Chapter 363: Night Raid on Three Idiots

When Lin Dongfan offered a price of ten million, the three bandits hiding in the graveyard hesitated. Going forward was a five million settlement fee; retreating was a ten million settlement fee.

This size-comparison math problem looks quite simple.

At the foot of the mountain.

The two bandits guarding beside the black commercial vehicle also revealed a strange look, like wolves eyeing meat, staring at Lu Han ahead.

This eerie gaze startled Lu Han.

Lu Han hastily drew his gun and pointed it at the two brothers: "You two bastards, what are you trying to do? I warn you! Out here mixing, you can be broke, but you must have integrity in your bones!"

The two bandits furrowed their brows in silence, mainly because Lu Han was pointing his gun at them.

Move and you die.

Lu Han roared again: "It's just ten million settlement fee; I'm not unable to pay! All of you, charge—tonight whoever kills Lin Dongfan that son of a bitch can take ten million and retire from the martial world!"

Hearing that, the two bandits ahead were instantly energized, quickly turning their gaze toward the graveyard.

Lu Han then shouted to the three brothers hiding on the mountain: "Brothers, listen up—price increased! Whoever kills Lin Dongfan that son of a bitch gets the settlement fee, ten million!"

"No matter how much Lu spends, I'll add five million—brothers, get him!"

Lin Dongfan recorded that remark with a loudspeaker.

After pressing the loop playback function, he placed the speaker behind the new grave to attract the bandits' attention below, then quietly crept back to Yang Qing's side.

Yang Qing lowered his voice: "Your defection strategy is good—first buy time. As long as they don't launch a fierce attack, we'll be safe. Director Qi and his team are arriving soon, already on the road."

"We can't delay that long—come on, let's take out those three on the mountain first."

Taking advantage of the bandits focusing their attention on the looping speaker,

Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing, crouching low, used the graves and night for cover as they quietly approached the three bandits on the mountain.

Each step was taken with extreme care, for fear of making a sound and alerting the bandits.

Xu Yue tightly embraced the two children, not daring to breathe, her eyes fixed on the direction Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing had gone, silently praying for their safety.

Midway.

Lin Dongfan leaned in to whisper to Yang Qing: "I'll go around from the side; when I get close, I'll fire first to draw their attention, then I can ambush them from behind."

Yang Qing frowned: "You alone ambushing three? You can bluff about courage, but life is only one—if you fall here, how am I supposed to rise smoothly?"

"Don't worry—if I die, I'll still pull you along as a ghost."

Saying that, Lin Dongfan had already crouched and flanked from the side, while Yang Qing advanced blindly from the front.

In the pitch darkness.

Only the murmurs of three people hiding in front of a tombstone could be heard:

"Brother Han, why hasn't the price gone up?"

"How would it rise? Lin Dongfan said, no matter what price Brother Han offers, he adds five million. If Brother Han offers ten million, Lin Dongfan offers fifteen million—just showing off his wealth."

"Fifteen million isn't bad either; split three ways, each gets five million."

"That's indeed attractive. Building a villa in the countryside costs only a few hundred thousand; half the remaining money could go into bank interest, half into a small business. Think of the cozy life with wife and kids on a heated kang—wouldn't that be far happier than our current blood‑on‑the‑blade existence? Otherwise, we might as well withdraw."

"Withdrawing mainly invites being stabbed in the back—it's unrighteous."

"Brother Han even killed his own younger brother—don't mention righteousness. Besides, we've followed him for years, doing his dirty work. He's now worth billions, yet we're still poor bastards? Damn it, he himself lacks righteousness, so why should we be obliged? Speaking plainly, killing him is utterly justified."

"Right, fuck him!"

"I feel this is still a bit off. Lin Dongfan is from the Anti-Corruption Bureau; as an anti‑corruption official he surely wouldn't dare embezzle—where would he get fifteen million? The Lin guy is probably just trying to fool us."

"Shit, I almost forgot the Lin guy is also a poor bastard."

"So what do we do now?"

"You idiot, no need to ask—Lin Dongfan's fifteen‑million bounty is a scam, but Brother Han's promised ten‑million settlement fee is solid and reliable."

"Right, take out Lin Dongfan, get the money, and retire."

……

Just as they were eager and ready to go all out,

From behind the tombstone came Yang Qing's strange laugh: "You idiots, you're underestimating people again……" Yang Qing had originally wanted to say, "Lord Fan is truly a wealthy tycoon, not short of money."

Before he could finish, the three bandits hiding in front of the tombstone gasped in fright.

One shouted, "Holy shit!!!" In the pitch darkness, they didn't notice Yang Qing crawling behind the tombstone, thinking the sound came from the tomb itself.

The next second, they bolted as if they'd seen a ghost, scrambling to run.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Yang Qing lunged with a tiger‑pounce move, successfully knocking one to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Dongfan, having flanked from the side, cut off the other two's retreat. Before they could react and draw their guns, his fists were already smashing into their faces.

Each punch landed with a click, easily knocking them down.

Yang Qing pressed down hard on the defeated foe, hissing a warning: "Shh, if you alert your boss, I'll shoot you dead!"

The one being held dared not even breathe.

The other two bandits could hardly shout now; Lin Dongfan's heavier blows knocked them unconscious, and they might not wake up for a while.

Lin Dongfan pulled out the bandits' shoelaces and used them to bind their hands behind their backs.

After everything was settled.

Lin Dongfan then crept over to Yang Qing's side and quietly asked the bandit Yang Qing had pinned: "Just now, weren't you the one who called me a poor bastard?"

"No, I was advocating defecting from darkness to light."

With Yang Qing's fist still pressing his right cheek to the ground, the bandit, realizing that prudence could prolong his life, gave up struggling and fully cooperated.

He then said, "My name is Han Bing, brother—please give me a chance to reform."

"Who's your brother? Call me Section Chief Lin." Lin Dongfan corrected sternly.

Han Bing then asked, "May I ask, what should I call the brother holding my head?"

"Call me Section Chief Yang." Out in the wilds, face is something you give yourself; Yang Qing unhesitatingly revealed his ideal position.

Han Bing dragged out a tone of utter misery: "Esteemed Section Chief Yang, could you show mercy and let me speak? Give me a chance to redeem myself through service; you are my reborn parents."

"I love hearing that."

Before releasing his grip, Yang Qing first took Han Bing's gun.

Han Bing patted the dirt off his face, looking at Lin and Yang: "Thank you both leaders for your trust; earlier you mentioned a 15 million bounty, does that still count?"

Lin Dongfan without hesitation replied: "As Section Chief, my word is worth a thousand gold; I always keep my promises. From the moment you were arrested, you have already missed out on the 15 million."