The man who had borrowed the lighter was caught off guard and knocked to the ground by my punch. He stopped pretending, pulled out a walkie-talkie and yelled, "They've spotted me! Stop those two signal flares!"
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, several more figures appeared at the alleyway ahead and rushed towards us.
In a moment of desperation, I pushed the gate next to me, and to my surprise, it actually opened. I ran inside with Song Laosan.
At this moment, the male homeowner heard the noise, pushed open the door, and came out: "Hey! Who are you? Who let you into my house?"
I completely ignored the man and saw a motorcycle parked against the wall. I stepped on it and was about to climb over the wall.
The man persisted, grabbing Song Laosan's clothes and saying, "I'm talking to you! What are you doing here? If you do anything else, I'll call the police!"
"Clang!"
Just then, the courtyard gate was kicked open again. The man I punched, without even wiping the blood from his nose, rushed towards Song Laosan with a dagger in hand: "You son of a bitch! I'll teach you to run!"
"Third Master! Watch out behind you!"
I saw the man's movements and he let out a roar at Song Laosan.
"Pfft!"
Seeing the other party's movements, Song Laosan grabbed the blade and was immediately tackled to the ground.
The male homeowner, who was holding Song Laosan's hand, saw the bloodstains on the ground, screamed, and ran back into the room.
I heard a flurry of footsteps outside the yard, so I jumped off the wall, grabbed a flowerpot from the yard, rushed to the man, and smashed it down on his head.
"Thump!"
A flowerpot filled with soil hit the man on the head with a dull thud, causing him to fall to the ground with his eyes rolled back.
I saw others run to the courtyard gate and start throwing flowerpots at them.
While the other party was dodging, Song Laosan and I climbed over the wall to the roof and continued our frantic run.
Old Song winced in pain from the wound on his palm: "Damn it, weren't these people trying to lure us up the mountain? Why did they suddenly attack us?"
I crossed a narrow alley and jumped onto the roof of the building opposite: "They must have been watching us for a while, but they didn't want to make a big fuss in town, so they tried to lure us up the mountain. Our getting out of the car must have alerted them!"
Song Laosan cursed under his breath, then pulled out his phone as he ran: "I'll call Qinghuai and have his men come and protect us!"
I ran to the end of the alley and jumped off the low roof: "No, let them continue to capture the people on the mountain. We can't afford to end up empty-handed on both sides!"
Before Song Laosan could reply, another group of people rushed across the street: "Stop! Don't run!"
Looking at the crowd rushing towards us and the pursuers jumping down from the rooftops, I knew we couldn't escape. So I led Song Laosan straight into a mahjong parlor by the roadside and blocked the door from the inside.
Knowing my purpose, Song Laosan started talking to Qinghuai.
At first, the people in the card room were cursing at me, but when they saw a group of people outside banging on the door, they immediately backed away, fearing they would get into trouble.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Splash!"
One of the men outside raised a metal parking sign and quickly smashed the window glass. He then bent down to crawl inside, and I grabbed a chair from inside and started smashing it at them.
Under my attack, the young men who were trying to crawl inside grimaced in pain and all retreated outside.
"You bunch of useless trash, get out of the way!"
With a loud shout, the crowd at the window dispersed immediately, and then a burly middle-aged man rushed over quickly.
I saw his movements. He swung the chair in his hand and smashed it against the window again. He raised his arm to take the hit and then tackled me to the ground.
With the window breached, someone rushed in and opened the door. The young men I had just injured with the chair surrounded me and kicked me repeatedly, venting their anger.
"Alright, hurry up and take them away!"
The man in charge opened his wallet, pulled out several thousand yuan, and threw it on the ground: "Listen up, the person in charge here, we're just collecting a normal debt, and we'll compensate you for all your losses! But if anyone dares to hand over the surveillance footage here to the police, don't blame me for being impolite!"
A middle-aged woman inside saw the several thousand yuan on the ground and quickly came over to pick it up: "Our place is a gray area, how could we possibly install surveillance cameras? Don't worry, we didn't see anything!"
The leader ignored the woman and waved to the others: "Take them away."
As soon as he finished speaking, two young men pulled me up from the ground and dragged me towards the door. A van without license plates stopped in front of the door in perfect unison, and they had someone push Song Laosan and me inside.
While struggling, Song Laosan shouted at the leader, "Brother! Let's talk this out. If you're going to take me away, you should at least let me know who I've offended!"
"Bang!"
Without a word, the team leader punched Song Laosan in the stomach: "Shut your mouth and bury your head in your crotch!"
When I saw that Song Laosan had been beaten, I wisely didn't say anything. Then my hands and feet were tied and my eyes were blindfolded.
At this moment, all our hopes were pinned on the Qing family.
To ensure our safety, Qinghuai had already laid an ambush near the brick factory, and Song Laosan had just spoken to him and sent his men up the mountain.
As long as Qinghuai's men can capture Su Gouzi's men, we still have hope.
...
When we fought in town before, there were quite a few people watching, and I'm sure someone called the police.
But for some reason, our car kept shaking, but there was no sign of it being stopped. The people inside were also silent, as if they hadn't been intercepted. This meant that they had planned their route in advance and had been watching us for more than just a day or two.
After about two hours, the shaking of the vehicle finally stopped, and the leader's voice came out: "We've arrived!"
When the hood was removed, I found that the car was parked in a huge warehouse, surrounded by all kinds of scaffolding and piles of scrap materials.
Judging from the surrounding blast furnaces, hot blast stoves, tuyeres, slag outlets, and so on, I have determined that this is a smelting plant. The sound of machinery around here indicates that the plant is operating normally.
"Get down!"
The leader grabbed me by the collar and dragged me out of the car. Then he led me and Song Laosan together into the innermost room.
This was an office set up in a warehouse using corrugated steel roofing. I was pushed into the room, and before I could even see the layout, I was hit on the leg by a pickaxe handle.
"Well!!"
The intense pain made me groan, and I collapsed to the ground, my body curled up like a shrimp, sweat pouring down my face.
"Splash!"
As the sound of the slide being turned came, a shotgun barrel was pressed directly against my forehead: "You bastard, you dare to go against us? You're tired of living!"
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