Chapter 217 A Matter of Life and Death

She never imagined that the man she had called "brother" for sixteen years could tie her to a car without batting an eye.

Lu Zhonghe wiped the drool off his face.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

Lu Xiuye's hands were tied, rendering her unable to move, but her mind was not confused.

She glanced around out of the corner of her eye and quickly judged the distance and angle.

Just as Lu Zhonghe lunged at her, she suddenly flipped over, using the momentum to roll half a circle to the side.

The rough ground chafed her shoulders and arms, causing a burning pain.

But she dodged the punch.

Lu Zhonghe had used up all his strength and missed completely, his fist slamming into the empty ground.

He lost his balance, his center of gravity shifted, and he fell face-first to the ground, taking a mouthful of dirt.

His mouth was covered in grayish-yellow dust, mixed with saliva and blood.

Zhang Qiang and Zhang Lin laughed so hard they were doubled over, clutching their stomachs.

"Hahaha! Brother Lu, you can't even hit a woman, what are you bragging about!"

Lu Shuixian quickly went to help him up, bending down and reaching out to pull him up.

She knew Lu Zhonghe had a bad temper and was afraid of saying the wrong thing and angering him.

When Lu Xiuye ​​looked up, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Standing next to the thick old locust tree behind Zhang Qiang was his mother!

That familiar figure, wearing a faded blue cloth shirt, clutching a carrying pole in his hand.

Her steps were extremely light, and her eyes were fixed on the people in the room.

Meanwhile, on Zhang Lin's side, there was a strange man standing in the shadow of a pile of firewood.

He was tall and wore a worn-out military green jacket, and he was also holding a gleaming knife in his hand.

Her heart was pounding.

But he quickly calmed down.

Those two men had knives, so his mother and the man couldn't force themselves on her.

Fighting head-on will only lead to certain death.

Someone needs to distract them.

She had to do something to break the deadlock.

She started cursing as soon as she opened her mouth, raising her voice very high.

"Lu Zhonghe! What kind of older brother are you? You're a beast!"

"You've betrayed your parents! You'd even sell your own sister for a worthless wife! How could you face your parents like that?!"

"Lu Shuixian! You're a piece of trash too! You're always gossiping and spreading rumors in the village. Everyone knows you're more venomous than a snake!"

"Was your mother born in some stray dog ​​den? How could she give birth to such a cancerous growth! Your words are like knives, your walk is chilling, and you bite anyone you see!"

"You two deserve to die! You both deserve to go to hell! God is blind to let you live and wreak havoc on the world!"

Lu Zhonghe had just fallen, his knees stinging from hitting the ground, covered in dust, and he was seething with anger.

Upon hearing this, his chest suddenly clenched, and he didn't even bother to brush off the dust.

He flung Lu Shuixian, who was still pulling at him, his fist raised high, and let out a low growl.

Lu Shuixian's face turned pale and then red as she was scolded.

She screamed, her hair flying wildly, waving her arms, and pounced on him barefoot.

The two men charged over menacingly, their killing intent palpable.

This terrified Zhang Qiang and Zhang Lin, who were squatting to the side eating sunflower seeds.

"Don't hit me! I won't pay for anything if you break it! If someone dies, no one can cover it up!"

Zhang Lin cursed, his voice trembling.

Just as he was about to lunge forward, he suddenly felt a weight on the back of his head.

His vision suddenly went black, and he only managed to utter a "uh" sound.

He then lay flat on the ground, motionless.

Behind him stood a tall, aloof man, holding a shiny black wooden stick in his hand.

It was Song Wenhua.

Song Wenhua didn't even glance at Zhang Lin, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

He snorted coldly, turned his head, and strode towards Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang reacted extremely quickly, before Shen Cuifen could even make a move.

The gleaming sickle behind him was drawn with a "whoosh".

This Song Wenhua is definitely not one of those hooligans in the village who only know how to talk big.

He's much more troublesome than Zhang Lin, who's already fallen.

Shen Cuifen also picked up the kitchen knife she had brought from the kitchen.

She rushed out and stood to Zhang Qiang's right.

They formed a pincer movement against him, one on the left and one on the right, firmly holding their formation.

"Chen Cuifen!"

"Chen Cuifen!"

Lu Shuixian and Lu Zhonghe shouted out almost simultaneously.

Their faces were deathly pale, and their pupils contracted sharply.

No one expected things to develop so quickly.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Shen Guizhen crawled to Lu Xiuye's side using both hands and feet.

"Takae! How are you? Wake up! Please don't let anything happen to you!"

Tears streamed down her face, and her voice choked with sobs.

Lu Xiuye ​​quickly shook her head and struggled to sit up.

"Sister, I'm fine! I just bumped into something, it's nothing! Don't cry, hold the machete tight, be careful they don't pounce on us again!"

Shen Guizhen wiped her face.

She gritted her teeth, nodded forcefully, grabbed the wood-chopping knife that had fallen to the ground, pointed the blade forward, turned around and stood up straight, staring intently at Lu Zhonghe and Lu Shuixian.

When Lu Zhonghe saw her like this, his heart skipped a beat.

Lu Shuixian looked down and saw Zhang Lin lying motionless on the ground. Suddenly realizing something was wrong, she screamed shrilly.

"Murder! Murder! Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed! Help!"

Zhang Qiang glared and roared, "Say one more word and I'll strangle you right now! You believe me?"

Lu Shuixian immediately covered her mouth as if she had been choked.

She just wanted to earn some money from matchmaking.

Who would have thought it would actually lead to a murder case?

Lu Zhonghe was also dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Zhang Lin, who lay unconscious on the ground, cold sweat instantly seeping from his forehead.

After cursing Lu Shuixian, Zhang Qiang turned his head and stared intently at Song Wenhua and Shen Cuifen.

The air seemed to freeze.

Song Wenhua squinted, carefully observing Zhang Qiang's posture.

Stand with your feet apart, lower your center of gravity, and hold the sickle at an extremely precise angle.

He is clearly a seasoned veteran who has undergone extensive training.

Zhang Qiang also noticed something amiss.

Song Wenhua walked steadily, his expression was calm, and he held the wooden stick in his hand very firmly. He was obviously not an ordinary thug, and he probably had a powerful background.

The three of them stood facing each other like that.

There was also an unconscious person lying on the ground.

Zhang Qiang quickly calculated the situation in his mind.

The two opponents are well-coordinated, and the terrain is unfavorable. A direct confrontation would definitely result in a loss, and someone might actually die today.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

But in this situation, it's a matter of life and death, with no way out.

He immediately set his sights on Shen Cuifen.

Women are easy targets.

In chaos, men are always more easily angered and less likely to control the situation than women.

Women, on the other hand, are easily flustered if they are even slightly intimidated.

Although Shen Cuifen had a cold expression, she held a kitchen knife in her hand.

But in his view, she was ultimately just a woman, with limited strength and perhaps not really that brave.

If we can strike first and suppress her momentum, victory is within reach.

"What are you two standing there for! Come and help us! If we get caught today, we'll all go to jail!"

He knew that time was of the essence.

The police might arrive at any moment; if we don't act immediately, no one will escape.

He roared at Lu Zhonghe and Lu Shuixian, who were stunned.

The two men had been standing there, their faces pale and their eyes unfocused.

This roar finally awakened his instinctive will to survive.

The two then came to their senses and rushed over, their hands and feet trembling, to surround Shen Cuifen and Song Wenhua.