After a few days of deadlock, in the end, the family was separated according to Mrs. Li's will and original plan. The third wife was still bullied as she said. The Li family's houses still live in the original ancestral house, but they take care of their daily livelihoods and operate their own businesses, without contact, and each house lives its own life behind closed doors.

Yun Ting's pregnancy has been more than nine months and is about to give birth, Zhaohai has found two experienced midwives to live in the house early, everything is taken care of, just waiting for the birth of the newborn.

On this day, she often wore a Buddha green gauze jacket at home, specially tied a dark iron thread gauze skirt with a modified and loose waist, covered with a Korean cotton quilt, and leaned on a chaise longue to bask in the sun on the pavilion. Zhaohai sat on the verandah chair beside her and read a book of poems softly, although it was winter, but the warm sun spread on their eyes and eyebrows, making people forget the complicated situation, leaving only a piece of gentleness and quiet. In fact, since the separation, Zhaohai and Yunting have lived a stable life for a few days, while Zhaonong and Zhaoshen, who are in Foshan, seem to have experienced a baptism of rebirth.

In the dimly lit inner room, there was a row of black clothes hanging in an orderly manner, Zhao Shen easily took off a set, he took off the police uniform on his body, stuffed a special pocket pistol on the gun rack into his waist, changed into black clothes, and covered his face with a black square scarf, and in an instant, he turned himself into a night ranger who flew off the wall. He pushed open another door in the inner room, this door was a secret door from an unmanned corridor to the outer wall of the British and French garrison headquarters, the only person who knew this secret door was a person nicknamed "Falcon Eagle" lurking inside the headquarters, Zhao Shen had never seen him, but the message was always quietly sent to the Iron and Blood Hoe.

This night was the meeting point for all their efforts, and after ten minutes, Zhao Shen had already left the dark passage and was prostrate in the place they had set up, waiting for the message of the meeting between the inside and the outside, his eyes scanning the surroundings from time to time to see if any suspicious people appeared.

A car drove in and stopped in front of the building of the headquarters. The door opened, and by the light a young woman in a Western-style trench coat stepped out of the car, dressed in black, with a green web hanging from the brim of a black straw hat, and an emerald the size of a fingernail on the net, which shimmered in the light. The net was two or three yards long, and it was draped over the shoulders like a scarf.

Zhao Shen hid in the dark and watched the movement ahead, and the guard team of dozens of people at the entrance of the building had already come to the young woman, led by the burly British captain Second Lieutenant Chad. They respectfully welcomed the young woman into the building, and Zhaoshen wittily dodged the two squadrons to patrol and inspect all night, just waiting for the "cuckoo" three long and two short secret whistles.

"Coo-coo-coo-coo-" The cuckoo call finally sounded, and this tactful tone sounded like a natural sound to Zhaoshen.

He bent his waist and spun around, and a moment later he saw Lu Jingfu, who was dressed in the same costume as him. Lu Jingfu's sharp eyes looked around the arsenal, they exchanged gestures, Zhaoshen took out the pocket pistol on his waist, loaded it with a special muffler, and the two of them quietly sneaked under the sentry......

When a blast sounded like a cannon salute in the sky, it meant that the plan for a surprise attack on the arsenal had been announced.

At this time, more than 1,000 British soldiers and hundreds of security guards rushed to the arsenal with live ammunition on fire, and the hoe gang daredevils who had been lying in ambush at the head of the wall for a long time jumped down from the wall one by one like divine soldiers from the sky, and fought with the British soldiers in an instant.

The flaming Allied Command was blazing, and the sound of the guard whistle was endless, and the roar of battle rendered all the anger and hatred under the night sky......

Until the window of the headquarters building in the distance stood a graceful woman, with a cigarette between her white and slender fingers, spitting out curling smoke from the cherry mouth of the red balsam, and a charming smile at the corner of her mouth......