"Li Minrong, I'll fuck your mother."
Snapping back to reality, Liu Tiezhu immediately cursed.
He never dreamed that being called to a meeting at the economic cooperative would actually be a trap.
Even more unexpected was that, having no grudge against anyone at the cooperative, Li Minrong would stoop so low as to frame him without caring about her reputation.
"My mother's buried deep in the mountains. If you're not afraid of ruining your dick, go ahead and fuck a pile of dirt."
Li Minrong looked utterly indifferent, then tore open the other side of her top, fully exposing her firm breasts.
After finishing, she quickly rushed over and hugged Liu Tiezhu, screaming even louder.
Liu Tiezhu slapped her across the face.
"I'll fuck your mother, you bitch. Have you no shame at all?"
Taking the slap, Li Minrong still wore that same indifferent expression.
"What shame does a widow like me need?" she said nonchalantly.
Liu Tiezhu's eyelids twitched wildly, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he shoved her away.
"Fuck your mother, I've got no beef with you. Why the hell are you framing me?"
"Blame yourself for pissing off the wrong people."
"Even if I didn't do this, some other woman would."
"So don't blame me."
The moment she finished, the door to the room was violently kicked open by militia members.
"Freeze! Hands on your heads, squat down!"
Seven militiamen burst in, rifles aimed at Liu Tiezhu's head.
Seeing them, Liu Tiezhu knew Zhang Jingyang was behind this.
"Fuck your mother, Zhang Jingyang, you bastard framed me!"
"I'll fuck your whole family, I'll fuck your ancestors!" Liu Tiezhu roared.
"Shut up, Liu Tiezhu!"
"Raping a women's committee director? You're asking for a bullet."
Li Decheng, the cooperative's director, said coldly with a stern face.
"Fuck your spicy hotpot, you bastards ganged up to screw me over!"
"I'll fuck your daughter-in-law, I'll fuck your sister!"
Knowing they'd conspired against him, Liu Tiezhu didn't hold back, cursing freely.
In that moment, murderous intent stirred within him.
Li Decheng's face turned black with rage, pointing to the next room. "Tie him up and drag him in there. I want to see how he fucks my daughter-in-law."
Soon, Liu Tiezhu was taken to the room and tied to a chair.
Li Decheng locked the door behind him.
"You little bastard, you've got some nerve, raping a cooperative cadre in broad daylight—"
Liu Tiezhu cut him off loudly.
"I raped your mother's spicy hotpot."
"You bunch of motherfucking idiots, you know damn well what you've done!"
"You can't handle this. Go get Zhang Jingyang."
"Little bastard, who do you think you are?"
"You think I'll just go fetch Zhang Deyang for you?"
Li Decheng said coldly, pulling out a hammer.
"You're having a good time cursing, wanting to fuck my daughter-in-law? Let's see if you still can."
Here, he called the shots. Even if he killed Liu Tiezhu, no one would bother him.
In the 1980s, roughing people up was common. Beating Liu Tiezhu would be for nothing.
"Li Decheng, I'll fuck your ancestors. Try hitting me with that hammer."
"I guarantee you'll regret it."
Liu Tiezhu wasn't scared at all, not even bothering to respect Li Decheng.
"Fuck your grandpa, I'll hammer you today."
"Let's see what a little punk like you can do to me."
Li Decheng's temper flared, and without another word, he swung the hammer at Liu Tiezhu's chest.
"Fuck your mother's X!" Liu Tiezhu cursed.
He didn't hold back either, sidestepping the incoming hammer and kicking Li Decheng flying.
Before Li Decheng could react, Liu Tiezhu leaped up and slammed down hard on him.
The wooden chair shattered instantly, and Liu Tiezhu broke free.
"Spicy hotpot motherfucker, you want to rough me up?"
He grabbed Li Decheng and started punching him in the face.
Hearing the commotion, the militiamen outside began ramming the door.
"Whoever dares ram that door again, I'll kill this bastard Li Decheng!"
Liu Tiezhu shouted, continuing to pummel Li Decheng's face.
After a dozen punches, Li Decheng was numb but still glared fiercely.
"Keep hitting, you little punk. We'll see if you eat bullets next."
"Eat your mother's spicy hotpot."
Liu Tiezhu didn't take the threat seriously.
He grabbed Li Decheng by the collar and slammed him to the ground.
Before Li Decheng could scream, he stomped on his lower abdomen.
"Tell the guys outside to bring that bastard Zhang Jingyang here, or I'll kill you, you turtle."
Liu Tiezhu stepped on Li Decheng's face, his bloodshot eyes radiating murder.
Now truly terrified, Li Decheng shouted to the door.
"Hurry, go get Zhang Jingyang!"
The militiamen outside obeyed and ran off.
At Liu Jingshun's house, after hearing the militiaman's report, Zhang Jingyang grinned.
"That bastard's got some nerve, beating up Li Decheng?"
"I was just planning to lock him up first and find a way to kill him later."
"Now I can just have him shot."
The militiaman asked, "Should we still go?"
"Of course. Such a spectacle, how could I miss it?"
Zhang Jingyang smirked, gathered a few militiamen, and rushed to the cooperative.
"Liu Tiezhu, you raped a cadre and assaulted another."
"I suggest you put down your weapon and come out peacefully."
As he spoke, Zhang Jingyang signaled the militiamen to raise their rifles.
The moment Liu Tiezhu stepped out, they'd fill him with bullets.
"Zhang Jingyang, I'll fuck your wife."
"You broke your word, you bastard, and had these dogs frame me."
"If you dare touch a hair on my head, the silver ingots and pearls you hid will be reported to the town authorities."
Hearing this, Zhang Jingyang's face changed instantly.
"Liu Tiezhu, let's talk this out."
"There must be some misunderstanding between you and the cadres. I'm here to help."
If Liu Tiezhu reported the silver and pearls to the town, he'd have to hand them all over.
Killing Liu Tiezhu might be satisfying, but the loss would be huge.
Liu Tiezhu said, "Help your grandpa."
"Get the militia out of here, then come in and talk to me."
From Zhang Jingyang's softened tone, Liu Tiezhu knew he'd guessed right.
The bastard loved money more than life and was afraid of the silver being exposed.
"Fine, I'll come in and talk."
Zhang Jingyang gritted his teeth, trembling with rage.
But he swallowed his anger and dismissed the militiamen.
"Zhang Jingyang, did you forget the oath you swore?"
As the door opened, Liu Tiezhu stared coldly at him.
Zhang Jingyang's face darkened. "Liu Tiezhu, let's stick to business and skip the crap."
"Today was a misunderstanding. Deal with Li Minrong, and we'll call it even."
Liu Tiezhu laid out his terms.
Zhang Jingyang didn't hesitate, nodding immediately. "Fine, I agree."
With that answer, Liu Tiezhu swaggered out.
"Brother Zhang, we can't let this slide."
Li Decheng ground his molars, his face dark.
"Of course we can't."
"Just wait. I'll make sure that bastard eats bullets."
The secret of the silver couldn't leak out.
He wouldn't let Liu Tiezhu hold that over him forever.
So Liu Tiezhu had to die.