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

Scarface Liu's old face, streaked with tears, looked as if it had been pierced by thousands of invisible steel needles, and he froze completely in the wind and snow.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down like a rusty gear, but he couldn't squeeze out even a single syllable of pleading.

I heard that.

I heard everything.

This living Yama was sitting outside just now, and he heard every single word that Yama uttered through gritted teeth in the earthen cave.

The pretense of "being forced into a corner" and "being a kind and compassionate father" used to save one's life seems like an extremely ridiculous joke in the face of this statement.

Scarface Liu's tear-streaked old face instantly turned a ghastly blue.

He gasped for breath, a sharp, icy breath escaping his lips. His one eye was filled with terror as he frantically waved his remaining hand.

"Master Zhao! It's a misunderstanding! This is absolutely a misunderstanding!"

Scarface Liu stammered, desperately trying to justify himself: "I was just making things up because that old bastard Han Laowai was talking nonsense! I was being pinned down by him, so I could only go along with him to keep him calm!"

He kowtowed and howled, his voice shrill like a rooster being strangled: "Even if I had ten lives, I wouldn't dare lay a finger on you! Master Zhao, I had a foul mouth, I deserve to die, just pretend I let out a fart..."

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were as cold as ice.

He couldn't be bothered to listen to this pointless nonsense and simply turned his Type 56 rifle upside down.

The next second, the heavy wooden gunstock slammed into Scarface Liu's cheek without warning, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

boom!

This blow was extremely powerful.

Scarface Liu spat out a mouthful of blood and froth mixed with broken teeth, and was thrown to the ground in the snow like a broken sack, his head buzzing.

"Master Zhao...spare me..."

Before he could even get up, Zhao Shanhe's heavy leather boots came crashing down on him.

There were no roars, no curses, only chilling sounds of blows and dull tearing of flesh.

Zhao Shanhe's movements were mechanical and precise, one foot after another, crushing his mouth full of lies.

"Stop hitting me...Master...I was wrong..."

Scarface Liu writhed in agony in the snow, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his piercing screams echoing through the desolate graveyard.

But the killing god above him didn't even falter in his breathing.

In the midst of excruciating pain, Scarface Liu's heart sank little by little into an abyss.

He understood now, he understood completely. This living devil had no intention of leaving anyone alive tonight; he was going to crush him alive in this chaotic graveyard like a bug being crushed.

"I can't die... I can't die here..."

Scarface Liu rolled on the ground in pain, muttering incoherently, the ruthlessness of a lowly thug forced out from the depths of his eyes.

Since kneeling and kowtowing won't save my life, I have to try another method.

He huddled in the snow pit, and in the brief moment of rolling around, his intact right hand quietly reached for the leg of his thick cotton trousers.

There, a short, sharp knife, usually used for skinning and deboning, was tied with a rubber band.

"Master Zhao... I kowtow to you, I truly know I was wrong..."

Scarface Liu deliberately softened his body, making a pitiful appearance as if he was about to be beaten to death and resigned to his fate.

Taking advantage of the moment Zhao Shanhe pulled his foot back, he sprang up from the snow like a venomous snake striking suddenly.

Fuck you!

A flash of cold light.

The boning knife, imbued with the ruthlessness of a low-level thug, stabbed straight at Zhao Shanhe's abdomen.

This stab was both vicious and cunning; Scarface Liu had even imagined the feeling of the blade piercing Zhao Shanhe's intestines.

But he was facing top hunters who fought bears in the deep mountains and forests.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even blink. His left arm pressed down like an iron gate, precisely blocking Scarface Liu's wrist. Then, his right hand slashed down with a sharp chop.

A crisp snapping sound.

Scarface Liu's wrist was bent at an extremely strange angle, and the boning knife fell to the hard frozen ground with a "clang".

"ah--"

Before the scream could even fully escape his throat, Zhao Shanhe had already grabbed his collar with one hand, lifted him up like a chick, and slammed his right knee into his chest.

Scarface Liu's eyes suddenly bulged out, his sternum collapsed instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, collapsing like a puddle of mud.

Zhao Shanhe casually threw him to the ground, pressed one foot firmly against his chest, gripped the barrel of the Type 56 rifle with both hands, raised the heavy wooden stock high, and aimed it at Scarface Liu's forehead.

There was no warmth in those eyes, as if they were about to crush a piece of rotten wood.

Scarface Liu was utterly desperate, and could only watch helplessly as the gun butt rapidly enlarged in his line of sight.

At this critical moment.

On the forest path outside the mass grave, several blinding flashlight beams suddenly pierced the snowy night, accompanied by hurried, chaotic footsteps. A few sharp shouts abruptly tore through the air.

"Don't move! Police!"

"Put your guns down! Hands up!"

Zhao Shanhe's movements were abruptly suspended in mid-air.

The solid wood gunstock was less than two inches away from Scarface Liu's forehead. The force of the wind it generated even blew the loose hair on Scarface Liu's forehead.

Scarface Liu stared intently at the piece of wood so close to him, his blood practically freezing.

Only when those powerful shouts rang in his ears did he suddenly surface like someone who had been underwater for three days and three nights, letting out an extremely shrill scream.

"Officer! Help! Help me!"

Scarface Liu seemed to have been given a shot of adrenaline, and from who knows where, a surge of evil power arose within him. He scrambled and crawled toward the direction of the powerful flashlight.

He dragged his broken leg forward through the snow, spitting out blood and foam, and howling with all his might:

"Help! I happened to be passing by in the middle of the night and witnessed him committing murder! He killed the person in the cave, and now he's trying to kill me to silence me! Police officers, shoot him! My son is Liu Cheng from the county criminal investigation team, I'm a good person!"

"Don't move! Put the gun down! Hands behind your head! Now!"

The tall policeman leading the group shouted sternly, the dark muzzle of his Type 54 pistol fixed firmly on Zhao Shanhe.

Four or five police officers quickly surrounded the area in a fan shape, all with their fingers on the triggers, creating an extremely tense atmosphere.

Zhao Shanhe made no unnecessary movements.

He decisively released his grip, and the blood-stained Type 56 semi-automatic rifle fell with a thud into the snowdrift at his feet.

Then, he slowly raised his hands, showing the police his unarmed palms.

"Officer, I acted in self-defense."

Zhao Shanhe's voice remained steady amidst the wind and snow, without any pretense, simply stating the facts with extreme calm: "The dead man at the tunnel entrance is Han Laowai, a murder fugitive wanted by the county bureau. And this man on the ground, surnamed Liu, is in cahoots with Han Laowai; they hired someone to murder my entire family!"

"Bullshit! You're talking nonsense!"

Scarface Liu clung tightly to the leg of the leading policeman, crying his heart out: "Comrade! Comrade, save me! Look at my legs, look at my arms... they're all ruined by this living devil!"

He wailed as he pointed at the gold bars on the ground with his blood-stained finger, his voice shrill like a chicken whose neck had been stepped on:

"Look! Look at the gold on the ground! It's all their... they couldn't divide the loot! These two bandits started fighting like dogs! He not only killed that Han Laowai, but he's trying to kill me too! I was just passing by... I didn't see anything, and he's trying to kill me to cover it up! Get me to the hospital quickly..."

"Han Laowai?"

The police officer leading the team frowned sharply upon hearing the name.

He completely ignored Scarface Liu's flimsy "just passing by" excuse, keeping his gun pointed at Zhao Shanhe, while simultaneously tilting his head slightly towards the officer beside him:

"Xiao Li, go over and verify the body's identity! Be careful!"

The young police officer swallowed hard, gripped his flashlight, and cautiously approached the tunnel entrance.

The blinding beam of light pierced through the wind and snow, striking the corpse directly.

When Xiao Li saw the horrific scene on the ground, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He not only saw the horrifying bloody hole that had been blown open in Han Laowai's chest, but also clearly saw the hand that was tightly clutching his chest—two withered fingers had been severed by the bullet, hanging pitifully in the pool of blood, along with the white bone fragments and bits of flesh.

"hiss--"

The young officer gasped, his face turning deathly pale. He whirled around and shouted, "Captain! It's confirmed, it really is the fugitive Han Laowai! The deceased had a gun! And there's a pile of large yellow croakers on the ground!"

The atmosphere at the scene changed instantly.

The police officer in charge frowned, glancing at Zhao Shanhe, who was calmly raising his hands, and then looking down at Scarface Liu, whose face was covered in blood and who was complaining about the "unequal distribution of spoils".

Passing by a desolate graveyard in the middle of the night, could you really just happen to stumble upon a fugitive being murdered while dividing his loot? That's an insult to the intelligence of the police.

However, he did not lower his guard against Zhao Shanhe because of this.

It's true that the dead man was a wanted criminal, but the burly man in front of us, who could beat someone to a pulp with his bare hands and shoot a ruthless bandit to death, was also extremely dangerous.

"Cuff them all first!"

The police leader, in a stern voice, ordered: "Search them thoroughly! Collect all the guns and evidence on the ground, and file the gold on the spot. Call a car and take these two, alive and dead, back to the station for an overnight interrogation!"

Two police officers, handcuffed, strode forward.

Zhao Shanhe turned around without saying a word, letting the cold handcuffs click and lock his wrists.

Scarface Liu lay sprawled in the snow, panting heavily, when the police officers roughly handcuffed him with his hands behind his back.

His mind was a complete mess; the excruciating pain prevented him from even considering how ridiculous his flawed explanation was.

But he was thinking that as long as he didn't die at the hands of this living devil tonight, and could survive until dawn, he could find a chance to see his son Liu Cheng at the police station, and there was still a chance to turn things around.

Zhao Shanhe was pushed forward by the police officers.

As he passed by Scarface Liu, he didn't stop or say anything more. He just glanced coldly at the muddy mess out of the corner of his eye before walking into the snowstorm without looking back.