A passing traveler through the heavens

Sitting in the living room, Song Zihao quietly looked at Xiao Ma, who had fully recovered.

In that instant, time seemed to flow backward, and memories of the past surged into his mind like a tide, taking him back to the days when he and Xiao Ma roamed the world and dominated the scene.

"Brother Hao! Thanks to Brother Lin, my injuries are finally fully healed! The old Xiao Ma is back!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, Xiao Ma suddenly opened his arms and hugged Song Zihao tightly.

Feeling Xiao Ma's warm embrace, Song Zihao's eyes welled up with tears.

In Song Zihao's heart, there was always a deep sense of guilt towards two people. Besides his younger brother Song Zijie, the other person he felt he owed the most was Xiao Ma.

Back then, in order to help himself get revenge, Xiao Ma unfortunately lost a leg.

Seeing Xiao Ma recover and become as energetic as before, Song Zihao's joy was beyond words, even surpassing that of anyone else.

"Thank you, Brother Lin! I'm so grateful that you helped Xiao Ma heal his leg..."

Song Zihao looked at Ji Lin with gratitude and bowed deeply to him.

Faced with Song Zihao's earnest thanks, Ji Lin quickly smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing and there was no need to be so polite.

The next morning...

Following a meticulously planned operation, Song Zihao, Xiao Ma, and others quietly arrived at the secret hideout of the counterfeit money ring.

At this moment, Xiao Ma has rediscovered the spirited feeling he once had as Brother Ma.

He quietly lurked outside the counterfeit money ring, holding his breath and patiently waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Persistence pays off. After waiting for a while, Old Chen, the master craftsman in charge of counterfeiting money, finally came out from inside.

When Old Chen returned, Xiao Ma quietly followed behind him.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ma swiftly pulled a pistol from his pocket and pressed it against the other man's lower back without hesitation.

At the same time, Old Chen, who was walking, seemed to notice something unusual and slowly turned around.

When he realized that the person who came was Xiao Ma, a look of surprise instantly appeared on his face.

However, Xiao Ma didn't give Lao Chen much time to react. He remained silent and pressed himself tightly against Lao Chen's back.

At the same time, he slightly turned his head and gestured to Lao Chen, indicating that he should quickly open the door of the counterfeit money group.

Faced with this situation, although Old Chen was filled with fear and hesitation, he had no choice but to obey due to the threat of the gun.

With a creak, the door slowly opened, and the two men walked into the counterfeit money ring one after the other.

As soon as he stepped inside, Xiao Ma immediately held a gun in each hand and steadily aimed at everyone present.

In an instant, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence, and no one dared to make a move.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ma scanned the area with keen eyes, then fixed his gaze on one of the masters and gave a loud command.

"Quickly, bring me the computer tapes used to manufacture counterfeit money!"

Upon hearing these undeniable words, the craftsman trembled, nodded nervously, and then quickly walked towards where the tapes were stored.

At this moment, Old Chen, who was standing to the side, saw Xiao Ma's resolute and decisive actions and couldn't help but lower his voice to remind him.

"Little Ma, you'd better think this through. Doing this could cause a huge mess!"

But Xiao Ma remained unmoved, his eyes still fixed on the front, and his grip on the gun never loosened.

Seeing this, Old Chen knew that saying anything more would be pointless, so he silently shut his mouth.

Not long after, the craftsman rushed back with a box containing computer tapes. Xiao Ma took the box and stuffed it into his clothes without saying a word.

After doing all this, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the gun in his hand remained in a state of alert.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly stopped, turned to look at Old Chen, and said softly, "Thanks..."

Just as Xiao Ma stepped out of the counterfeit money ring, he keenly sensed a series of hurried footsteps and shouts behind him.

Looking back, he saw a group of menacing security personnel rushing towards him aggressively. These security personnel were all armed and clearly did not intend to let Xiao Ma escape easily.

Without saying a word, the security guards raised their guns and began firing wildly at Xiao Ma.

In an instant, gunfire erupted, and bullets rained down on Xiao Ma.

However, Xiao Ma was no pushover! Faced with such a dangerous situation, he quickly drew two gleaming pistols from his waist and launched a counterattack with lightning speed.

Perhaps it was the protagonist's halo that made Xiao Ma seem like a god of war, wielding two guns and moving nimbly through the hail of bullets.

Every time the trigger was pulled, the target was hit precisely, and the enemy fell to the ground.

Just as the intense firefight was taking place, Song Zihao, who had been keeping watch outside, arrived just in time.

He drove a motorcycle into the battlefield. As he sped along, Song Zihao fired his gun, instantly killing the few remaining security guards on the scene.

Xiao Ma was overjoyed to see Song Zihao coming to his aid.

He seized the opportunity and forcefully threw the important cassette tape hidden inside his clothes, which flew accurately towards Song Zihao.

With quick reflexes, Song Zihao caught the tape steadily and gestured for Xiao Ma to get in the car.

Xiao Ma understood immediately, leaped onto the back of the motorcycle, and the two of them accelerated and sped away, leaving behind a mess and a group of furious security personnel.

After a thrilling chase and escape, Song Zihao and Xiao Ma finally managed to shake off the enemy's pursuit and arrived at a deserted corner.

After stopping his motorcycle, Song Zihao took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then took out his phone to dial the number of Tan Cheng and his gang.

The call was quickly answered, and Tan Cheng's gloomy voice came through: "What do you want?"

Song Zihao gave a cold laugh and replied, "Tan Cheng, you want the tape back? Then come to the dock in person with two million US dollars to exchange it with us! Remember, you can only come alone, or you'll bear the consequences!"

After saying that, Song Zihao hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

Immediately afterward, Song Zihao dialed Ji Lin's number. As soon as the call connected, he said succinctly, "Brother Lin, everything has been taken care of."

Upon receiving the news, Ji Lin did not dare to delay and immediately began to arrange for his subordinates to make meticulous preparations.

As night fell, a pier on Hong Kong Island was unusually quiet, with only the soft sound of waves lapping against the shore.

However, at this moment, the dock was already heavily surrounded by Ji Lin's men and the Flying Tigers, so much so that it was completely blocked.

In a corner of the pier, Song Zihao and Xiao Ma stood leisurely together, each with a cigarette in their mouth.

The cigarette butt glowed and dimmed, and the smoke it emitted rose in wisps, swirling and intertwining in the air.

They waited quietly for Tan Cheng to appear, a tense atmosphere filling the air.

Time passed by, and finally, Tan Cheng arrived at the dock on time as agreed. He walked slowly, his steps steady yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible vigilance.

When he saw Song Zihao and Xiao Ma, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Upon seeing this, Song Zihao raised his pistol without hesitation, pointing it directly at Tan Cheng, and coldly said, "Hand over the money first!"

Tan Cheng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile, and then he forcefully threw a box full of banknotes at Xiao Ma.

Xiao Ma nimbly caught the money box, opened it, and quickly checked it. After counting, he confirmed that there were exactly two million US dollars inside, not a penny less.

At the same time, Tan Cheng stared intently at Song Zihao and asked in a somber tone, "Where's the tape? Where is it?"

Song Zihao replied expressionlessly, "I have already handed the tape over to the police."

Upon hearing this, Tan Cheng's face instantly turned extremely ugly. Just then, he suddenly noticed that Song Zihao seemed to be slightly distracted because of the mention of the tape.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, he swiftly drew a pistol from his waist and fired at Song Zihao without hesitation.

A crisp gunshot pierced the night sky, and the bullet struck Song Zihao squarely in the shoulder.

Song Zihao groaned, the intense pain making his body tremble, but he did not back down.

Instead, he endured the pain and quickly pulled the trigger, returning the shot to Tan Cheng with equal accuracy. The bullet struck Tan Cheng's shoulder, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

Ji Lin, who had been waiting outside, heard the sudden gunshot and immediately waved his hand, leading his men like a tidal wave rushing towards the center of the dock...

(Thanks to Mr. Mo from Yangzhou for the small gift of flowers...)