Chen Zikong never thought of resolving the matter peacefully from the moment he entered Ma's house. The Ma family is a local tyrant, not a good kind of people. To deal with them, one must be even more ruthless and shameless than they are!

  Old Master Ma had just spoken harshly, and Chen Zikun also sneered: "If you don't hand over the person, no one will have a good time!"

  "Bang!" Ma Shihai slammed the wine cup to the ground, and the white porcelain wine cup with a longevity peach pattern turned into countless fragments.

  He smashed his cup as a signal, and the idle thugs and bodyguards lurking outside immediately rushed in.

  Chen Zikun was well-prepared and suddenly jumped up, grabbing Li Jingzheng, the honored guest of the Ma family. Ma Lao Wu quickly pulled out his gun, but Chen Zikun's silver-headed ebony chopsticks flew out and hit him right on the wrist, causing him to cry out in pain.

  Li Jingzheng was a veteran of the military, and in his early years he worked at the Nine Gate Patrol Headquarters. Later, when the Qing dynasty established the modern police force, he was transferred to the Inner and Outer City Police Headquarters. After the fall of the Qing, the Police Headquarters was renamed the Beijing Municipal Police Department, but the people and the office remained the same. Li Jingzheng rose from the rank of police lieutenant to police captain, but his physical skills were no longer as sharp as they had been in the past, and he had also put on some fat around his waist.

  Chen Zikun grabbed him, and Li Jing was subconsciously thinking of pulling out his gun. He had a Belgian-made revolver holstered on his belt, with a reddish-brown leather holster and six yellow-orange bullets inserted, which were quite intimidating to others in the past, but unexpectedly became a tool to intimidate himself today.

  Chen Zikun's hands were much faster, and with one swift motion, he drew the flower-mouthed pistol from its holster, wiped it on his waistband, loaded it, raised his hand and fired two shots in rapid succession, scaring everyone out of their wits. When they looked again, the flames of the two large red candles on the hall had been extinguished!

  What a divine gun! No one dares to move forward.

  Chen Zikun wrapped the gun around Li Jingzheng's neck, aiming at the crowd, and with his other hand, he pulled out a glass bottle from his pocket, bit off the broken cloth on the mouth of the bottle, and poured the liquid inside onto Li Jingzheng's head and body.

  A strong smell of kerosene!

  This kid actually poured kerosene on Li Zheng, he's crazy!

  Chen Zikun wasn't crazy, he had long since figured out the situation in the house. Old Master Ma was a seasoned old fox who had seen it all and wouldn't be intimidated by him. The five young sons of the Ma family were also not enough to take on Chen. After some thought, he decided that this high-ranking police officer with stars on his collar would be the most suitable target. He was an official, so he must be afraid of death. He was a guest, and the Ma family wouldn't dare to act rashly for fear of offending him.

  After pouring the kerosene, Chen Zikun dropped the bottle and pulled out a match, a Japanese-made red-headed match with a cedar stick. He casually found a place to rub it and lit it up. Li Jingzheng was so scared that his face turned white. He had come to celebrate his birthday in peace, but how did he end up being tied up?

  "Hero, there's something good to say, say it!" He tried to calm down his emotions, but the kerosene dripping from his hair made him unable to calm down no matter what.

  This is a bit too much, you'll become a human torch yourself, even if you throw someone into a water tank, they can't be saved. Damn it, what kind of thing is the Ma family doing? Taking concubines is one thing, but why provoke bandits? You've provoked them, and now you're still provoking them, and in the end, I'm the one who's unlucky. What's going on here?

  Li Jianzheng cursed in his heart, and Old Master Ma was also cursing. The sixty-eighth birthday celebration, which should have been a joyful occasion, had been turned upside down by that live bandit. Now they'd even tied up Li Jianzheng and doused him with kerosene - this was going to be a heavenly lantern!

  To be honest, Ma Shi Hai has never been afraid of anyone since he was young. In the city of 49, even the most arrogant masters would have to be polite and courteous when they came to Ma's place. It's all about face and benefits. But this young master in front of him completely overturned Ma Shi Hai's decades of life experience. Alone and unarmed, with just a bottle of kerosene, he dared to barge into the Ma family's ancestral hall in the southern part of the city, demanding to see the newly acquired concubine of the master. At the slightest disagreement, he tied up a high-ranking police officer from the Imperial Capital Police Department, poured kerosene on him, and snatched his gun. This is not just mixing with gangsters, this is rebellion!

  Ma Shihai was completely at a loss, and Li Jingzheng had come to pay his respects on his own birthday, being the red person of the police department. If something were to happen in his own mansion, the Ma family would be finished for good. This was even more serious than being slapped in public and having his concubine snatched away.

  Old Master Ma, who had been mixed up for a lifetime, was actually speechless at this moment.

  Chen Zikun wanted exactly this scene, and he said with a big smile: "Sir, I'm sorry to trouble you. We're reasonable people and wouldn't resort to this unless absolutely necessary. Please judge for yourself - the Ma family stole my wife and set up an ambush at the Hongmen banquet. I had no choice but to ask you to be a shield for me. If not, after things are settled, I'll come visit you again to apologize, or perhaps you could put in a good word with Old Man Ma and get him to release my wife?"

  Li Jing's nose was crooked with anger, what kind of twisted logic is this? He suppressed his fear and rage, and said to Ma Shi Hai: "Old man, listen to my advice, take a step back and the sea will be wide open, let's not bother with him."

  Ma Shi Hai's face was clouded with worry, his hands swiftly rotating a pair of iron gauntlets. At this moment, the house and courtyard were packed to the brim with people, all holding their weapons at the ready, waiting for his command to chop the thieves into minced meat. But he dared not give the order, nor could he do so.

  Those bandits have guns in their hands, and their marksmanship is deadly accurate. If a fight really breaks out, they will definitely take the Ma family's old and young as the first target. Is it really worth causing several deaths at the birthday banquet just for a concubine?

  Forget it, just bear with it this time. Ma Shi Hai waved his hand: "Someone, go and bring that little cheap thing here!"

  Several servants went to the back house, but when they arrived, they found that the back house was also in a state of chaos. The bride, dressed in red wedding clothes, was covered in blood and frantically waving scissors, while a group of old women tried to hold her back but couldn't.

  "This is a mess! The old master has encountered a calamity star today." Several subordinates exchanged a glance, expressing their heartfelt sighs.

  The New Year is approaching, and firecrackers are being set off everywhere. The Ma family's mansion is so big that even if two shots were fired inside, no one would notice. A tall black figure quietly approached the back wall of the Ma residence, scaled it with a few swift movements like a cat, looked around for a moment on top of the wall, pulled out two meat buns and tossed them down. The two watchdogs rushed over to devour the buns, completely ignoring the black figure floating down from the wall.

  ……

  Chen Zikong was making a big fuss in the Ma residence, while Zhao Dahan and others were also taking urgent action. Baoqing first ran to the front gate police station to find his father and ask for help.

  Xue Xunzhang was called a patrol officer, but that was just a polite term. In reality, he was only the lowest-ranking patrolman and had to take orders from others, so how could he be of any help?

  "Ma Lao Wu is a police officer, and there are always two third-class patrolmen guarding the door of his house every day. It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I really can't." Xue Xunzhang sighed, he was heartbroken for Xiaoyu, this little girl, he knew his son liked her, but as a police officer, he had seen many things and deeply understood the reality.

  Baoqing stomped her foot and went out the door, running into Xiao Shunzi and Guoer.

  "Everywhere has been searched, the smoke house, the gambling den, the wine cellar, but there is no sign of Chen Sanpi anywhere." Little Shunzi said breathlessly.

  Bao Qing punched the tree and said angrily: "He must have taken the money and hidden it."

  Just then, Zhao Dahai hurried over and everyone asked him: "Brother Dahai, has your master arrived?"

  Everyone knows that Zhao Dahai has been learning boxing since childhood, and he is a disciple of the Eagle Claw Fist master, Beijing's famous escort master Zhao Xichen. In his early years, he walked from Beijing to Kulun with an escort, and for over a decade, he never lost a single hand. Later, with the rise of telegraphs, railways, and postal services, the escort business plummeted, and Master Zhao retired and started teaching apprentices at home. His name in Beijing is also quite renowned, and all those who mix in the jianghu must give him some face.

  Everyone looked at Zhao Dahan eagerly, but he shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, Master has gone to Baoding to visit relatives."

  "What's going on!" Baoqing anxiously turned around in circles, suddenly picked up a broken brick from the ground, "I'll fight them to the end!"

  "I have an idea!" Guo suddenly said, who had been silent all along.

  Guo Er is fourteen years old this year, brought up by his sister, and has a deep affection for Xing Er. He was clever since childhood, even the private school teacher praised him as a literary genius, but later due to lack of money at home, he was sent to work in a grocery store as a young apprentice, and because he wasn't diligent enough, he was fired and returned home.

  "What should we do?" Baoqing asked with a worried expression.

  "Follow me!" Guo Er hastily pulled her leg and walked, with everyone closely following behind. They arrived at the Huashi Clinic inside Xuanwu Gate. At this time, it was not too late, and the clinic had not yet closed. Guo Er pushed open the door and entered, kneeling down on the floor of the examination room, kowtowing to the Western doctor wearing a white coat with a loud thud.

  "What's wrong with your mother?" Dr. Stanley knew Guo Er, knowing that he was the son of one of his own patients, had the patient's condition taken a turn for the worse?

  "It's not my mother, it's my sister! Master, please save my sister!" Guo'er continued to kowtow like a pestle, each knock landing with a loud thud, leaving bloodstains on the hard brick floor.

  "Your sister? What's wrong with her?" Dr. Stanley grabbed Guo'er, not letting him continue to kowtow. This boy's sister was called Xing'er, and Dr. Stanley had a deep impression of her - she was a beautiful and gentle big-braided girl, exuding the shyness and kindness typical of an Eastern girl.

  "My sister was sold by our father to a 70-year-old man as his concubine! We have no way out, only you can save her!"

  Dr. Stanley's face turned red with anger: "In the 20th century, people are still buying and selling human beings? How absurd! Come on, take me to see."

  As he spoke, he took out a Colt revolver from the drawer, opened the cylinder to check it, six bullets were all there, he grabbed another handful of bullets and stuffed them into his pocket, put the gun in his waistband, turned around and picked up a cowboy hat from the wall and stuck it on his head.

  "Old Shawn, this may not be Texas, but every righteous cowboy will not tolerate the existence of evil." Dr. Stanley muttered to himself in front of the mirror.