Who doesn't know how to act?

Lin Yang seized the momentum, kicked Sun Daqiang to the ground, and immediately brought his foot down hard on Sun's shoulder, pinning him firmly in place so he could not move.

Then, Lin Yang bent down, picked up a nearby stone, and raised it high. A flash of resolute determination crossed his eyes as he brought it down ruthlessly onto Sun's other elbow.

Crack—

Another sharp snap echoed out. Even through the thick cotton-padded jacket, the sound of bones fracturing once again was unmistakably clear.

Only then did Lin Yang stop. Looking down at Sun Daqiang, who was drenched in cold sweat from the agony and teetering on the verge of fainting, Lin Yang said coldly, "If I weren't worried about whether you'd make it out of these mountains alive, I'd have broken both your legs straight away."

"Breaking both your arms is purely in self-defense. A person like you deserves to pay the price for what you've done!"

With that, he turned his gaze toward the men kneeling on the ground, his eyes sweeping over them like piercing frost.

"I’ve made myself perfectly clear. Do the rest of you want to test whether my gun is fast enough? Let's see if your lives are faster, or my bullets!"

Drained of all color, their faces turned as white as paper. They shook their heads frantically like rattling drums, stammering repeatedly:

"We wouldn't dare! We wouldn't dare! We won't say a word, please spare us!"

At this moment, Lin Yang looked to them like the malevolent ghosts described by the elders—his methods unimaginably ruthless and utterly chilling.

He had broken a man's arms without so much as a frown.

He had shoved the barrel of a gun straight into a man's mouth and gunned down two dogs without even blinking. He was nothing short of a cold-blooded demon.

Terror gripped their hearts, and they were terrified that Lin Yang might turn his gun on them the very next second.

Lin Yang gave a cold chuckle. "Since you don't want to end up crippled, why haven't you rolled out of here?! Think carefully about today's events. If anyone dares to twist the truth or talk nonsense, I won't be so polite!"

"I wouldn't mind slaughtering your entire families and simply hiding out deep in the mountains. In these vast mountains, no beast can harm me. If you don't believe me, feel free to try! Get lost!"

Lin Yang's roar thundered like a sudden bolt of lightning beside their ears, making their eardrums ring with pain.

He said these things precisely to intimidate them and keep them from running their mouths outside.

After all, none of these men were hardened thugs; they were merely lazy good-for-nothings from the village and surrounding townships.

Usually idle and used to throwing their weight around by borrowing someone else's authority, they ran faster than anyone else at the first sign of trouble. Giving them a severe scare was more than enough.

The men felt as though they had just received a grand amnesty. Scrambling and crawling in all directions, they fled for their lives, no longer caring about Sun Daqiang's fate.

Normally, trailing after Sun Daqiang was just a way to cadge free food and bask in the hollow vanity of reflected power.

The moment real danger struck, they scattered like birds and beasts.

At that moment, selfishness and cowardice were displayed in them to the fullest extent.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down Sun Daqiang's face as he wailed aloud.

His cries were a mixture of the piercing agony in his body and a profound, paralyzing terror of the unknown.

What he truly feared, deep down, was death.

Lin Yang had let everyone else go, yet kept him alone...

Could he really be planning to finish him off right here?!

This unknown terror coiled around him like a venomous snake, pushing him to the brink of a complete breakdown.

Just as he was drowning in terror and howling endlessly, he suddenly heard the barking of dogs.

At first, the sound was faint, as if drifting from the distant horizon.

But as time passed, the sound grew louder and more urgent.

Lying on the ground, he strained his neck and turned his head toward the source of the noise.

From the very direction he had come from earlier, a majestic German Shepherd was sprinting toward them.

It moved with athletic grace and powerful strides, its coat gleaming like satin in the sunlight.

And right behind the German Shepherd, a dozen figures vaguely appeared.

He recognized them at a single glance—they were members of the forestry team.

They wore matching uniforms, and under the sunlight, the badges on their chests glinted with a metallic sheen.

Every single one of them carried a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, the barrels reflecting a chilling light that inspired awe and dread.

A spark of triumphant delight instantly burst into Sun Daqiang's eyes, as if he had just seen his saviors. Ignoring his excruciating pain, he gathered all his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Lin Yang, you're finished, completely finished! The forestry team is here! If I don't get you thrown behind bars, I'll change my last name to yours! Just wait to rot in prison!"

At this moment, he seemed to have regained a sliver of confidence. Though his voice trembled slightly from the pain, his words were dripping with provocation.

"Then do you believe I can blow your head off first?" Lin Yang showed not a trace of fear, his gaze as cold and unyielding as millennia-old ice.

Without hesitation, he shoved the barrel of his Mosin-Nagant rifle straight into Sun Daqiang's mouth once again.

This time, he shoved it in with exceptional force, as if channeling all his pent-up fury into the gesture.

With a sharp crunch, two of Sun Daqiang's front teeth were knocked out, and the broken fragments choked his throat like shattered seashells.

He immediately broke into a violent fit of coughing, making a hacking sound from deep within his windpipe.

Yet the pitch-black muzzle mercilessly remained lodged deep in his throat, robbing him of the ability to utter a coherent sound.

The two broken teeth were forcefully swallowed down into his belly.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he retched continuously, tears and mucus mingling and streaming down his cheeks, making him look as pathetic and wretched as humanly possible.

Meanwhile, Lin Yang looked up at the dozen figures emerging behind the German Shepherd. They wore uniforms and carried Type 56 semi-automatic rifles in their hands.

Upon seeing the situation before them, they reacted instantly, moving in unison to raise their weapons and training the dark muzzles directly at Lin Yang.

At this moment, the two parties were separated by a distance of over two hundred meters.

Unfazed, Lin Yang shouted at the top of his lungs, "Are you people planning to rob me of my game, too? Carrying such fine weapons and refusing to hunt for yourselves, yet scheming to steal from ordinary citizens—have you no regard for the law?!"

"Even if I die, I'll fight you to the bitter end! Today I want to see which of you dares to lay a finger on me!"

He deliberately projected his voice so that everyone around could hear clearly. It gave the distinct impression that the two sides were on the verge of a fierce confrontation, a hair-trigger situation where the slightest careless move could spark a disastrous exchange of gunfire.