Chapter 159

Wang An looked left and right, wanting to go around, but this damn place was full of bushes. Only after passing the bend was there a gap in the trees where a sled could pass.

It was also the place where Wang An had encountered trouble three times before.

Thinking of the number "three," Wang An thought of the phrase "things don't happen more than three times"! His full anger rose again!

Subconsciously, he looked at the place where he had burned paper before. It was obvious that it had only worked for a few days, and then it was useless!

Wang An pulled the 56-semi-automatic rifle out of the sack under the grass mat and checked it briefly.

He also took out the large 54 pistol from his pocket, checked it quickly, chambered a round, engaged the safety, and put it back in his pocket.

At critical moments, a pistol is still more useful, but whether it's the 56-semi or the large 54, it's best not to use them. Using them is definitely not a good thing!

Tying the horse to a tree by the road, Wang An held the 56-semi and thought for a moment. He didn't rush over but entered the bushes first, then moved closer.

Through the gaps in the bushes, Wang An peeked over. This look gave Wang An a real fright!

In front were two groups of people, one group of 5 and one group of 3. Not far away, a horse-drawn sled was tied up. The sled should belong to the three people because it was a narrow sled used for mountain-going.

Wang An recognized two of the five people. Although he didn't know their names, he knew they were subordinates of Qiu Ba, and he knew one of them had the nickname "Nine Fingers," also called "Little Nine."

This kid's left pinky had been chopped off by himself. It wasn't that he wanted to chop it off, but he was beaten and forced to do it.

Before chopping off his pinky, this kid was just a handyman, a coward. After chopping it off, he became very insidious and ruthless, and it could be said that he had done many things in the county that were intolerable to both gods and men.

Wang An also recognized one of the three people. Not only did he recognize him, but he was a very close relative, because he was Wang An's uncle, Liu Deyuan!

At this time, his uncle was sitting on the ground, trembling and clutching his thigh, seemingly in unbearable pain from a leg injury.

And where his uncle was sitting, two other people were lying on the ground, groaning while holding their stomachs.

Nine Fingers was holding the large 54 pistol, gesturing and cursing at Liu Deyuan with threats: "Old bastard, take the stuff out immediately. Don't force me to kill you. Who are you trying to fool with two broken ginseng roots?"

Another of Qiu Ba's subordinates was holding a box cannon,

standing to the side in a slouching manner that made people want to kick him a few times. The other three were also standing to the side in various postures, expressionless, all holding pickaxe handles in their hands. One of them was also holding a knife in his left hand, but it wasn't a hunting knife; it counted as a dagger.

Wang An only needed one look to feel his blood boil and his eyes split with rage. This was his own uncle!

Who cares about this or that? Shoot first and talk later!

He quickly raised the gun to his face and fired two shots, "Bang, bang." He saw a flower of blood burst from the right wrists of Nine Fingers and the other subordinate holding guns, and the guns they were holding fell to the ground.

Immediately followed by the heart-wrenching screams of the two, screams that were earth-shattering and heroic!

The other three heard the two gunshots, and in the blink of an eye, their two gun-wielding companions had become like this. Knowing they had encountered a ruthless character, they dropped their pickaxe handles and turned to run.

Wang An was in a fit of rage. If these three hadn't run, they might not have been shot, but since they ran, Wang An definitely wouldn't let them go!

After three shots, "Bang, bang, bang," the three who hadn't run far were all shot in the knees. They fell to the ground and also started screaming for their lives, their screams no less loud than the first two.

After five shots, Wang An's anger finally subsided a bit. He crawled out of the bushes, ran to Liu Deyuan, and asked hurriedly: "Uncle, are you okay?"

When Liu Deyuan saw it was Wang An, he forced a smile on his face, which was twisted in pain, and hissed: "I'm fine, just took two blows to the thigh."

Upon hearing this, Wang An felt temporarily relieved, but seeing his uncle in such pain, he felt particularly bad, so he stood up again.

He picked up one of the pickaxe handles the three had dropped and walked to Nine Fingers, saying in a flat tone: "Can't you properly run your loan shark business? Why start the business of smashing people's livelihoods?"

It must be said that Nine Fingers was indeed quite tough. After screaming, he held his right wrist with his left hand. Although the expression on his face was still ferocious, his speech became steady:

"Damn, who did I think it was? So it's Madman Wang! You dare to make a move, aren't you afraid I'll retaliate against your family?"

When Wang An heard this, he immediately smiled, then held one end of the pickaxe handle with both hands, swung his arm around, and brought it down on Nine Fingers' mouth.

A pickaxe handle is thin at one end and thick at the other. It's not a round wooden stick but flat, much thicker than a shovel handle or hoe handle. The thick end is for attaching the pickaxe head.

In the Northeast, a pickaxe handle is the most commonly used weapon for fighting. This thing is very sturdy and durable, and quite hard to break.

Most importantly, the length is moderate, it's very handy to use, and you can put strength into it. It hurts like hell when you hit someone—not just flesh pain, but bone pain!

Nine Fingers probably thought Wang An wouldn't dare to hit him, and with his right wrist shot, he didn't take any precautions. Then he heard a crisp "crack" from Nine Fingers' cheek!

Then came Nine Fingers' garbled, unintelligible sounds. Since the fight had started, Wang An wouldn't stop. After a flurry of pickaxe handle swings, Nine Fingers successfully passed out.

Wang An looked at the unconscious Nine Fingers, feeling a bit uneasy, but there were too many people now, and he truly didn't dare to use the gun again. Otherwise, even with Wu Dong's connection, he would be in a lot of trouble.

Carrying the pickaxe handle, he walked to the kid who had been standing there slouching earlier. This kid's toughness wasn't as good as Nine Fingers'. He was still wailing, but seeing Wang An coming over, he hurriedly begged for mercy with snot and tears:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, please spare me, I won't dare to do it again."

Actually, the first person Wang An wanted to hit was this slouching guy; he was just too damn pretentious!

So, with another flurry of pickaxe handle swings, he finally knocked this kid on the head, perfectly knocking him unconscious again.

Ignoring the three people wailing while holding their legs, Wang An turned and returned to his uncle, Liu Deyuan.

At this time, Liu Deyuan and the other two had helped each other stand up, but the three seemed to have been beaten quite hard, walking with a limp and rubbing various parts of their bodies from time to time.

Seeing Wang An turn back, the other two, although wincing in pain, still endured the pain and thanked Wang An profusely.

Wang An didn't even look at them, because he didn't know them. He only saved his uncle; they were just incidental, not even worth mentioning, so he just said a few polite words.

"I'm fine, Xiao An. These injuries are nothing. What should we do with these people? Don't let them retaliate against you later," Liu Deyuan said with a face full of worry and helplessness.

Liu Deyuan and the other two had witnessed Wang An's ruthlessness and brutality. The other two had survived a disaster and were only happy to be saved; they certainly wouldn't consider whether Wang An would be retaliated against later.

Therefore, apart from their gratitude toward Wang An, there was not a trace of worry on their faces.

(End of this chapter)