Xia Xiaoqing was learning new moves from Du Xinwu, while Yu Deshun wasn't idle either. He thought that Xia Dage's niece couldn't hold the scene alone and needed to find a few more formidable characters to support her. After some deliberation, he finally thought of someone - Ma Lao Wu, the patrol officer from the inner city police station.

  Doing this line of work, it's inevitable to come into contact with people in power. Yu Deshun and Ma Lao Wu became acquainted in just such a way. They can't be said to have a deep relationship, but they often move in the same circles during holidays and festivals, with good cigarettes and liquor at their service. Unless absolutely necessary, Yu Deshun really didn't want to ask him for help, but now it's truly come down to that.

  Ma Lao Wu's father is a car factory owner, and his four brothers are all doing well, they can be considered local tyrants, both black and white can be settled, more importantly, it is said that the Ma family has some past grievances with Chen Zikun, with this reason, then he should be invited to come out even more.

  Yu De Shun personally took the invitation card and ran to the police station to invite Old Man Ma to dinner. Although he was usually a big shot, as soon as he arrived at the police station, he had to behave like a grandson, bowing his head and greeting everyone he met. After waiting in the corridor for over an hour, Old Man Ma finally summoned him.

  As soon as he entered the office, Yu De Shun took off his hat and bowed: "Greetings to Master Wu."

  Ma Lao Wu, dressed in police uniform, sat behind the office desk without wearing a police hat. His oily head was covered with hair wax, shining brightly. On the desk were three packs of Taiwan cigarettes, and he had one in his mouth, but didn't light it up. He asked leisurely: "Isn't this Feces Wang? What brings you to find me?"

  Yu De Shun hastily stepped forward to help Ma Lao Wu light his cigarette, and smiled: "It's not a big deal, it's been a long time since we've had a chance to get together with Master Wu. I wanted to find an opportunity to express my gratitude. Tonight at Zheng Yang Lou, the seats are all booked."

  Ma Lao Wu's face suddenly looked much better as soon as he heard it was Zhengyang Building, which is the best restaurant in Beijing. Yu De Shun, this stingy kid, usually doesn't spend money easily, but today he suddenly treated everyone to a meal, definitely because he wants something from him.

  "Alright, I'll definitely go over tonight." Old Ma Wu said with a smile, and then called the orderly to come in and say: "Cancel all those appointments for me tonight."

  "Thank you, Fifth Master. You're busy, I won't disturb you." Yu De Shun bowed again and left, feeling delighted in his heart. Since Magistrate Ma was willing to help, this matter was probably already won.

  Yu De Shun went home and changed into a long gown and a horse cloak, carefully washing his face with fragrant soap to remove the foul smell from his body. He then brought along the account book and two capable brothers, hailed a rickshaw and rushed straight to Zhengyangmen Restaurant, where he booked a luxurious private room, ordered the most expensive dishes and finest wines, and even bought several boxes of Three Cannon Brand cigarettes to place on the table, quietly awaiting the arrival of Master Ma Wu.

  At six o'clock, Ma Wu came as promised, bringing eight of his men to the banquet. These eight were his trusted followers, known as the Eight Golden Guards, each one a formidable figure. The waiters at the restaurant took extra care in serving them, not daring to be even slightly negligent.

  After three rounds of drinking, Yu De Shun brought up the matter of Chen Zi Kun occupying his own toilet. Ma Lao Wu was outraged and scolded Chen Zi Kun for being ruthless and disregarding the code of brotherhood, pounding his chest and saying he would take care of this matter himself.

  "Thanks a lot, Fifth Master, for your timely help!" Yu De Shun raised his wine cup and took a sip first.

  This drink made him dizzy, and when it was time to pay the bill, Yu De Shun couldn't help but frown. Fortunately, he had prepared enough money in advance, or else he would have had to go home to get some, how embarrassing that would be.

  This is not the end, after drinking, it's natural to have some small programs. Wu Ye's subordinates said they wanted to go to Ba Da Hutong to play, and De Shun's face immediately changed color. Ba Da Hutong is not comparable to Zhengyang Building Restaurant, everything eaten and drunk is clearly priced, but there it's a bottomless pit. Don't look at the name of the king of dung, in fact, there are not many hands on the money, and Ba Da Hutong has never been there before.

  Ma Lao Wu said: "It's been a long time since I last strolled through the Eight Great Hutongs. Let's go together, old Yu, and I'll treat you."

  Yu De Shun had no choice but to sacrifice himself to accompany the gentlemen, calling a few rickshaws to send the police officers to Ba Da Hutong, sending the sewage workers back to sleep, and accompanying them alone was enough.

  The Eight Great Hutongs are the land of Beijing's brothels, filled with courtesans and prostitutes. Ma Lao Wu is a regular customer, familiar with every nook and cranny, and he enters one of them with ease. The madams are all seasoned veterans who have seen it all, nine police officers and one small boss, who knows better than anyone how to make money? And yet, the best tobacco, tea, and opium are served generously, while the flower-like girls are at the mercy of the police officers' whims.

  Yu De Shun secretly cursed his bad luck, today he's going to lose big time. He steeled himself and let loose, even calling over a girl to join everyone for drinks and cards. Four people at the table, three cops against one king of crap, it'd be weird if he didn't lose. After playing cards all night, he ended up losing over 500 yuan, sweating bullets. If he loses any more, he'll have to pawn his pants.

  It's almost time, Ma Lao Wu lazily pushed the cards in his hand and said: "It's getting late, there are things to do tomorrow, let's take a break."

  The cops each took a girl and went to sleep, Yu De-shun went to settle the bill at the counter, accompanying wine and playing cards. One girl was one dollar, and overnight was two dollars, for a total of ten girls, which is thirty dollars. There were also expenses for cigarettes, wine, tea, and tips for the old madam and turtle public, totaling forty dollars with some change.

  The flowers didn't cost much, but Wang's heart was bleeding. His money wasn't swindled or cheated from others, it was earned by the hard work of his fellow laborers, one scoop at a time. This kind of extravagant waste of money was unprecedented for him.

  But then again, in order to keep the anus safe, spending more money is worth it!

  It was already 12 o'clock when he returned home, his wife had prepared a foot bath for him and helped him massage his shoulders. She said softly: "Tonight, Yan Dage came over, Master Yu from the martial arts hall heard about this matter, he said that one stroke cannot write two 'Yu' characters, tomorrow someone will be sent to help."

  Yu De was delighted in his heart, Yu Zhongkui and Chen Zikun had a good relationship with Liangzi, the old man came out, and the chances of winning increased by several points. However, the headache also came, the people from the martial arts hall were not easier to deal with than Ma Lao Wu, and several hundred silver dollars went out again.

  Just as he was thinking about his worries, his wife spoke up: "Head of the household, you're deploying troops and making a big fuss, why didn't you go over there to investigate first? Are they really going to snatch our business? It's not like the rickshaw pullers and the sewage workers are related in any way."

  Although acknowledging that his daughter-in-law was right, Yu De Shun still stubbornly said: "You're just a woman, what do you know?" He had made up his mind that tomorrow, when they arrived at the destination, he would first try to reason with them and then take action if necessary.

  ……

  The next morning, Xia's father and daughter arrived early. Xia Xiaoqing was wearing a lotus-colored martial arts uniform, with her waist tightly tied and a pair of tiger-headed boots on her feet, exuding a sense of agility and vigor all over her body. Xia Shifu, on the other hand, wore a long gown, looking more like a school teacher than a performer.

  After a while, the people from the martial arts hall also arrived under Yan Zhiyong's leadership. They were all in high spirits, with shaved heads, wearing thirteen taobao's short and neat uniforms, with handy gadgets at their waists, such as three-section staffs and nine-section whips. The two groups met at the entrance of the manure factory, Yu Deshun stepped forward to greet them, asking why Yu Zhanqiu and his master hadn't come.

  Yan Zhiyong said to Master Yu and others that they would go first, and Yu Deshun understood in his heart. Yan Zhuangui was a big shot, on the same level as Wu Ye, and he had to make a last appearance. He took the martial arts school's brothers and sisters and Xia's father and daughter to a nearby large teahouse. Each person had a bowl of rotten meat noodles to eat first, and after eating their fill, the capable men from the fertilizer factory were also ready. There were more than 30 people in total, all of them sturdy young men except for Xia Daguang.

  While having dinner at the tea house, something unexpected happened. A brother from the Wu family teased Xia Daguai with two sentences and was immediately rewarded with two crisp slaps, which were so severe that his front teeth almost fell out. If it weren't for Yu Deshun's mediation and Yan Zhiyong's intervention, they would have had an internal conflict before even leaving their master's place.

  A group of people rushed to the Zi Guang Car Factory, at this time the workers in the factory were still washing and having breakfast. Chen Zikun said with a thick accent, "Move out the wing room for the drivers to stay, and provide them with meals twice a day, including rice, noodles, and pickled vegetables." Just as they were eating, a worker rushed in shouting: "It's not good! Those sewage workers have come again, and they're carrying their tools!"

  Chen Zikong was furious: "Yesterday's bill hasn't been settled with them yet, and they dare to come to the door looking for a fight. Brothers, get ready!"

  Yesterday's fight was inexplicable, Wang Songliang was beaten as soon as he went out, and then the two of them fought each other, but in the end, no one knew why they started fighting. Chen Zikun was still angry today, and before he could go to the sewage plant to cause trouble, those people came to his door first. How can this be tolerated?

  Yu De Shun and his group came over with a menacing attitude, blocking the main gate of the Zi Guang Car Factory. The carters held wooden sticks and stood opposite them, but the power ratio was greatly uneven. There were only seven carts in the factory, and even with two shifts, there were only fourteen carters, plus more than half of them didn't live in the factory. Even if Xue Ping Shun and Chen Zi Kung joined in, they would still be outnumbered three to one.

  Enemies meet with red eyes, the comrades of the dung factory fight for their livelihood, the brothers of the martial arts hall fight for revenge for their master's defeat, in the midst of excitement, who still cares about reason, shouting and rushing forward, Yu De Shun can't hold back.

  But these vanguard rushed quickly, and were defeated quickly. They had just rushed to the door when they retreated like a tide, then Chen Zikong came out of the gate with a smile, holding a box of cannonballs in one hand and a hammer in the other, his eyes gleaming with killing intent as he aimed the black muzzle at the crowd.

  "Early in the morning, you brought people here. Are you planning to dismantle the Ziguang Car Factory?" Chen Zikong asked with a calm tone.

  Yu De Shun was about to speak when a martial arts apprentice shouted: "You've got guts, don't pull out your gun, let's see who's the real deal in a fight."

  Chen Zikong snorted: "What's the big idea? You come to my door with your rods and demand that I not use a gun. Whose rules are these?"

  Everyone was speechless and had nothing to say in response.

  Chen Zikong was even more arrogant, standing at the door with two box-shaped cannons and a large golden knife, as if he were a single man holding off a million men.

  Suddenly a loud noise shook the air, Chen Zikun felt a shock in his hand, and the tiger's mouth was slightly numb. The box cannon almost fell out of his hands.

  Then he saw a tall and slender big girl walking out from behind the crowd, saying to him: "Just now my hand was slightly off, and you were blinded by one move."

  This young woman was precisely the one who used universal glue to stick Chen Zikun onto a stone bench and single-handedly fought off three hoodlums.

  And the one who shot the box was this big girl's hidden weapon, two gold coins with extremely sharp edges, exactly the same as the gold coins that appeared in the Ma family house.