pulling for many years, they dared not make any mistakes.

Xiaohua didn't recall much of what happened; she suddenly came to her senses: "What did you say? The car exploded?"

The old man nodded subconsciously.

He was still immersed in the grief of remembering his father when suddenly—his biological father had passed away, and his living father rushed out.

"Hey, grandma, are you looking for death?!"

"Wife, quickly call the villagers! Something has happened outside!"

The old man suddenly came to his senses and chased after them while shouting for help.

As the primary listener of prison gossip, even though he had never been to jail, no one understood the intricacies of the situation better than his father.

Is it scary if a thunderbolt suddenly explodes on a national or provincial highway?

It's scary, but limited.

After all, most people can only assemble homemade detonators, which have limited destructive power. It's possible to overturn a fully loaded truck, but not very likely.

What's truly terrifying are the swarms of people who follow.

Humans are more lovable than anything else, and more terrifying than anything else.

But this time it was very different from the usual robberies.

The explosion was so loud it sounded like a mountain was about to be blown up. The smooth, ribbon-like road surface was violently torn apart, and the truck was overturned and lay on the ground without any dignity.

However, the people who should have followed suit to grab the goods did not appear.

It's as if all this commotion was just for the purpose of blowing up a car.

"Akiko! Akiko!"

Amidst the dust and firelight, Xiaohua stepped on a cracked boiled egg.

They had long since broken their shells, pinned to the ground, covered in a layer of dust; if they weren't still soft, they would be no different from stones.

The lead vehicle, which had overturned, caught fire. Fortunately, they had just started moving and were not going fast, and the vehicles were far apart, so the other three vehicles braked in time and were not damaged.

The people who were unharmed in the car behind rushed over; some put out the fire, while others climbed into the driver's seat of the second car and pulled people out.

Two sharp-eyed men rushed into the ditch that had been blasted out and pulled a person out of the ashes.

He lay on the ground, his body and face covered in scratches and dirt, eyes glazed over, blood gushing from his mouth.

Just now, a violent explosion shattered the glass, and he was grabbed by the back of his collar and thrown out of the car by the people next to him.

As he was still tumbling in the air, he saw the flames engulf the crooked front of the car.

"Akiko! Akiko!"

He could vaguely hear Xiaohua's desperate cries.

"Tiger, Brother Tiger..."

Mingzi only had the strength to move his eyes. He stared at the bright red car, not understanding why the accident had happened in Laoxia Village, nor why... Brother Hu saved him.

"Brother Tiger! Brother Tiger!"

The others shouted at the top of their lungs, but those blocked by the flames did not respond.

"Hold!"

Someone cursed, and without even bothering to fetch water from the village, used their fleshy hands to reach into the flames and grab the red-hot, deformed car door.

"what--"

His cries of pain were piercing, but he didn't pull his hand back, desperately pulling the car door open as if he didn't feel any pain.

The others who were nearby were stunned for a moment. Immediately, some took off their military overcoats to extinguish the flames, and some even tried to climb into the car to rescue people.

My father stumbled over and was stunned by the scene before him.

"They've all gone mad! They're insane! They're risking their lives!"

He waved and shouted at them, "Don't crowd around! The fuel tank is leaking, it's going to explode!"

He didn't care about anyone else; he found his daughter precisely, and without saying a word, he picked her up and ran back.

Little Flower patted her father's back, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Fire! Fire! Put out the fire!"

"Get lost! You're my only son, it's not your place to save people! Giving a few eggs is one thing, but you want to risk your life for a man?"

No one knows how he could run so fast, even past his own house without stopping.

Over there, a few burly young men finally managed to get Zhang Erhu out.

The eldest brother saved his younger brother with his own life, and the younger brothers also risked their lives to pull their eldest brother out of a deadly situation.

Zhang Erhu looked miserable. Not to mention the bruises and cuts, his hair had been singed to ashes, and his neck and half of his face were covered in blood blisters. When he was dragged out, flames were still rising from his arms.

The people who rescued him weren't in much better shape; their hands were burned, and some even had their eyebrows burned off.

Someone extinguished the flames on Zhang Erhu's body, and upon inspection, his entire left arm was covered in blood, and a piece of flesh would tear off at the slightest touch.

"Quick! Drive the car behind away, and get Tiger and Mingzi out of here!"

"It's going to explode!"

It's quite remarkable that someone can still calmly give orders at this moment.

Zhang Erhu had already fainted, completely unconscious as people moved him around. He no longer had the strength to slap anyone or yell, "You've ruined my reputation!"

……

Lin received the news half an hour later.

The truck didn't explode; the young men from Laoxia Village put out the fire.

No one came to finish them off, and the other party only left a mess. It seemed to be just a coincidence, like the "coincidences" that happen in various places every day.

"That couldn't possibly be some homemade landmine; it's a professional tool used for blasting mountains during mining! It blew up an entire road!"

On the phone, Yang Meiyun's voice sounded both excited and exhausted.

Lin Ting gripped the mobile phone tightly, her heart heavy with emotion.

“Listen, Erhu has been with me for twenty years. Just a few hours ago, he called me to tell me that Mingzi has a girlfriend and is getting married... I even said I would give him a red envelope…”

"This matter needs to be addressed, do you understand?"

Yang Meiyun's voice was slightly choked with emotion, a sadness she had never shown even when she was living in Hong Kong.

Lin Ting clenched her fists, her voice hoarse: "I understand, sister, I understand."

Her fingernails dug into her palm, but she didn't feel any pain.

She knew that this wasn't because Yang Meiyun lacked prestige, nor because Zhang Erhu had offended anyone; it was aimed at her.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to remain calm and said, "I'll have someone bring Tiger and the others to the Beijing hospital first... save them first, I'll handle the rest."

Yang Meiyun, unusually pressing, asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Revenge must be taken, and blood must be used to pay for blood debts."