The old man finally let out a sigh of relief. Before these people, he had been nodding and bowing for months, pretending, and now he could finally act like a decent person.
"These people can’t stay. If the three of us eat this food, we can probably make it to spring, but if we add these people in, I’m afraid it won’t last."
As soon as the old man said this, all eight people on the ground were glaring at him, their eyes filled with shock.
This old man is ruthless and cruel; he’s opening his mouth to wipe them out.
And it’s clear that the old man is in cahoots with these two people. If only they knew.
How could they treat the old man like a servant? It’s like they were asking for trouble.
Hu Zi glared hard at Ma Laosan, blaming him for everything. He was the bastard who insisted that no one would care if a beggar like this went missing when they saw him on the road.
Now look at the trouble he’s brought back; it’s like they’ve invited a god of death.
And for months, they’ve been ordering him around, hitting and scolding him all the ti.
Just for that, the old man wouldn’t hold a grudge?
Now look at the situation: he’s planning to wipe them all out in one go, even more ruthless than they are.
Ma Laosan trembled.
Thinking back, it was he who brought the old man here, and he hadn’t missed a chance to hit and scold him.
This was a move for revenge, wasn’t it?
The others quickly begged for rcy.
"Old man, old man, we were wrong, we were wrong. We won’t eat the food; we’ll go hunting ourselves. We can be useful; we can hunt, gather wood, work, we can do anything without consuming food. Really, we’re easy to keep."
"Yes, we can do anything."
The old man was puzzled.
Why did it feel like these people in front of him were trembling with fear? He hadn’t really said anything. Indeed, they didn’t have enough food. Feeding these eight people ant they needed to constantly guard against these scoundrels.
It’s better to drive them out and leave their survival to fate; they couldn’t kill people anyway.
As long as they confiscated their weapons, these people couldn’t do anything.
These people should be happy to hear this, then why did they all look like they were begging to be kept?
This world confused him; were these villains all cowards?
They bully the weak and fear the strong.
Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head, "I think we should just bury them."
The eight people on the ground shivered together.
Ruthless!
Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.
How could this woman consider burying them alive?
Burying them in the snow in this icy world, leaving them to fend for themselves, that’s killing without spilling blood!
Song Moting looked at the sins these people had committed. They hadn’t even finished dealing with the wildlife they’d captured. These people’s actions were truly heartless.
Though they could hunt, they couldn’t just kill every animal they saw.
They’ve wiped out entire families!
Not only was this house full of ga, but the other house was also packed. Relying on just the three of them, how could they possibly handle all this ga, especially since Zhang Baocheng was gone?
Jiang Xiaoxiao was being protected in the old man’s house, so how could she possibly handle it alone?
With so many things, how could they possibly manage it all?
These people were afraid of the cold, and the house was kept warm with a big fire.
The whole house was warm and cozy.
Now the ga in the house is starting to stink a bit, and it’s been a while after all.
If they don’t bury it, the sll in here is unbearable.
How can these people sleep in this room? Can’t they sll it at all?
Honestly, he knew how much his wife loved cleanliness.
"Hmm! It’s better to bury them, less trouble!"
Song Moting agreed.
The eight people pleaded with mournful faces.
"Big brother, have rcy!"
With a bang.
The door was suddenly pushed open from outside, and Song Moting quickly scooped up a gun from the ground and aid it at the doorway.
He imdiately shielded Jiang Xiaoxiao.
The old man quickly pulled Jiang Xiaoxiao behind him, also grabbing a gun with one hand.
Song Moting was a bit discontent with his own negligence; how could he not have paid attention to his surroundings?
Where was his vigilance?
Did it go to the dogs?
Primarily, the heavy snow had closed the mountain, so they assud no one else would co.
Who would have thought soone would appear?
"Old Song, is that you?"
One sentence shattered Song Moting’s guard, and Jiang Xiaoxiao peeked out from behind him in astonishnt.
She saw He Aiguo, eyes filled with tears, and the dozen n behind him.
The people looked at the situation in the house and exchanged glances.
"Brother He?"
Who would have thought they’d see He Aiguo here? And all these twenty people were familiar faces.
Besides their fellow educated youths, there were also workers from the logging site, all old acquaintances.
Seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao put He Aiguo’s heart at ease.
They never expected things to go so smoothly, walking all the way here to this place with so distance from the bus stop. They saw the small cabin and thought of taking a break.
Then they planned to continue walking.
Who would have thought that opening the door to the cabin, they’d see the people they wanted to see?
But seeing the eight people on the ground, their eyes filled with tears as if they had t their saviors from heaven.
He Aiguo wondered if he had misunderstood sothing.
What happened to make Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao scare these people like this?
"What’s all this?"
He Aiguo felt the atmosphere was a bit eerie.
Sothing seed off.
"Help! Save us, we are poachers, take us to the police station! We’ll turn ourselves in."
"Yes, we’ll surrender!"
"Arrest us!"
Hu Zi and the people shouted anxiously.
They didn’t think that even surrendering ant death.
Others looked at the situation in the house and imdiately understood.
In their hearts, they couldn’t help but sweat for Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao.
These groups of poachers, once caught, would face the death penalty.
In desperate attempts to escape, they were extrely ruthless.
That Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao could bring this group of people to justice, eight people with eight guns, was a miracle!
One couldn’t help but admire Song Moting.
"Alright, alright, let’s not waste ti, fortunately, we have many people. Let’s escort these eight people, carry the eight guns, and the ga in the house; we probably can’t take it all. We need to hurry and leave, or another snowstorm might trap us here. If we can leave now, we should go quickly."
The old man quickly said.
The day clearly looked bad; if they didn’t leave quickly, with another heavy snow tomorrow, they might be trapped.
They couldn’t wait until spring to go down the mountain, could they?
Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, "No need to rush. You can rest for two or three hours. Take a quick break, I’ll make so food for you. Eat well, pack up the food, and we’ll leave together."
She could see that He Aiguo and his people were exhausted.
They must have walked a long distance, knowing they’d have to detour to the bottom of the cliff from the logging site, taking at least a day, which ant a lot of back-and-forth walking.
They couldn’t just let them rush like this in a panic.
He Aiguo and others nodded, exhausted, needing to rest. Without rest, they’d really be in trouble.
Reviews
All reviews (0)