A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Life is full of unexpected encounters and changes, but the most sudden ones are often the ones that catch us off guard.

However, Gu Feng was already prepared for an adventure when he decided to visit Qiang Ji.

Therefore, once he entered the Memory Center, no matter what changes occurred, it was not unexpected for him.

That fat guy was incredibly fat, the kind of fatter the worst that could happen.

But Gu Feng knew very well that he did not know him.

Why did he show a snarling, hateful expression the moment he saw me?

Gu Feng felt that the reason was not hard to guess.

He was certain he didn't recognize the fat man.

But that doesn't mean the fat man didn't recognize him.

The fat man couldn't control his excitement upon seeing him, so they must have crossed paths before, or even suffered a great loss at his hands.

If this hypothesis is correct, then the result is already quite obvious.

He and Ding Hanhan were assassinated several times, all by assassins hired by Ding Hanhan's second uncle, Ding Lizhi, who was after her wealth.

This "secret door" is mysterious, elusive, eerie, and sinister, yet it leaves no trace, making it seem enigmatic and perplexing.

But thanks to the shrewdness of the advisor and the dedication of the queen bee, one clue after another began to emerge.

Through meticulous unraveling of the mystery, the "secret door" began to surface, pointing to Qiang Ji and the Mayu family.

Gu Feng originally thought so too.

But when he met Mayumoto and learned that Mayumoto was the president of Qiangji, that is, the boss, he had a different judgment.

If Qiang Ji is the leader of the Dark Gate, and Mayu Benichi is the leader of the Dark Gate, then Mayu Benichi couldn't possibly have no memory of him.

Because in several assassination attempts, he and Ding Hanhan not only escaped unscathed, but also caused heavy losses to the Dark Gate, and on one occasion, they almost wiped out all the assassins they sent.

Gu Feng wasn't sure if he was considered powerful in their eyes.

But if he were the sect leader, he would definitely see such a person as a thorn in his side and want to kill him as soon as possible. How could he not have any impression of him?

However, when Mayumoto saw him, she showed no surprise or hatred.

At first, Gu Feng thought he was faking it.

After getting to know him better, he realized that Mayumoto didn't recognize him and might even be completely unaware of the assassination attempt.

If that's the case, then the master of the Dark Gate must be someone else.

Besides the equal sign, there can be other symbols between the two: the strong memorization and the secret door—for example, the secret door is subordinate to the strong memorization.

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

Although Mayumoto could not possibly be innocent, he was not the person Gu Feng was looking for.

When Gu Feng arrived at Qiangji, he was still pondering how to find that person. But as the saying goes, "What you seek is often right under your nose," and the person appeared effortlessly.

Even if this fat man isn't the leader of the Dark Gate, he's still one of its leaders, and his position is definitely not low.

At the very least, he was someone who knew the truth.

Of all things in the world, nothing is faster than thought.

In just a moment, Gu Feng understood everything, and the two skilled men in suits had already pounced on him.

Gu Feng had already shown his skills to Youcai and Mayu Benyi, and as for this fat man, he must have a deeper understanding of his own strength.

Therefore, at this moment, he no longer needs to hide his abilities.

At the same time, a surge of excitement and tension welled up in his blood—because if things went wrong, he might have to massacre the secret gates today.

The two men in suits were quite skilled, and their punches and kicks were perfectly coordinated, attacking him relentlessly.

Gu Feng stood there calmly, as still as water. But just as the sharp punches and kicks were about to land on him, he suddenly moved.

Gu Feng was a master among masters, but when dealing with these vicious villains, he never cared about the demeanor of a master.

When it comes to fighting, do whatever makes it as fun as you can.

He was never picky about the weapons he used, unlike some pretentious men who insisted on using only sharp swords and precious knives.

He uses whatever he sees, such as beer bottles, ashtrays, bricks, and stones, but he is best at using bricks.

Bricks are a good thing; they're everywhere, in the wilderness, at the ends of alleys and walls, and readily available.

It's unassuming yet deadly, and easy to use—just grab it and go. No need to load bullets, unlock the safety, or spend any money. Its biggest advantage is its extreme concealment; even if the police find it on you, they can't charge you with possession of a weapon.

However, in Mayumoto's office, this grand and luxurious place had everything except bricks.

Having no other choice, Gu Feng had to switch to the crystal ashtray that was placed on the table—bigger than his head and heavier than a brick.

With a loud "bang," the man in the suit who was in the lead had already been hit on the head.

The sound was crisp and loud, and the effect was good. The guy immediately splattered blood, his head was broken and bleeding profusely, and he fell backward.

The other man in the suit missed his kick and, realizing the danger, immediately tried to retreat.

The ashtray that Gu Feng was swung around so fast it was dazzling and hard to tell what was real, had already smashed squarely into his thigh before he could retract it.

After a scream of agony, the man in the suit also fell to the ground, gloriously and tragically—Gu Feng had broken one of his legs.

The ashtray, made of crystal, is indeed very useful.

However, Gu Feng felt that using gold to make a toilet was a waste of resources!

The fat man was shocked and furious to see his two men being knocked down in the blink of an eye. He shouted a few times, and then a number of men in suits rushed in through the door.

However, they weren't as stupid as those two guys from before. As soon as they saw that the other person had a weapon, they immediately pulled out their long knives and short clubs and pounced on him.

Gu Feng was a maniac; the more people there were, the more excited he became, not afraid. Seeing a sharp knife coming at him, he used the ashtray to knock it down, while his other hand grabbed the man's hair.

The immense arm strength lifted the man off the ground, and with a flick of the wrist, he slammed him onto the wooden shelf displaying various antiques and collectibles.

With a loud crash, the wooden frame collapsed. It was made of mahogany, sturdy and durable, and the frame itself didn't break apart, but the antique vases and porcelain pieces on it were smashed to pieces.

"Waaaaah—" Mayumoto finally snapped out of her daze and started yelling and screaming at the fat man.

The fat man wouldn't back down either, spouting gibberish in a language that turned the two into a cacophony of arguments.

While the commotion was raging over there, Gu Feng was also having a good time fighting on his side. He wasn't as merciful or restrained as he usually was when dealing with these outcasts.

He brandished an ashtray with a fierce flourish. The dozen or so men in suits who entered were all armed with short knives and daggers, all extremely sharp, yet they couldn't get close to Gu Feng.

The ashtray in Gu Feng's hand, if it's not used, it's fine; but if it is used, it will definitely splatter blood.

In just a few minutes, there were already quite a few men in suits lying on the ground, their heads smashed open by him.

Mayumoto's relatives stood far away, dumbfounded as this refined man, holding an ashtray, ruthlessly slapped down one person after another, like a demon.

In a daze, the ashtray in his hand transformed into an octagonal meteor hammer.

Seeing their companions fall one by one, the remaining ones began to show fear, hesitant to step forward for fear of harming the innocent.

They had never encountered such a powerful ashtray before!

They dared not step forward, but Gu Feng was not to be outdone.

The ashtray in his hand drew a magnificent arc in the air, and he was about to rush over and start snapping away.

"Bang--"

A deafening gunshot rang out, a hole appeared in the ceiling, and the floor-to-ceiling ocean view window shattered.

The sea breeze rushed in with a "whoosh," making it difficult to keep the air out...