Seeing a foreign doctor agree to help, everyone's face lit up with joy. No matter how powerful the Ma family was, they were no match for foreigners. Xing'er would be saved!

  Everyone followed Dr. Stanley to the gate, but found that the snow was getting heavier, and a layer of snow had accumulated on the roads and roofs, with few pedestrians and vehicles, making it difficult to find a ride.

  "Foreign master, don't you have a foreign car at your place? I'll take you there!" Baoqing volunteered.

  A group of people braved the snow and rushed to Ma's mansion, Baoqing was worried about Xing'er's safety, his feet seemed to be stepping on wheels of fire, pulling the rickshaw in a frantic sprint. Zhao Dahan, Xiao Shunzi and Guoer were closely chasing behind, pedestrians on the road looked at them in astonishment, who could pull a rickshaw so fast on a snowy day, it was indeed the coachman from the foreigner's house.

  The snowflakes that had fallen earlier had frozen into a layer of ice on the ground, which was hard and slippery. Baoqing's feet slipped and he fell forward, breaking the handlebars with a loud crack. Zhao Dahan, who was following closely behind, quickly grabbed hold of Dr. Stanley, who was almost thrown out of the carriage.

  Bao Qing got up, looked at the foreigner who was staring blankly ahead, and his eyes were about to well up with tears. He stomped his foot, squatted down and said: "Foreign sir, I'll carry you on my back!"

  Dr. Stanley didn't hesitate and lay down on Baoqing's broad back, with Zhao Dahan and Xiao Shunzi supporting him from behind as they continued to rush forward in the snowstorm.

  ……

  Ma's mansion, the confrontation is still ongoing. Chen Zikong, with his big horse and golden sword, sits on a taishi chair, drinking and eating as if nothing is wrong, devouring pork head meat and chicken legs. Li Jingzheng sits beside him, trembling with fear, coal oil still dripping from his hair.

  "Everyone is moving their chopsticks, it will be cold in a while." Chen Zikun was still waving his chopsticks to greet others, the waiters had all retreated, and the people sitting next to the large round table were still the Ma family.

  The pistol was placed on the round table, but no one dared to move it.

  Ma Lao Er had already recognized that this guy was the same foolish kid who almost killed him with a knife at Tianqiao, and Ma Lao San also recognized that this little brat had called him out at the train station. Both of them had the same thought in their minds: "Isn't it fate that we've met again? This is just our destiny!"

  Ma Shihai half-closed his eyes, rapidly calculating in his mind. A good man doesn't suffer losses before his own eyes. Today is his birthday, no matter what, there can't be a bloody disaster. The other side wants someone, he'll give it to them. Beijing city isn't that big, so why worry about him running away?

  He winked at his sixth son the next morning. The sixth son was a foreign student and the most clever and adaptable among the six brothers. Father and son were connected at heart, and without needing to be told by his father, he understood.

  "Hero, I'll be right back, going to the restroom." Old Six stood up, nodded and bowed, speaking politely.

  "Suit yourself." Chen Zikun said without even lifting his head.

  Lao Liu got up and went out, didn't go to the toilet, but rushed out of the courtyard and shouted: "Prepare the car, go to the police station!"

  To deal with this bandit, we must ask the armed police to come out and take action.

  Xing'er was finally brought in, her bright red sweater torn to shreds, a bloody gash on her face that made one's heart skip a beat, stretching all the way down to her neck. Two old women, one on either side of her, grasped her hands and dragged her into the living room.

  Seeing Chen Zikun sitting at the wine table, the struggling apricot suddenly stopped moving. She knew that Chen Dage had come to save herself.

  "What's with the wound on your face?" Chen Zikun's voice was not loud, but his eyebrows were already raised.

  "What's with the wound on your face?" Ma Shihai also asked.

  The two old women were so frightened that they quickly knelt down: "Master, it has nothing to do with us. The bride wanted to relieve herself, and we just untied her. She snatched a pair of scissors and tried to take her own life, and even cut her face."

  Ma Shihai was secretly shocked in his heart, this girl turned out to be a fierce and determined woman, the second son really wasn't reliable.

  "Oh, well, if it's self-inflicted, then so be it." said Ma Shihai.

  "Fart!" Chen Zikun slammed his chopsticks down and cursed, "If you hadn't bullied others, would they have sought death?! You, with the surname Ma, if you don't give me an explanation, no one will have a good day today!"

  Ma Shihai scolded, "You little brat, you're so cheeky!" But then he said, "Yes, yes, it's our fault. Someone come and give the young lady some compensation for her injuries."

  Another tray was brought up, with two hundred silver dollars inside, neatly stacked and shining brightly.

  Chen Zikun thought to himself, "You old fox, two hundred silver dollars weigh around fourteen or fifteen kilograms. Although it's not too heavy, carrying it on me will definitely affect my agility. Old Master Ma is really cunning."

  "Who wants your stinky money!" Xing Er shouted angrily.

  "Right, with this little money you can just buy a meal! We'll settle the account later." Chen Zikun grabbed his gun and pulled Li Zhengrong up: "Sir, would you trouble yourself to send us on our way?"

  Then said to Xing Er: "Follow me closely later."

  Xing'er bit her lip and nodded slightly.

  Out of the house, more than a dozen lanterns had been lit in the courtyard, shining brightly all around. The rough men with knives and clubs stood densely, and as soon as they saw someone coming out, they suddenly made a racket.

  "Make way, make way." Ma Lao'er was lively and energetic again at this moment, loudly shouting while secretly giving a wink to one of his trusted subordinates.

  Second Master often hangs out in the Tianqiao area and knows a few skilled guys, including one known as Iron Ball Strong Seven. He's been playing with slingshots since he was young, and within 30 steps, he can hit flying birds with 100% accuracy. His slingshot is very particular, made from natural walnut tree forks and bicycle inner tube rubber. The pellets aren't actually iron balls, but are made from a type of clay that's been sun-dried for seven days, making them as hard as iron balls. They have an excellent effect when hitting people.

  Qiang Qi had been itching to show off in front of Old Master Ma for a long time, and seeing Second Master giving him a signal with his eyes, he immediately pulled out his slingshot, loaded it with a mud pellet, drew the slingshot back fully, and took aim at the bandit's hand holding the gun.

  Because he was hiding in the dark, Chen Zikun did not notice Qiang Qi, but a black shadow crouching on the eaves saw the situation below clearly. Just as Qiang Qi was about to fire, the black shadow raised its hand, and a cold light flew out of its hand. Qiang Qi let out a miserable cry, covering his wrist and jumping around frantically.

  Everyone rushed to rescue him and found that Qiang Qi's wrist was embedded with a copper coin with a very sharp edge.

  "Golden ingot!" someone who knew his goods cried out in surprise.

  They hastily looked up and around, but where could they find anyone?

  Old Master Ma was both angry and shocked. He was angry that someone had disobeyed orders and acted arbitrarily, and he was shocked that the bandits had accomplices.

  Golden Coin Dart is a type of hidden weapon, similar to Flying Locust Stone, Sleeve Arrow, and Flying Knife, which are thrown by hand to injure people. Many people in the Jianghu are skilled at playing with this, but few can play it to the point of being divine and entering the realm of the gods. No wonder these bandits were so calm, it turns out there was a master backing them up.

  Chen Zikun was also shocked, and judging from the situation, it seemed that someone wanted to secretly attack him, but was stopped by someone using a hidden weapon. The brothers in Dajianyuan didn't have this skill, could it be that tonight there were others who came to raid the Ma family?

  "Haha, you want to play dirty? Blind your dog's eyes! Who dares to move again, my brother won't be polite, and will take his life directly!" Chen Zikong took the opportunity to push the mysterious person as his own partner, intimidating the Ma family.

  The black shadow on the roof muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Hmph, who is your brother."

  This time the Ma family was completely defeated, and under the scolding of Old Man Ma, they retreated to make way. Chen Zikun held Li Jingzheng hostage and slowly walked towards the gate, with Xing'er tightly grasping his collar and following behind him. Snowflakes danced in the air, filling the Ma family's courtyard, which was packed with people but eerily silent, except for the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow.

  Finally arrived at the entrance of Ma's residence, Ma Shihai waved his hand, and the servants came forward to open the two large red lacquer doors. Suddenly, dozens of flashlight beams shone in from outside, followed by a burst of rifle bolts being pulled back. Dozens of armed police officers holding rifles had already surrounded Ma's residence.

  "My god, today's lineup is quite impressive." Chen Zikun used the muzzle of his rifle to tap his own dogskin hat, and then nudged Li Zheng: "Sir, it's time for you to say something."

  "Brothers, don't shoot, it's me," Li Jingzheng shouted weakly.

  A rough voice came from the opposite side: "Old Li, what's going on? The gun has been taken away, don't worry, I've got your back, we can't let the bad guy go."

  Li Jingzheng secretly cursed his bad luck, this was a fatal blow, and the one who had arrived was none other than his arch-nemesis Xu Guotong. The two men held the same official rank and had similar seniority, having engaged in open and secret struggles for over a decade, with countless grievances and resentments between them. Now that he had fallen into Xu's hands, he would not be able to escape even if he didn't die.

  "Lao Xu, withdraw your men. I'll acknowledge your kindness, brother. We can talk about everything else later." Li Zheng shouted, but in his heart, he thought: Tomorrow, I'll find an opportunity to get rid of you for sure.

  "That won't do, Old Li. Catching thieves and protecting the people is our duty as patrol officers. If we let the thief go, who can bear the responsibility?"

  Ma Shihai was anxiously pacing back and forth, thinking to himself that the two of you are fighting, don't drag our Ma family into this. Suddenly, he glanced at Old Six standing beside Xu Guodong and couldn't help but scold him: Usually, you're the most clever one, how come at a critical moment you become stupid? You can't find anyone else to turn to except Xu Guodong?!

  The situation was temporarily stalemate, Chen Zikun's hand holding the gun was sweating profusely. He didn't expect things to escalate to this point either. But thinking again, isn't it just a matter of life and death? No big deal, fight it out! First, take care of this big official next to him, then kill the Ma family as scapegoats, what's there to be afraid of?!

  "Bandit, surrender quickly and put down your arms. Otherwise, I'll open fire!" Xu Guodong shouted.

  "Fire at will!" Chen Zikun pulled Li Jingzheng in front of him as a shield, turned his head to glance at Xing'er, and found that she didn't have the slightest hint of fear.

  Suddenly, a loud shout came from afar: "Halt!"

  Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a few people hurrying over, with the leader surprisingly being a foreigner.

  Dr. Stanley didn't expect the scene to be so explosive, but a few dozen guns were just child's play for him after experiencing the Verdun meat grinder war. He walked over calmly and stood in front of Chen Zikun, staring into his eyes and said, "Young man, do you believe me?"

  "I believe you," Chen Zikun replied, seeing something reassuring in the old foreigner's eyes.

  "Alright, now give me the gun," Dr. Stanley said.

  Chen Zikun spun the flower-shaped pill around his finger and handed it over to the doctor.

  "Dr. Stanley turned to the patrolmen and said loudly, 'He is an American, you have no right to arrest him.'"