Chapter 368

Lu Han recalled that when his father-in-law passed away, he happened to be annoyed and didn't really want to go weep at the grave, so his wife made a big fuss.

He couldn't hold back, slapped her, and told her to get lost.

After being slapped, she glared with two bloodshot eyes, grabbed her suitcase and turned to leave. That resentful gaze, even now when I recall it, remains vivid.

At the time, worried she might do something drastic, I had Han Bing send her back to her parents' home to handle the funeral.

That was Han Bing's first contact with the elder sister-in-law.

He was gone for several days.

Surely during that time, that dog Han Bing took advantage of the situation and slept with the elder sister-in-law. No wonder that slut, after finishing the funeral and returning home, had a flushed face and showed no sorrow at all.

The top taboo in the jianghu—sleeping with the elder sister-in-law!

In movies they'd be hacked to death with random knives; in real life, whoever can endure wins, the loser is a turtle grandson.

Lu Han really wanted to press Han Bing to the ground, castrate him then kill him, to vent his hatred. But frustrated, he had been shot in the leg, could barely stand, and his hands were bound.

Damn it!

I've slept with so many women in my life, always the one giving others green hats. I never expected that a moment of carelessness would let my home be stolen, and the one climbing up is still one of my own underlings.

"Slept is slept; women are like clothing, brothers like limbs."

At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Han forcibly suppressed his burning anger and put on an air of righteous magnanimity.

Thinking that once I, old man, escape this calamity, I'll settle with you later—it's not too late!

So he again spoke kindly to Han Bing, apologizing: "You did suffer some grievance before, I admit. But today, since I've handed the gun to you, it means I truly regard you as a brother. Whether it's money or women, as long as you like it, I can tie the knot with you. First release me, and we'll escape together."

After saying that, he stretched out his hands toward Han Bing and told him to untie the bonds.

Han Bing smiled faintly, directly pulled out a flashlight, and shone it on Lu Han's face. Lu Han instinctively raised a hand to block the blinding light: "Turn it off quickly, it'll give away our position……"

Han Bing smiled and said nothing.

As it turns out, even a tycoon with a hundred billion in assets, who controls both black and white markets, has moments of utter panic; this helpless, tense expression is actually quite amusing.

Exposing our position is just fine—you're already a prisoner.

Before, you were the cutting board and I the meat—you could handle me however you wanted! Today, the underling has turned the tables, singing his song, stabbing you in the back—do you still have a way out?

If today I can't take you down in one go, then someday I'll be the one who dies.

Han Bing used the flashlight as a signal, waving it a few times toward the mountain.

And he shouted loudly: "Section Chief Lin, I'm Han Bing. Lu Han's left leg has been shot, and I've subdued him. Should you come down, or should I bring him up?"

Lu Han: "……!!!"

My life of commanding the winds and clouds—is it really ending like this?

To fall into the hands of a rebellious punk?

Lu Han's legs went weak, he plopped onto the ground, dazed and at a loss.

He wanted to kill himself, yet he felt a bit unwilling, for his bank card still held hundreds of billions unspent; plus the green hat on his head, symbolizing shame, remained unshed, and he hadn't taken out that scoundrel who hooked up with the elder sister-in-law.

With so many regrets in life, how could I die?

I must survive!

I'll try every means to survive!

Just as Lu Han was racking his brains for a solution, a horn blast came from the mountain—Lin Dongfan's voice: "Wait there, we're coming down."

Not long after, Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing came rushing over in the dark.

Yang Qing held a gun, and as soon as he arrived he pointed it at Han Bing's head.

Because Han Bing also had a gun.

Han Bing sensibly threw away his gun, then obediently raised both hands: "I'm taking the path of atoning through merit—give me some face."

"Not bad performance, congratulations, you've earned a pair of silver handcuffs."

Yang Qing produced handcuffs and quickly cuffed Han Bing's hands behind his back.

This, however, still mixed in a bit of personal feeling. Earlier he had made a bet with Lin Dongfan, wagering that Han Bing couldn't take down Lu Han. Now I've been slapped in the face repeatedly, and Pretentious Fan is laughing like a petty profiteer.

You've made me lose face—how am I supposed to give you face?

The bet is lost; from now on, whenever I see Pretentious Fan I must actively salute and greet him, calling him "Fan Grandpa." Just imagining that embarrassing future scene makes me feel awkward.

"Wait over there for now."

After Yang Qing snatched the flashlight from Han Bing's hand, he pushed Han Bing to the side.

Turning around, he again shone the flashlight on Lu Han and gave him a light kick: "Boss Lu, don't you feel a grief greater than death? Get up, let me see if your leg trembles."

Lu Han: "……!!!"

Now it's not a matter of leg trembling, but leg weakness.

He simply can't get up.

Lin Dongfan angrily kicked Lu Han again: "Playing dead? Get up! Those who want to take me, Lin Dongfan, down, have lined up from Jianglan to Jingcheng—what number are you?"

Lu Han: "……!!!"

Better than sitting on the ground taking kicks, get up—those who know the times are heroes.

Lu Han struggled to his feet; because his left leg, shot, had no strength, he momentarily couldn't stand steady, his body swayed back two steps, and he happened to bump into a tombstone.

It felt pretty good—he could lean on the tombstone to ease the pressure on his leg.

Lu Han glanced at Yang Qing, then at Lin Dongfan, and said: "Gentlemen, name your price—how much is my life worth? Whether it's ten billion or a hundred billion, we can negotiate."

"Cough cough!"

Yang Qing put on a show and cleared his throat twice.

He turned his head and shone the flashlight on Lin Dongfan: "Do we really look like a bunch of brainless poor bastards?"

"Don't shake the light in my eyes." Lin Dongfan brushed aside Yang Qing's flashlight, then handed the horn to Lu Han: "First say something, tell those two lackeys down the mountain to lay down their arms and surrender."

"First tell me, is buying one's life with money something that can be negotiated?" Lu Han took the horn, but had no intention of readily complying.

If we can't buy our lives with money, then we'll fight to the death; even if we die, we'll drag a few down with us.

Lin Dongfan saw through Lu Han's little thoughts at a glance.

Over the past twenty years, Lu Han transformed from a petty street thug into a figure who could call wind and rain in Jianglan, his hands stained with over a dozen lives.

He laundered his image through charity, gaining a temporary good reputation, but his innate wicked nature remained unchanged.

As lowly as Officer Wang Hu, a petty policeman at the Meiling Police Station of the Yuhua Branch of the Wuzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau.

As high as the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Political Commissar Guo Bingyao and the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission's Feng Weishan, he dragged them into the water, having them act as his protectors at different stages.

These matters are unknown to the outside world, but Lin Dongfan, who has lived two lives, knows them like the back of his hand.

As long as Lu Han is brought to court, he awaits the death penalty. Lu Han himself surely understands the stakes, so he will not sit and wait for his execution.

Lin Dongfan stepped forward, patted Lu Han on the shoulder, leaned close to his ear and chuckled lightly: "Whether you shout or not, it's a dead end. Killing two more bandits—do you think I'd feel sorry?"

Hearing this, Lu Han gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

Just as he remained silent.

Lin Dongfan seized the loudspeaker again and shouted down the mountain to Qi Ting: "Qi Ting, dawn is almost here—can you finally take care of those two bandits down there?"

Qi Ting gave no reply.

But soon from down the mountain came the sound of two gunshots: "Bang—bang!"

The two bandit bodyguards hiding in front of the black business car fell at the sound. Each had been shot in the head, obviously by a sniper.

Qi Ting wasn't unable to handle the scene.

He simply didn't want to order the sniper to fire until the very last moment.

With these two bodyguards dead,

Lu Han's last shred of hope also shattered.

Watching all this from the mountain, Lu Han's eyes bulged in an instant: "Lin Dongfan, you fucking—" Like a crazed beast, he lunged forward and slammed into Lin Dongfan.

"Damn!"

Lin Dongfan swung a fierce punch, knocking Lu Han flat to the ground.