After seeing Jill and Polina off, An Moxue thought she could spend the afternoon leisurely with a pot of tea and a book, but unexpectedly, the doorbell rang while she was having a late lunch.

An Moxue put down her chopsticks and got up to open the door. To her surprise, it was Anthony who came.

An Moxue leaned against the door, not inviting Anthony into the house.

Anthony was surprised that An Moxue wouldn't even let him into the house, but he also felt that it was to be expected.

"Mr. Anthony, what brings you here?" An Moxue didn't want to waste her time on him; she hadn't finished her lunch yet!

Anthony asked with a slight smile, "Miss Giddo, why is it like this? You won't even let me in the door." He hadn't expected Giddo to be so unfriendly to him; she hadn't been like this before!

"Oh! Is that so? Do you have to be clear about this? What did your Popov family do to me? Don't you know? You expect me to treat you with courtesy? What a pipe dream!" An Moxue's eyes were full of disdain. She had no choice but to add fuel to the fire since they were too slow.

A hint of unease flashed across Anthony's face, then he said nonchalantly, "What did Miss Giddo say? I don't understand."

"Oh! Since you choose to continue being stupid, then continue. Just don't come near me. I'm afraid stupidity is contagious." An Moxue turned around and closed the door.

Anthony stared at the closed door, his gentle expression vanishing, replaced by a palpable aura of menace. He gave the door a long, hard look, then turned and got into his car.

He didn't expect that she would find out about the Popov family's investigation into her affairs. It seems that he can't win her over with gentle persuasion, so he can only force her. She really won't listen to reason and will have to drink the penalty cup!

That evening, three people arrived at An Moxue's house. As soon as they entered the courtyard, An Moxue knew they were there. The three men crouched low as they entered the courtyard, exchanged glances, and gestured to each other, deciding on their next move.

An Moxue sat in the living room and called out, "Friends, come in! Don't keep me from sleeping."

The three people looked at each other, wondering how they had been discovered. Now that they had been found out, they stopped hiding and rushed straight into the house.

The first person opened the door and came in. An Moxue fired a shot, hitting his right leg.

None of the three men expected that such a delicate young lady would have such marksmanship. A moment's hesitation meant a significant setback. The second and third men were shot in the right leg by An Moxue, and the shots were almost identical. Their original purpose for coming tonight was just to get her hair, but they never expected to be shot and injured by her.

The three men felt deeply humiliated. She was just a little girl. Despite their gunshot wounds, they attacked her.

Unbeknownst to the group, their neighbors had heard the gunshots and called the police.

This was exactly what An Moxue had anticipated, and it was also part of her plan. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fired the gun. With so many methods at her disposal, which one wouldn't work? She just wanted to show her claws and let some people know, so that they wouldn't think she was easy to bully and that everyone would want to take a bite out of her.

An Moxue didn't give the three people time to react. She kicked them repeatedly as they surrounded her, knocking them unconscious.

She found a rope, tied the three people up, and then calmly picked up the phone and began dialing the police.

"Hello, is this the Puda Street Police Station? I need to report a crime. An intruder has broken into my home and is attempting to murder me. My address is No. 9, Lane 2, Puda Street. The intruder has been apprehended. Please come quickly."

"Okay, miss, don't worry, the police are on their way and will be here soon."

Has someone called the police?

"Yes, it's your neighbor."

"Thank you, I will thank him tomorrow."

"You're welcome."

An Moxue hung up the phone and had just taken a few sips of tea when the doorbell rang.

An Moxue went outside and invited the police in. When the police saw the three people who had been shot and were unconscious, they didn't know how to describe it. They had never seen someone commit a crime and then be knocked unconscious by the homeowner.

An Moxue cooperated with the investigation and produced a gun license to prove that she had fired the gun legally in self-defense.

After investigating, the police took the three people away. They were a bit helpless, and they even had to call a doctor to treat their gunshot wounds. What a mess.

Meanwhile, Popov's steward waited until dawn but the three men didn't return to report. Sensing something was wrong, he told old Popov what had happened.

It seemed that anything involving Jido would go wrong, and Popov couldn't help but wonder if that girl Jido possessed some kind of magic, or if she was protected by a shaman god, making her untouchable.

When Anthony learned of the failure, his anger intensified. He said to old Popov, "Grandfather, let's find some more capable people. We won't fail next time."

"Yes. Send more people." The grandfather and grandson were still in a gloomy mood because of the loss of the family treasure, and the bad things were not going well for An Moxue, so they were in a bad mood.

"Grandfather, don't worry, I'll make arrangements. I'm sure I won't fail next time."

When An Moxue woke up in the morning, she learned that it was her neighbor who had called the police. She was carrying a delicate little basket filled with homemade cookies when she knocked on her neighbor's door.

A serious-looking middle-aged man opened the door. "Excuse me, miss?"

An Moxue smiled sincerely, "Hello sir, my name is Jiduo, and I am the owner of the house next door. Thank you for calling the police last night. This is a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."

An Moxue handed him the basket, but he didn't accept it. Instead, he said in a serious tone, "It's nothing. Obeying the law is something everyone should do, especially when you hear danger and call the police. Miss, you don't need to worry about it."

An Moxue offered the basket again, but he still didn't take it. Just then, a woman's voice came from inside the courtyard, "Valengin, who are you talking to? Aren't you going to invite them in to sit down?"

The man turned around, his serious expression softening, and said gently, "She said she was a neighbor from next door who came to thank me."

At this moment, the woman had already walked to the man's side and said to An Moxue, "It's nothing. We're just glad you didn't blame us for calling the police. There's no need for thanks."

An Moxue looked at the woman and said sincerely, "No, your small act of kindness may have saved me from dire straits. I must thank you. These are some cookies I made myself, please accept them."

An Moxue handed the basket over, and this time the woman took the basket and said, "Would you like to come in and sit down, get to know each other? We'll know each other from now on, and we can sit together often."

"No, it's time for me to go to school. It'll be the same whether I sit here or not. By the way, Madam, my name is Jido. You can just call me Jido."

“Okay! My name is Krine.”

As An Moxue walked back after delivering the gift, she could still hear Krine scolding Valentin: "Valentin, can you stop always wearing that boring face? Do you think everyone else is like me? That they can tolerate your rigidity?"

"Okay, I'll change it next time."

An Moxue shook her head and smiled. What an interesting couple.