After the convoy left the south gate of Qizhou City, many things happened.

A driver suddenly had to pee urgently, so he ran to the grass by the roadside to relax; a strong man drank too much, and the night wind made his stomach churn, so he ran to the roadside and vomited continuously; there was even a strong man who stood on the truck and danced and sang folk songs, but the truck jolted and the driver fell off the truck, with a bleeding head, and he had to be bandaged again.

After traveling for nearly three hours, a half moon was already hanging high in the center of the sky, and the convoy finally arrived at a place five or six miles away from the Baimang River Fish Market Pier.

The official road suddenly shrinks here, and there are dark black pine forests on both sides. The forest is overgrown with weeds, and a few faint phosphorescent lights can be seen flickering.

On the left and right, two stone mountains more than ten feet high stood facing each other, like two big tiger teeth tightly clamping the official road. The terrain here is dangerous and the surrounding terrain is complicated. In the past, there were many daring thieves who robbed single guests here, so the people of Qizhou City called this place "Tiger Teeth Mouth".

Chu Tian rode on the back of the old yellow wolf, shaking his head vigorously, staring blankly at the two small stone mountains reflecting a faint white light under the moonlight: "Ah, we have reached the tiger's teeth, you filthy guys, work harder, there are only five or six miles to go before we are home, and I will give you a lot of interest!"

The rickshaw drivers and porters all laughed at the same time.

Amid the laughter, seven or eight porters suddenly roared, pulled out shining short knives from their waists, and without saying a word, chopped at their companions. A dozen porters were chopped to death, and fell off the truck headfirst, yelling and cursing, and fled to the black pine forest on both sides.

The weeds in the black pine forests on both sides rustled loudly. Amid the sound of dense footsteps, two or three hundred burly men, masked with black cloth, wearing various tight-fitting short clothes and holding sticks and long swords in their hands, rushed out in a disorderly manner.

At a glance, these big men were divided into at least seven or eight groups, each group ranging from twenty to thirty people to thirty to fifty people, led by a leader, and rushed towards the convoy with a roar.

The porters who had attacked and injured people on the truck held bloody knives in their hands and shouted at the stunned drivers and porters around them: "Thieves, kneel down, kneel down, the rules of the underworld are that those who kneel down with their heads in their hands and do not resist will not be killed! If you dare to move, look at the bloody knives in my hands! You have a wife and children waiting for you to go home, don't seek death!"

The coachmen and porters climbed down from the carriage trembling, holding their heads in their hands without saying a word, and squatted on the ground close to the wheels.

Chu Tian was stunned. The old yellow wolf under his seat suddenly let out a loud wolf howl, followed by a long "Awooo". The old yellow wolf slapped the yellow sand ground with its huge claws and was about to pounce on the nearest force holding a sharp knife.

Chu Tian hurriedly patted the old yellow wolf's head. He grabbed the old yellow wolf's head, rolled over and fell to the ground, while forcibly pulling the old yellow wolf, he squatted obediently on the side of the road.

"My fellow heroes, good, good, you are wearing masks, that's great! Just take the gold from the carts. Those carts are the clothes for the drivers to eat, so please leave them. I, Chu Tian, ​​know the rules. I won't fight back. Please hold your weapons firmly, and don't hit me with a knife or a stick by mistake, or it will hurt the harmony!"

The big men consisting of seven or eight groups laughed in unison. Chu Tian was so "knowledgeable" and acted according to the "rules of the underworld". They had no personal grudges against Chu Tian, ​​so who would provoke him to death?

"Chu Dangtou is a good man who knows the rules of the underworld. Brothers, be steady and don't hurt Chu Dangtou!"

"Oh, Mr. Chu, I'm sorry, it's our boss who forced us to come here. Who made Mr. Chu's windfall so eye-catching?"

"Ha, stop talking nonsense, move the gold, move the gold! Wow, this is 15,000 taels of pure gold, our boss doesn't even have that much money!"

A group of rabble crossed Chu Tian in a disorderly manner and rushed towards the cart full of gold.

Chu Tian hugged the panting Old Yellow Wolf who was on the verge of madness, and slowly shouted, "My fellow heroes, there are only 15,000 taels of gold in total. Hey, who will take more, and who will take less?"

The big men who were rushing around in a hurry were all dumbfounded. They almost stopped at the same time and looked around fiercely at their colleagues. No one knew who was the first to take action, but they heard a shout and a big man in black was pierced through the chest by a spear.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Shouts of killing rang out everywhere. Seven or eight groups of big men and two or three hundred ruffians fought together like mad dogs. Swords and spears came down at the same time, axes flashed and moonlight shone, and the sounds of bones breaking and disembowelment were endless. Shrill roars, shouts and curses could be heard continuously.

In just a short time, two or three hundred men were lying on the ground in a mess. Seventy or eighty of them were killed on the spot, and most of the others were seriously injured. Only fifty or sixty people were either stabbed in the thigh or stabbed in the chest. They were covered in blood, but they were still able to struggle to get up.

A big man holding a sawtooth broadsword and looking a little red knives was kneeling on one knee, pointing at a big man opposite him who was shot in the face and almost had holes pierced through his cheeks, and angrily cursed: "Lin Daxiong, stop pretending, I recognize you! Bastard, your Lin family claims to be a family of poetry and literature, but you actually do this robbery business!"

Lin Daxiong, who was shot in the cheek, uttered a series of "wuwu" sounds and was unable to speak. A big man with a black mask falling off his face, revealing an ugly face full of scars, roared angrily: "Red-haired devil, your boss Xiao Dashan, hey, Xiao Dashan, who is kind and righteous, and has accumulated good deeds, you are a bunch of good people who would exchange ten kilograms of rice for a young girl, aren't you here too?"

A tall man holding a spear and with at least a dozen wounds on his body stood up with difficulty. He pulled down his black mask and grinned, "Why are you still covering your face? Hey, we are all old friends. Tsk tsk, stop talking nonsense. Our boss, Manager Chen, runs a pawnshop. He does the business of pulling out muscles, peeling skin and squeezing out marrow. Isn't it normal to rob people for money?"

Chu Tian hugged the old yellow wolf who was shaking all over due to the smell of blood and almost rushed out, and shouted in a strange voice: "Ah, Lin family, Xiao family, Chen family, ha, come on, heroes, are you done fighting? Hurry up, who will the gold belong to? Hurry up and finish the work, so I can go home and drink a pot of wine to calm my nerves!"

Amid the groans all over the floor, fifty or sixty big men who could barely stand straightened their bodies tremblingly, and they all looked at Chu Tian at the same time.