ebookland Chapter 848 Anger
Chapter 848 Anger
The Tibetan man in his forties invited Li Moer and Zhao Yunting into the house. It was too cold outside and he couldn't stand it for a long time.
When Li Moer came, she took out more than ten pounds of cotton from the space and held it in her hand. Zhao Yunting was holding a set of quilts in his hand.
After entering the Tibetans' house, Li Moer and Zhao Yunting gave the things in their hands to the Tibetans. The Tibetans were overjoyed to see that it was cotton and quilts. They didn't know what happened this year, but the temperature was more than 20 degrees lower than in previous years. The cotton clothes they used to wear were so cold this year.
The Tibetan said excitedly, "Thank you so much, my friends. How about I treat you to some hand-pulled mutton today?"
Li Moer waved his hand and said, "Brother, we came here to ask you something. I heard that there's a group of people who often go hunting Tibetan antelopes recently. Have you seen them?"
The Tibetan's expression changed immediately when he heard this. He stammered, "Hey, I saw them. They went west a few days ago. They have guns. You'd better not provoke them. They are very brutal."
Li Moer was very happy when he heard this. He finally knew their general direction. Li Moer asked again: "Brother, do you know how many people there are?"
The Tibetan thought for a moment and said, "I saw at least thirty of them that day, and most of them had hunting rifles and dogs. If you encounter them, remember to run away quickly and don't let them see you."
Li Moer nodded and said, "Thank you, big brother. We have something else to do, so we won't eat. We'll come back to eat your hand-pulled lamb when we have the chance."
The two men left the Tibetan's home and drove west to look for him. Afterwards, they carried their things and visited several Tibetans' homes. Some of them knew the source, and some provided some information.
Based on these fragmentary information, they changed direction and headed southwest.
In the distance, a two-story house stood alone. In the shed, more than a hundred yaks huddled together to resist the biting cold wind. The flocks of yaks lay on the ground, too lazy to even call.
The messy footprints in the yard showed that there were quite a few people in the house. Near the door, a glaring red spot on the white snow was so dazzling.
Li Moer frowned and pulled Zhao Yunting. Zhao Yunting stopped the car. Li Moer's mind probed into the house. Three men in the house were tied up with ropes and thrown into a corner at random. One of them was still bleeding from his thigh, and scabs had formed around it. The bleeding man had fallen into a coma.
On the kang in the inner room, a woman with her clothes torn into pieces was still struggling hard. A man with a scar on his face grinned and slapped the woman, who was less than 40 years old, in the face. The woman's eyes suddenly gleamed with gold, and her resistance weakened a little.
The man tore the lamb apart and laughed wildly. The five men in the outer room used their knives to cut off pieces of mutton and stuffed them into their mouths, while chatting in Tibetan, which Li Moer could not understand.
Of the three men who were tied up, one was unconscious, and the other two struggled hard to break free from the ropes. Unfortunately, the ropes were too strong, and no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless. They could only watch the woman being humiliated.
Li Moer was filled with anger. With a thought, a stone slightly smaller than a football appeared above the violent man's head and hit him accurately on the back of his head. Then it disappeared before it hit the ground and entered the space.
The man groaned and lay on the half-naked woman's body. Li Moer's face changed. In the cabinet behind the half-naked woman, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen stretched out her hand to get out, but the half-naked woman pinched her arm, pushed her back, and closed the cabinet door.
The half-naked woman pushed away the man on top of her, whispered something to the girl in the closet, and then quickly found clothes to put on.
Li Moer moved his mind, and two pistols appeared in his hands. He handed one to Zhao Yunting and said, "Leave one alive."
Zhao Yunting nodded and slowly walked into the house.
The five men in the room were eating and chatting when they heard a thud, and then there was no sound in the room. Their faces changed immediately, and one of the older men raised his chin to a young man, motioning him to go and have a look.