A cold wind suddenly entered the warm hall, and everyone couldn't help but shiver. But what made them even more frightened was the unexpected guest standing at the door.

  This guy's head is really high, using Western measurements, it's over six feet tall. He wears a black and yellow dog skin hat with fur more than three inches long. His body is wrapped in a shiny sheepskin coat, with a wide belt tied tightly around his waist, showing off his slender waist and straight back, looking particularly spirited. Below that, he has on a pair of yellow woolen horse-riding pants, and leather boots with metal buckles, making everyone in the room gasp in shock!

  This isn't the usual attire of a Beijing man, only foreign Han men wear this kind of dog skin hat, and yellow woolen horse pants aren't something ordinary people can wear. Everyone knows that's an officer's uniform to match with riding boots. This mixed outfit reveals only one identity: a bearded man from outside the pass.

  Bandits are just bandits, it's not peaceful outside the pass, old Mao and little Japan have been fighting back and forth, bandits are rampant on the ground, producing good shooting skills and brave heroes, but those are all things that happened north of Shanhai Pass, how did they end up at my old horse's house?

  "Hello everyone, brothers don't change their names when they sit down, the great hero of Guandong is here, Double Guns and Fast Legs Little White Dragon at your service. Don't be afraid, I'm here to celebrate a birthday. You, in the police uniform, put your hands on the table, don't touch your gun, or there will be misunderstandings."

  As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the house was silent, with only the crackling sound of charcoal burning in the white copper stove.

  Ma Lao Wu had originally wanted to go and feel the gun, but after hearing what others said, he quickly put it on the table. He deeply knew the ferocity of these outsiders from beyond the pass, who could shoot without aiming, saying they would hit your left eye and not your right eye, that was a skill honed by feeding bullets, his own small ability to bully bandits was still okay, but in front of the bearded men he didn't dare show off, otherwise he might end up being the first to be shot, getting a bullet to the head would make anything taste bad.

  Old Master Ma was still calm, he had seen too much in his life, the Eight-Nation Alliance, the Boxers, Yuan Shikai's Beiyang Army, Zhang Xun's Queue Troops, and five emperors: Xianfeng, Tongzhi, Guangxu, Xuantong, and even a fake emperor Hongxian. What hadn't he seen? A small bandit from outside the pass was nothing in front of Old Master Ma, not even worth mentioning!

  The old man coughed dryly and stood up, still holding a cup of wine in his hand, his wrist not moving at all, that was a calmness.

  "Hero, since you've come, you're a guest. Sit down and have a drink of wine. Wang Ma, bring out the cups." The old man's demeanor and bravery made everyone yield to him, and their hearts were slightly calmer.

  The servant brought over a chair, presented chopsticks, spoons, wine cups and bone dishes. Chen Zikun didn't hesitate, sat down, picked up the wine cup and poured it full himself: "Old Master Ma, congratulations on your longevity, I'll drink first to show respect."

  With a loud gulp, the wine went down his throat. He picked up the silver-headed ebony chopsticks and vigorously beckoned to grab that large piece of meat. Everyone looked at each other in dismay, thinking that this bandit must be a reincarnation of a starving ghost.

  Chen Zikong didn't care about that, he ran a lap around the Fragrant Hills today and his legs are almost broken from exhaustion. He hasn't eaten all day, if he doesn't fill his stomach soon, forget about fighting, he won't even be able to run.

  Taking advantage of the bandits' distraction while eating, Old Master Ma signaled to the servant to go out and call for reinforcements. As Wang Ma went out, everyone felt a sense of relief. Li Jingzheng thought that as an officer in charge of law enforcement in Beijing, he should say something to ease the tension, so he took out a pack of Three Cannon Brand cigarettes and asked with a hint of pride: "Hero, would you like a smoke?"

  "Draw, why not draw." Chen Zikun took the whole box of cigarettes and brought it over. He was quite polite, first offering one to Ma Shihai, then to each person present, and finally to himself. He patted his body and muttered, "I didn't bring a lighter."

  Li Jing was just about to take out his own matches, but he saw that the bearded man stood up and walked to the white copper stove in the center of the room, opened the lid of the white iron pot on it, and under everyone's gaze, actually stretched one hand into the blazing furnace, and took out a piece of fiery charcoal.

  "Come on, old man, I'll give you a light." Chen Zikun's expression didn't change as he pinched the charcoal fire and handed it directly to Old Man Ma. Everyone smelled the scent of burnt skin and their faces couldn't help but change color.

  Ma Shihai was secretly worried, this set of things is not rare, the thugs in Tianjin Wei play more fiercely than this, but they only dare to self-inflict, the route of the good fellow in front of him he admitted that he couldn't understand, so he lit a cigarette by the charcoal fire.

  Chen Zikun continued to hold the charcoal fire to light everyone's cigarettes, the charcoal burning his palm with a sizzling sound, but he still had a smile on his face, was this guy even human?!

  After ordering a round, Chen Zikong finally ordered for himself, but still held the charcoal in his hand and muttered: "I have a heavy taste, today's dishes are not very flavorful."

  He said and threw the charcoal into his mouth, and actually started chewing vigorously.

  Everyone looked on in horror as they heard the sound of him crunching on charcoal coming from inside the house, and finally he even washed it down with a mouthful of wine.

  At this moment, Chen Zikun was also uncertain in his heart. This was the first time he had done a solo deal, and before that, he had only heard the big brothers in the gang talk about similar stories. Today, he was pretending to be clever by using the real technique of grabbing charcoal with his hands, without any fake moves. Everyone present were well-known thugs in Beijing, and playing tricks on them would definitely not work.

  It's scorching hot and painful, but I still have to put on an indifferent face. It's really a kind of torture. But now that things have come to this point, there's only one way to go about it. If I don't make a big show of it to intimidate them, I'm afraid I won't even get the chance to speak.

  The Ma family has a notorious reputation, with five brothers as fierce as wolves and tigers, and dozens of thugs and bodyguards. Chen Zikun is all brawn and can only fight for a few nails, even if he rescues Xing'er, provoking the Ma family will make his life unbearable, so he can only use his wits and not resort to force.

  He lowered his head and ate the dishes fiercely, drank wine fiercely, and unexpectedly made the old and young of the Ma family at a loss. Ma Shihai's face was unpredictable, and he finally couldn't help but speak: "Hero, since you have this intention, I, surnamed Ma, will not be polite either. Come on, bring a set of travel expenses for the hero."

  A servant came with a tray, on which were thirty silver dollars, a stack of Chinese banknotes, worth at least one hundred and ten dollars. This amount of money should be more than enough to send off a bandit.

  That little white dragon with dual guns and fast legs didn't even give a glance, continuing to eat and drink heavily. Ma Shi Hai's face turned darker, and he gave Lao Wu a signal with his eyes.

  "Listen up, kid! If you've got something to say, spit it out! Don't try to intimidate me! Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Old Five slammed his hand on the table, causing the wine cups and chopsticks to shake. He suddenly stood up, balancing on one leg while resting his right hand on the wooden box of the pistol, his eyes fixed menacingly on Chen Zikun.

  Chen Zikong was gnawing on a chicken leg, eating with gusto, completely ignoring Ma Lao Wu. After finishing the chicken leg, he wiped his hands on his leather jacket and calmly said: "When I first arrived in Baodi, I didn't visit your mansion, which was my mistake. But you also shouldn't have taken my wife who hadn't even crossed the threshold yet! The hatred of killing my father and stealing my wife, if I could swallow this anger, would I still be a man?"

  At this, he suddenly burst into fury, his voice like a crack of thunder, and with a slap of his massive palm on the table, all the cups, dishes, and chopsticks shook, even spilling wine from the large white porcelain cup in front of Ma Shihai.

  Ma Lao Wu was startled and nearly pulled out his gun, his hand already halfway there, but he was intimidated by the fierce glint in Chen Zikun's eyes.

  Ma Shihai finally understood what was going on, he was so annoyed, the second child was too unreliable, even buying a daughter-in-law could bring about so many troubles, why provoke someone, and had to provoke a big bandit.

  But what made him even angrier was that this outsider dared to be so arrogant on his own turf. What's wrong with bandits? I've seen plenty of them, and when I was fighting against the Eight-Nation Alliance, you little brat didn't even know how to play in the mud yet. No matter which faction's hero you are, once you set foot in Beijing, it's either the dragon that coils around me or the tiger that lies down for me.

  He thought the other party was just coming to make a scene, at most asking for a hundred or two hundred yuan and then leaving. If that were the case, the Ma family wouldn't have made a fuss, after all, it's better to resolve conflicts than to create them. But the other party actually came to demand his newly wedded concubine, which was an insult. Ma Shihai had lived for almost 70 years and what he wanted most was face. If someone were to snatch his new wife away at a banquet, then from now on, no one with the surname Ma would be able to show their face in Beijing again, it would be too humiliating!

  Thinking of this, the old man slowly got up and asked his second son: "Second child, how did I teach you? How did you start bullying men and women?"

  Father and son are connected at heart, Ma Lao Er naturally knows what his father means. He hastily pulls out a deed of sale from his bosom and says: "Dad, you're wronging me to death! This is a clear contract with red fingerprints - I bought this girl from her father Chen San Pi. Even if we take this case all the way to the Imperial Court, we'll still be in the right!"

  Ma Shi Hai looked at his second son with satisfaction and said, "Hero, you also heard that our family has never done such things. As for what you said about your wife who hasn't entered the door yet, is it with parental orders and matchmaker's words?"

  This remark left Chen Zikun speechless, he said that Xing'er was his own unmarried wife, but just wanted to suppress others in terms of reason, did not expect to be trapped by himself, the other party had a contract for buying and selling people, while he could not produce a marriage certificate.

  "Hahaha" Chen Zikun laughed loudly towards the sky, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing, and the Ma family was left bewildered.

  The laughter stopped abruptly, and Chen Zikun said coldly: "Damn it, do you think I'm a good citizen who eats vegetarian food and recites Buddhist scriptures? If there's a parental order or a matchmaker's words, I'd still be sitting here chatting with you guys? I'd have burned down your noble mansion long ago! My son and Xiang'er are in love, and we're about to take her to the border to enjoy life. What kind of dog is Chen Sanpi to sell his daughter? I don't like nonsense, so I'll ask you one question: will you hand over the person or not?"

  Ma Shihai glanced out of the window and saw people's shadows flickering outside. He knew that reinforcements had arrived, and his confidence greatly increased. He coldly said: "What if you don't hand over?"