Just a moment ago, as lifeless as a dead dog, Wang Laohu suddenly perked up, which caught Zhang Xiaomeng off guard.
The next second, he saw Wang Laohu raise a hunting rifle and aim it straight at him.
"Bro Xiaomeng, be careful!"
Seeing this, Wang Xing's face drastically changed, and he shouted out a warning.
"It's fine, don't worry about me."
Zhang Xiaomeng, who was being pointed at with the barrel of the gun, remained indifferent.
His calm demeanor left Wang Laohu dumbfounded, and then he said angrily,
"Zhang, are you fucking crazy? I told you to kneel down, or I'll blow your brains out!"
However, Zhang Xiaomeng, upon hearing this, still had a calm and serene look. He gazed steadily at Wang Laohu and said,
"Wang Laohu, if you have the guts, shoot. Come on, aim here."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaomeng even poked at his own chest with his finger.
Hearing this, Wang Laohu was completely dumbfounded.
He was stunned for a few seconds, his gaze shifted to Wang Xing and the others, and that's when he realized the situation.
If he really fired the gun, Wang Xing and the others would definitely flee down the mountain, and even if Zhang Xiaomeng died, Wang Laohu himself wouldn't face anything good afterward.
Zhang Xiaomeng was so composed because he had seen through this.
But at this moment, did he have any way out?
A gun has been drawn, now to talk about making peace?
His eyes rapidly shifting, Wang Laohu's expression was incredibly volatile, unsure of what to do.
"Shoot then, fire the gun."
Zhang Xiaomeng looked contemptuous, and Wang Laohu's hand that was holding the hunting rifle shook, but he dared not pull the trigger.
"You fucker, shoot!"
Zhang Xiaomeng yelled, his voice as powerful as thunder.
Wang Laohu only felt a tremor in his heart; the next second, his vision blurred.
Before he could react, Zhang Xiaomeng had moved like a Ghostly Wraith to his side.
Smack!
Hands like iron clamps immediately grabbed Wang Laohu's arm and then violently exerted force.
Crack!
A crisp bone-snapping sound reached everyone's ears.
"Ah!"
Wang Laohu screamed in agony; his arm had been completely broken by Zhang Xiaomeng.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, I give up, I give up! This back mountain is yours, I won't come to make trouble again!"
Lying on the ground, Wang Laohu rolled around in pain, his voice wailing and begging.
However, Zhang Xiaomeng just sneered in response. He bent down to pick up the hunting rifle from the ground and aimed it directly at Wang Laohu.
Bang!
Trigger pulled, a cloud of gun smoke filled the air, and the rampant steel pellets shattered Wang Laohu's thigh.
"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching scream once again rose up, its agonizing sound causing everyone's skin to crawl.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, have you gone mad? In front of all these witnesses, you dare to shoot me! Aren't you afraid of going to jail!"
Wang Laohu clutched his bloody thigh, writhing in pain on the ground.
"Heh."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng simply laughed and said indifferently,
"If you want to call the police, go ahead and do it now. If I go to jail, you won't escape the crime of illegal gun possession, either."
With just one sentence, Wang Laohu's face twitched.
Indeed, his own gun had shot himself. How the hell would he report this?
I can only swallow this dumb loss myself!
"Zhang Xiaomeng, you're ruthless. We'll meet again!"
Clenching his teeth with hatred, Wang Laohu muttered a sentence as his men propped him up, leaving the mountain in a considerably sorry state.
It wasn't until Wang Laohu and his people were out of sight that Wang Xing and his buddies suddenly snapped back to reality.
They looked at Zhang Xiaomeng in utter shock, with their mouths agape.
"Xiaomeng bro, how do I feel like you've become a completely different person? Just now, you were too fierce."
"Yeah, Xiaomeng bro, I'm impressed. Can I hang with you from now on?"
"Right, Xiaomeng bro, let us be your little brothers."
Everyone wore a look of pure admiration, gazing at Zhang Xiaomeng as if he were a stranger.
Zhang Xiaomeng smiled and said,
"Cut it out with the flattery. We are all friends, let's support each other from now on. Thank you all for coming here to help me today. Much appreciated."
With that, Zhang Xiaomeng gave a fist and palm salute to Wang Xing and the others.
After a brief chat, everyone waved goodbye to Zhang Xiaomeng and headed down the mountain.
Sitting alone in the prefab house, Zhang Xiaomeng savored the faint scent of herbs in the air and the rich spiritual essence, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Having taken over the back mountain, he would have an endless stream of wealth and a great place to cultivate.
Two birds with one stone; he'd truly made a killing today.
However, he was also aware that the wounded Wang Laohu who had left might not let things go so easily.
But such a small-time thug wasn't a concern for Zhang Xiaomeng.
Thump thump thump!
Thump thump thump!
Just then, the knocking on the door suddenly rang out.
Zhang Xiaomeng was surprised, and then, bang, the simple door was kicked right open.
A tall, fair-skinned woman with big sunglasses walked in with long strides.
"Who are you?"
The woman was at least 175 cm tall. Zhang Xiaomeng looked at her legs and couldn't help but be slightly dazed.
"Are you Zhang Xiaomeng?"
The woman's voice was cold as she asked, and because the sunglasses were so big and her face was small, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't make out her features.
"That's right. Who are you? What do you want?"
Zhang Xiaomeng stood up and asked, sensing the hostility from the woman.
"My name is Murong Yu, from the Murong Family of Yang County."
Murong Yu spoke in a clear, cold voice, approaching Zhang Xiaomeng as she talked.
"What do you want?"
Zhang Xiaomeng asked again.
"A little private matter, come closer and I'll tell you,"
Murong Yu said with a meaningful smile on her lips.
Zhang Xiaomeng didn't know what trick she was up to, but still instinctively leaned in closer to her.
The next second, Murong Yu's expression suddenly changed, and with a fierce lift of her leg, she kicked toward the space between Zhang Xiaomeng's legs.
"Oh no!"
Zhang Xiaomeng's face turned pale with fright at that kick.
If it had hit, he thought he might become useless once again.
He quickly clamped his legs together, trapping Murong Yu's foot between them.
"You wretched woman, what on earth do you want?"
Zhang Xiaomeng asked in a cold tone.
"What else but to beat you up!"