With the sentries taken care of, things would be much easier.

  Stephen had observed clearly during the day that four rooms were occupied, with a woman residing in the one furthest to the side. If these people were truly good, then Mrs. Adler should be inside.

  Stephen moved slowly along the corner of the wall towards that room.

  Just as Stephen was about to reach the window, a commotion erupted from behind the house.

  "Come on, your husband's dead anyway, what's wrong with spending a night with me?" A sleazy and arrogant voice carried from there. Stephen's heart leaped upon hearing this, and he hurried to the back of the house.

  A man and a woman were standing behind the house. The man, wearing a black coat and sporting a large belly, reeked of alcohol, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

  And the woman, Stephen recognized instantly, was the very Mrs. Adler he was looking for!

  Stephen was overjoyed. He had found her so quickly; it seemed almost effortless.

  Mrs. Adler looked deeply distressed, seemingly deaf to the man's words, simply wrapped in a blanket and weeping. Seeing that Mrs. Adler didn't respond, the man brazenly started getting handsy!

  Stephen couldn't stand it any longer. It seemed these people were no good. If that was the case, then he would act directly.

  He surveyed the surroundings. The area was open, and just a few steps up the hill was the horse tether. He just had to quickly deal with this guy to get Mrs. Adler out of here.

  Stephen took a deep breath and charged out, drawing his knife.

  The distance between them wasn't far. Stephen's charge was quick and fierce. The man was clearly unprepared for Stephen's sudden appearance, his rat-like eyes widening in surprise.

  Just as Stephen reached him, the man frantically reached for his waist, intending to draw his sidearm.

  Stephen naturally wouldn't give him the chance.

  He first reached out with his left hand and pinned down the man's drawing hand, pushing the half-drawn revolver back into its holster.

  Then, he reversed his grip on the long knife and used the hilt to strike the man's chin from below, stifling the shout that was about to escape his lips.

  Several teeth flew through the air. Stephen's blow was powerful and heavy, knocking out a mouthful of teeth.

  Then, he swiftly shifted position, slipping behind him, covering his mouth from behind, and drawing the long knife across his neck, promptly cutting open his throat.

  *Whoosh*

  Just as Stephen was about to strike, the sound of something cutting through the air came from afar. Stephen instinctively grabbed the man in front of him and used him as a shield.

  The man finally let out a cry of agony. Stephen looked down to see a black arrow firmly embedded in his shoulder.

  Stephen broke out in a cold sweat. Had he not reacted quickly, that shot would have been the end of him.

  *Whoosh*

  Another arrow came, this time aimed directly at his head.

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  Stephen kicked the man away, then deflected the arrow with his knife, running towards the archer.

  "Mrs. Adler, it's Stephen! I'm here to save you, run while I cover you!"

  As he passed Mrs. Adler, he urgently shouted, telling her to run.

  Mrs. Adler stared blankly at Stephen's back, seemingly not having fully processed what was happening.

  Now that he had been discovered, there was no need to hide.

  Stephen drew his revolver in his left hand and immediately opened fire, sending two bullets towards the black fat man who had shot the arrows. The man seemed somewhat fat, but his movements were also quick, directly rolling towards his side and dodging these two shots.

  "Damn, it's a racial gift of camouflage."

  Stephen couldn't help but curse upon seeing this. The guy was too dark, and he couldn't see people at all on such a night. Stephen had completely fired the two shots blindly, and naturally couldn't hit them.

  Fortunately, he still had a knife. In the split second that the guy was dodging, Stephen had already rushed to his side.

  With a long knife raised high in his hand, he chopped down at this guy's head and face.

  This guy was still squatting on the ground. Seeing the long knife hacking over, he hurriedly drew the dagger from his waist, held the dagger in both hands, and actually took the powerful knife head-on.

  But Stephen could tell that he didn't feel good either. With this knife, he directly knelt on one knee, and the knife almost chopped his shoulder. Stephen had no intention of fighting him like this, and directly pulled out the knife, turned around, and took another knife.

  The man gritted his teeth and stubbornly took Stephen's three knives in a row with the long knife in his hand. Seeing this, Stephen was also shocked in his heart. He had really never seen anyone who could take his three knives in the two years he had been here.

  Stephen leaned his body backwards and raised his feet to kick this guy's stomach directly, kicking the black fat man out. Then, with the reaction force, the whole person rolled backwards on the ground, then stood up and ran directly towards other houses.

  There was no time to entangle with him, he had to buy time for Mrs. Adler to evacuate.

  When he passed the pile of bonfire just now, he directly grabbed a burning firewood from it and threw it towards other houses.

  He wanted to create as much chaos as possible.

  Two people rushed out of the house. Stephen directly stepped forward and kicked one of them over, and then punched a fat man holding a gun to death.

  Just as he was about to add a knife to kill these guys, a strong palpitation came. He hurriedly rolled and dodged, only to hear a sound. No, several gunshots came, and a man standing opposite was aiming at him with a revolver.

  This guy fired too fast! Stephen looked back and saw three bullet holes neatly arranged on the wall behind the place where he had just stood. The bullet holes were in a straight line, only a few centimeters apart. It could be seen that this person had a strong control over the pistol in his hand.

  "Boy, you better not move, or you won't be so lucky with the next shot." The man shook the revolver in his hand and said with a hint of provocative smile, "Oh, really?" Stephen replied, while observing the man. This guy was wearing a blue coat, wearing a black cowboy hat, and the revolver in his hand was also a very ordinary cowboy revolver. It looked unremarkable.

  When did so many people appear near here? Stephen thought silently in his heart, the person with this kind of marksmanship could not be an unknown person.

  "Boy, do you want to try, you were just lucky just now, next time..." The man looked at Stephen holding a knife and threatened.

  Before he finished speaking, Stephen jumped directly and rushed towards the man directly, and the pistol in his hand fired at the same time.

  Stephen knew that to deal with such a person, he couldn't give him a chance to shoot, only to strike first!

  Stephen didn't just fire these two shots casually, but fired them to the left and right of this person.

  Such a sharpshooter can know where your bullet is fired by just the subtle position changes of your muzzle. The person on the opposite side naturally knew it. So he didn't dodge at all, but shot directly.

  What Stephen wanted was for him not to dodge!!

  If he dodged, who would Stephen cut with this knife!

  A hot bullet directly hit Stephen's left arm, and blood spurted out immediately. Stephen bit his teeth and took this shot, but the long knife in his hand did not shake at all, and cut straight towards this guy's neck.

  The guy on the opposite side also obviously noticed this, and hurriedly raised his left hand and wanted to sacrifice his left hand to save his life. But how could Stephen let him run away with this knife that exchanged injury for life?

  The blade reached his arm one step ahead of his arm, and seeing that this guy was about to die.

  "Stephen, stop!!"

  Suddenly, a hoarse female voice reached Stephen's ears.

  Hearing this familiar voice, Stephen subconsciously stopped the knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife stopped on this guy's neck.

  A small cut appeared on his neck, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down.

  As long as Stephen's long knife goes down a little bit more, this guy's neck will have a big opening.

  The person who shouted was naturally Mrs. Adler, she hurriedly ran over and grabbed Stephen's hand: "You're mistaken, they saved me, they're not enemies!!"