He didn't believe that his second son, who had been timid and obedient since childhood, would actually dare to fire a gun.

However, Zhang Cheng's response was to slowly raise the muzzle of his gun.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Zhang An's face, which was contorted with rage.

"you……"

Zhang An's voice stopped abruptly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Old Zhang was also stunned; he hadn't expected Zhang Cheng to actually dare to do it.

The next second.

"Bang!"

A dull, piercing gunshot shattered the silence of the snowy night.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air instantly.

"ah--!!!"

Zhang An let out a shrill scream, covered his ears, staggered backward, and collapsed onto the snow with a thud, blood flowing from between his fingers.

The bullet grazed his ear, the loud noise and impact damaging his eardrum, and the scorching blast left a scorch mark on his earlobe.

Zhang Cheng maintained his gun-raising posture, his eyes coldly fixed on the fallen Zhang An.

He deliberately missed the target with that last shot.

This damn gun's accuracy is ridiculously bad; the bullet hit the lower right even more than expected.

But it doesn't matter.

Even if that shot had actually killed Zhang An, he wouldn't care in the slightest.

Old Zhang was completely terrified. He stood there, trembling like a leaf, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.

He looked at his second son, whose eyes were cold and who seemed like a stranger, and an unprecedented fear gripped him.

"Take one more step closer, and the next shot will kill you all."

Zhang Cheng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling killing intent.

After saying that, he stopped looking at the father and son, turned around and went back into the house, slammed the door shut, and quickly bolted it from the inside.

He walked to the fire, deftly removed the scalding hot cartridge case, and then loaded another bullet.

"Click".

To deal with these so-called family members, the only way is to be more ruthless and unreasonable than them, so that they will know fear.

Kindness and tolerance will only lead to their further demands and increasingly outrageous behavior.

He had had enough of the lessons from his past life.

He scooped the remaining pork out of the pot, along with the half-pig, and took it outside.

He dug a deep pit under a snowdrift far from the doorway, carefully hid the pork, and then covered it with snow again to disguise it, ensuring it wouldn't be easily discovered.

After doing all this, he went back inside and looked up at the roof.

Snow was still leaking through the hole, and the cold wind kept blowing in.

It must be repaired as soon as possible.

He picked up the hunting rifle again, slung it over his shoulder, opened the door, and went out.

In the courtyard, Zhang An was still howling and rolling around in the snow, while Old Zhang stood helplessly to the side.

From inside the main house came Er Ya's terrified cries and Zhang's mother's shrill curses.

Zhang Cheng turned a deaf ear to all of this.

He went straight to the small side room in the corner of the yard where miscellaneous items were piled up, and dragged out a dilapidated wooden ladder from it.

He placed the ladder on the low eaves of the side room, then drew the machete from his waist and began to dismantle the dark blue tiles on the roof of the side room.

"Splash..."

The sound of tiles being pried open, mixed with the cries and screams from the distant house, sounded particularly eerie in the silent snowy night.