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Wang Fugui led Sun Hu to the front of his tent.
"Sun Hu, wait for me a moment. I'll grab two bottles of liquor," he said, disappearing inside the tent. He soon emerged with two bottles of Erguotou, smiling as he handed one to Sun Hu. "Let's have a drink together."
Sun Hu accepted the bottle, nodding with a smile. He enjoyed drinking, but after days on the mountain with barely enough food, alcohol had been out of reach. To his surprise, Wang Fugui had stashed away two bottles; it was just what he needed to quench his thirst for liquor.
The two men each carried a bottle as they left the clearing where the villagers had gathered. Wang Fugui walked ahead while Sun Hu followed closely behind until they reached a secluded spot on the northern hillside.
Wang Fugui found a large rock to sit on and patted the space beside him, inviting Sun Hu to join. Once Sun Hu settled down next to him, they both opened their bottles and began drinking while engaging in casual conversation.
"That Lao Liu dared to argue with me. I grabbed a shovel and swung it at his leg; that old man fell to the ground begging for mercy, haha!" Sun Hu boasted between sips, recounting tales of his past exploits.
Wang Fugui chimed in with flattery, praising Sun Hu's prowess.
Before long, Sun Hu's bottle was empty. His face was flushed, his eyes glazed over and barely open, and his speech became slurred.
Wang Fugui turned his head to scrutinize Sun Hu with narrowed eyes and called out tentatively, "Sun Hu, brother. Sun Hu, brother."
But Sun Hu seemed not to hear him at all, completely unresponsive.
Realizing that Sun Hu was thoroughly drunk, Wang Fugui slowly stood up and walked behind him while holding the liquor bottle aloft. With a sudden swing, he brought it crashing down onto the back of Sun Hu's head.
With a dull thud, the bottle shattered instantly, and Sun Hu's body collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut, falling lifelessly to the ground.
In street fights, it's rare for anyone to target the back of an opponent's head unless they intend to end their life. The skull at the back is thin; a blow there can damage vital centers responsible for breathing and heartbeat, potentially leading to instant death.
Wang Fugui's strike with the bottle was clearly meant to kill. Now, with Sun Hu lying motionless on the ground like a dead dog, there was no sign of life left in him.
Wang Fugui quickly walked up to Sun Hu, picked up a stone from the ground, and struck him on the head a few times. After confirming that he was completely lifeless, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
There were two main reasons for killing Sun Hu.
On one hand, Wang Fugui had long noticed that Sun Hu came to the mountain with empty hands, taking food and shelter from other villagers. With food in short supply and panic spreading among the people, keeping someone like him around—who only consumed resources without contributing—was of no benefit.
On the other hand, by eliminating Sun Hu, the village bully, Wang Fugui could establish his authority among the villagers. As a member of the Dragon Ridge Village Committee, he already had considerable influence in the village, but that was under normal circumstances. In this apocalyptic world, the concept of a Village Committee Member had lost its meaning.
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