Chapter 50 Baylor
Abao has been mute since birth, and has been much stronger than his peers since childhood. As he is strong, he eats more naturally. Abao's father is a hunter, and it was with this hardship that Abao was raised. After he grew up, he was recruited by the Changtu Chamber of Commerce to make a living with Ma Changtu. In the forests and snowfields of the Northeast, Abao and his son are well-known for their fighting, violence, and loyalty.

Ma Changtu was very satisfied with Abao. Even though he knew that Abao had just beaten three Japanese pirates and thrown them out of Yanghong Garden, he did not take it to heart. He finally persuaded Abao's father to agree to take the risk to explore the painted snowfield. Letting Abao come to Fengtian alone was both a handle and a reward. Regardless of whether Abao's father could come back or not, Abao had to be won over and Abao should not be allowed to have any grudges because of such a trivial matter.

Ma Changtu turned to look at Hua Rong and the waiter standing by: "Hua Rong, go and arrange a few tables of hard dishes. And you all, go home."

Zheng Wenjie walked downstairs briskly and glanced at the lobby. There were more than a dozen people blocking the door. Zheng Wenjie laughed and sat casually on a chair. He stayed on Turing's face for a while and looked at Abao. No, he looked at Ma Changtu who was completely blocked by Abao's figure.

"Chairman Ma, where did you find this brave general? Wow, he has a very strong body. Can he tear the Japanese apart with his bare hands?" Zheng Wenjie was still gesturing with his hands.

Ma Changtu patted Ah Bao with a smile, walked in front of Ah Bao and looked at Zheng Wenjie, as if he was not the one who got angry on the top floor just now: "Master Zheng is the overbearing one, he kills my people whenever I say so, Gong Yutian often does things just to the point, but you who stand up for the Gong family are really ruthless."

Zheng Wenjie glanced at Ma Changtu's old face, stood up, put one foot on the stool and began to take off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed at Ma Changtu with one hand: "Old man, I won't play tricks with you. To tell you the truth, I don't plan to let you go out alive today."

Ma Changtu laughed and sat in the seat in front of Abao. He ignored Zheng Wenjie and looked at Turing: "Dear guest, what do you think of what this little fool said? Do you think it's funny or not?"

Turing glanced at the arrogant Zheng Wenjie and rolled his eyes at Ma Changtu: "You have to clear the area to deal with an unarmed person. He must have the confidence to be so arrogant. I am Ma Jia Turing, a third-class noble, and your affairs have nothing to do with me. Don't involve me."

Ma Changtu frowned. Although the Qing Dynasty had fallen, there was still the puppet Manchukuo. There was no need to provoke this group of old people and cause trouble for himself. Besides, he was still a citizen of the Qing Dynasty when he was in his thirties. As long as they did not block his way, he did not want to embarrass this group of old people.

Zheng Wenjie sneered: "The Qing Dynasty was destroyed, so what about the Beile? My friend, is your braid still under your hat? Otherwise, take off your hat and show it to me? What about the Beile? Now you are all dogs for the Japanese pirates."

Turing's face turned red and white, which made Zheng Wenjie laugh: "Hey, don't be a prince anymore, go sing an opera. There is a Su family troupe here, and your face-changing skills are considered a unique skill."

Turing pushed away the comprador who was trying to comfort him, stood up and walked to Zheng Wenjie angrily, pointing at him and said, "I tell you, what I, Ma Jia Turing, hate the most are the Japanese pirates, the devils. Manchuria is a shame to the Qing Dynasty. What happens to them has nothing to do with me, Ma Jia Turing."

"Ouch"

Zheng Wenjie wiped his face, waved his hand and slapped Turing, knocking him to the table beside him. The hat with a piece of jade on it was also knocked off, revealing a long braid, and the fruits and snacks on the table were scattered all over the floor.

Zheng Wenjie looked at Turing's slowly swollen face and angry eyes expressionlessly: "If you want to talk, just talk nonsense. If you don't agree, cut off your thick and black braids and overthrow the puppet Manchukuo that makes you feel ashamed. You flaunt your status as a beile in this Northeast area. You have to endure the benefits and scoldings. Don't yell at me. Get out of here."

"Abao!" Ma Changtu shouted coldly. He continued to speak when he felt Abao taking a step closer to him, "Cripple one of his hands and teach this fool a lesson. Let him know that he can't just say anything casually."

"Oh my, I'm so scared, old man." Zheng Wenjie looked at Ma Changtu with disdain and sat back in his chair. Abao gestured to the people blocking the door to come in. More than a dozen people in black cotton jackets took out guns from their belts and surrounded Ma Changtu. Ma Changtu frowned and felt a little flustered, but he still said calmly: "Abao, your father hasn't come back yet, what are you going to do!"

Zheng Wenjie put on his suit jacket slowly and said, "I wanted to deal with you myself, but after thinking about it, I decided not to. Ah Bao's father has always been thinking about you."

Ma Changtu sat sprawled on a chair, confused as to why things had suddenly turned out like this: "Why, Abao, and you too?" He pointed at the gunmen surrounding him with trembling hands: "You were all raised by me."

Abao lowered his head and sighed in his heart. There was nothing he could do. It was his father who asked him to do this. Otherwise, he would have had a good impression of the old man Ma Changtu. His figure slowly stepped forward and covered Ma Changtu.

Zheng Wenjie glanced at Ma Changtu's struggling and twitching legs, curled his lips, and raised his head to look at the second floor. There, Su Wan'er, who had not yet removed her makeup, stared at Abao and Ma Changtu.

Su Wan'er held the railing on the second floor tightly. The heavy makeup on her face could not cover the sweat. She could not utter a word. She could only watch Ah Bao cover Grandpa Ma's mouth and nose until Grandpa Ma stopped breathing.

"What is your relationship with Ma Changtu? You seem very scared."

Su Wan'er was startled by the sudden voice in her ear, and turned around quickly to look at Zheng Wenjie who suddenly appeared on the second floor: "How did you get up here?"

"I walked up." Zheng Wenjie approached the fence and turned to look at Su Wan'er: "Your singing skills are really good. After just listening to a few words, I want to become your fan."

Su Wan'er kept repeating in her heart that it was a blessing if it wasn't a disaster, and she mustered up the courage to say, "Thank you for liking my play. What do you want to do by coming up here?"

Zheng Wenjie pointed at Ma Changtu's body downstairs and asked: "What is your relationship with him?"

Su Wan'er was at a loss for words. Should she tell this person the truth that she was Ma Changtu's great-niece and his only relative? No, she would be dead if she told him the truth.

"I have nothing to do with him. He invited me to Fengtian to perform. Yes, I give Yang Hongyuan a share of the profits from my performance." Su Wan'er said nervously.

Zheng Wenjie nodded and looked at Su Wan'er and smiled gently: "Don't be afraid, I don't care even if you have any relationship with Ma Changtu."

"You said these words but you didn't mean to hurt me. So what do you want me to do?" Su Wan'er asked in a low voice. She made up her mind to get away and asked the troupe to pack up and run back to Tianjin.

(End of this chapter)