Chapter 62: Venting Frustration

The muzzle of the gun, after a rapid sequence of shots, was blazing hot like a piece of glowing red iron, instantly scorching Sun Daqiang’s cheek with a sharp, searing pain.

This sudden intense heat and overwhelming terror thoroughly woke Sun Daqiang from his previous arrogance, suddenly filling his eyes with boundless dread.

The fear, like a thick and heavy haze, quickly enveloped his entire being, causing his body to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, with a soft hiss, a stream of warm liquid slowly leaked from Sun Daqiang's crotch, rising into a faint wisp of vapor in the cold air.

He had actually been frightened to the point of wetting his pants right on the spot.

The pungent odor of urine rapidly diffused through the air, clashing completely with the originally fresh atmosphere of the mountain forest.

Just moments ago, Sun Daqiang had been certain that Lin Yang was merely putting on a bluff and would never dare to fire.

After all, in his perception, Lin Yang had always been a submissive, cowardly wretch whom he could bully at will.

Yet, Lin Yang’s two resolute and lightning-fast shots had instantly killed his beloved hunting dog.

The action was so swift that all of them were caught completely off guard, leaving no time whatsoever to react.

At this moment, the dark muzzle of the gun was once again pressed hard against his face, and Sun Daqiang could vividly visualize the bloody scene of the back of his head being blown off, his brains spilling out, and blood splattering across the pristine snow.

The image flashed repeatedly in his mind like a nightmare, scaring him out of his wits and turning his legs so weak that he could barely stand.

"Lin... Lin Yang, al... although there's some bad blood between us, it was all because of my sister!"

Sun Daqiang's voice trembled violently as he begged bitterly with a crying tone. "In truth, it's really nothing major. My mind was just clouded by greed a moment ago, and I only wanted to scare you—I never dared to actually lay a hand on you! You are a magnanimous man, please don't be rash!"

As he spoke, he used his peripheral vision to cautiously steal glances at Lin Yang's expression, attempting to find a trace of softening on that cold, stern face.

However, Lin Yang's frigid gaze was like millennia-old ice, showing not the slightest sign of wavering.

"Besides... I parted ways with the forestry team less than half an hour ago, and they certainly haven't gone far. With gunshot sounds this loud, they will surely come running to investigate."

"If you kill me, you'll end up behind bars too! Just think about it, how not worth it would it be to ruin your own life because of me!"

"Kneel down!"

Lin Yang merely spat out two words, his voice low and icy as if it had traveled from the nethermost depths of hell. It carried not a shred of warmth, yet was fraught with a bone-chilling deterrent force.

Simultaneously, his gaze swept like a razor blade over the men who had come along with Sun Daqiang.

Wherever that gaze fell, it seemed to carry an invisible pressure, causing those men to shiver involuntarily.

Those individuals were naturally timid and cowardly by nature, accustomed to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. At this moment, they were even more terrified by Lin Yang’s tangible aura, their legs turning as soft as mud.

No sooner had Lin Yang finished speaking than they slumped forward, their spines seeming to have been entirely ripped out, and all of them dropped to their knees in the snow without a shred of dignity.

Their complexions were as pale as paper, their lips trembled uncontrollably, and their eyes were filled with panic and helplessness, resembling a flock of lambs waiting for the slaughter.

By now, a clear and profound realization had formed deep within their hearts:

Lin Yang was by no means the weak and easily bullied pushover they had previously imagined, nor was he the pampered, fragile young master others gossiped about.

Judging by the crisp, clean, and pinpoint-accurate marksmanship displayed just moments ago, even an experienced veteran hunter who had spent years struggling to survive in the mountain forests might not necessarily achieve such supernatural proficiency.

Furthermore, Lin Yang now possessed not only the Mosin-Nagant rifle but had also seized Sun Daqiang's Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

In his hands, these two firearms acted like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, emanating a fatal aura capable of claiming their lives at any second.

Sun Daqiang dared not harbor the slightest bit of resentment; he genuinely and palpably felt the threat of death, terrified that Lin Yang might act on impulse and pull the trigger to blow his brains out.

Yet, try as he might, he could not fathom how, in merely a short span of time, the spineless coward who used to be ordered around and beaten at whim, taking everything lying down, had transformed into someone so fierce and ruthless, practically like a completely different person.

Driven by extreme fear, he humiliatingly dropped to his knees, urine still dripping down his cotton-padded trousers, making the heavy stench of urine increasingly pungent and spreading wantonly through the air.

Frowning, with eyes filled with utter disgust and contempt, Lin Yang said coldly, "You were the one who said just a moment ago that you were going to finish me off in these vast mountains, and that my death would amount to nothing."

"Since you have already harbored the intention of killing me to plunder my possessions, and your motive is crystal clear, naturally I must strike first."

"Breaking both of your hands is to prevent you from stabbing me in the back again. Don't think I'll be scared by your so-called threats—I am no longer the Lin Yang you used to bully!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Daqiang felt a surge of grievance and opened his mouth, desperate to explain that he had merely been overcome by momentary greed to steal Lin Yang's prey and give him a beating to vent his anger, without ever intending to take his life.

However, Lin Yang afforded him no opportunity to speak.

With a cold glint in his eyes, Lin Yang abruptly reached out and grabbed Sun Daqiang's wrist with a force so immense it felt as though his bones were about to be crushed.

Instantly, with a violent twist by Lin Yang, Sun Daqiang's arm was forced into an unnatural, grotesque angle. Raising his foot high, Lin Yang brought it down like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly stomping onto Sun Daqiang's elbow.

Crack—

A teeth-grating sound of fracturing bone echoed through the air.

That sound was exceptionally harsh in the silent mountain forest, piercing straight into everyone's hearts like a sharp icicle.

Immediately following that was Sun Daqiang's shrill, agonizing scream.

The sound resembled a wounded beast roaring in despair, startling the birds perched on distant tree branches into flight.

Flapping their wings, the birds fled in terror from that dreadful area, leaving only Sun Daqiang's piercing shrieks to reverberate lingeringly through the valley.

Sun Daqiang's arm was now broken backward, twisted into a horrifying shape.

Tears and snot streamed down his face from the excruciating pain, his entire visage distorted and deformed, as he struggled desperately on the ground, uttering indistinct pleas for mercy.

Yet, Lin Yang did not stop there.