A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

People are diverse.

Based on skin color, there are yellow, white, black, and brown people.

According to their state, there are only two types—the dead and the living.

But in Gu Feng's dictionary, regardless of skin color or whether one is alive or dead, there are only two kinds of people: good people and bad people.

A good person is a friend, a relative, or a lover.

The most classic definition of a bad person is simply an enemy.

Mayumoto Ichi and Mayumoto II, needless to say, are all bad guys. That's why Gu Feng showed no mercy when he tormented them.

Fan Yun—if she hadn't shown up on her own, Gu Feng would have almost forgotten about her existence, and also about the special team protecting He Qiaoqing.

To Gu Feng, this person was neither a good person nor a bad person. Because they were unrelated.

Fan Yun is a very special and interesting woman. Unlike other women who swarm around handsome men like Gu Feng like flies to honey, she doesn't fend them off no matter how hard you try.

On the contrary, she seemed to have no interest in men and felt nothing for a handsome man like Gu Feng.

Since they met, they've bumped into each other quite a few times, but she hasn't said a single word to Gu Feng. Even when Gu Feng once mustered the courage to greet her, she ignored him completely, showing no reaction whatsoever.

He'd been met with indifference. Even if the other person was as beautiful as an angel, Gu Feng decided to ignore her completely.

To his surprise, just as he was enjoying a romantic dinner with Shi Yurou that night, and it seemed like another drunken escapade was about to unfold, the woman called him.

"Foodie? I don't know him. I do know a glutton, though." As Gu Feng said this, he couldn't help but think of his senior brother, Erxi. Judging by the time, that guy should be back around now.

"I am Fan Yun, Major Fan, the leader of the special operations team." Fan Yun said irritably.

"Oh? Oh! It's you. How did you get my number? Weren't you protecting He Qiaoqing nearby? If you needed anything, you could have just come over and told me. Why did you call?"

Faced with Gu Feng's barrage of questions, Fan Yun was at a loss for words. He simply didn't answer and went straight to the point: "You're being watched."

"Hmm? Aren't you the ones spying on me?" Gu Feng said dismissively.

"I mean, besides us," Fan Yun said, his tone becoming even more aggressive.

"Huh?" Gu Feng was taken aback and looked around.

"Don't look around. He's watching you right now."

"Where is he?" Gu Feng stood up and walked to a hidden corner.

"The building across the street, sixth floor, the middle room with the lights off and the curtains drawn. Go and arrest him now."

"Hey, why don't you guys go yourselves?" Gu Feng had just shouted this when Fan Yun hung up.

Shi Yurou sensed something was wrong from Gu Feng's tone when he answered the phone, and walked over to ask softly, "What's wrong?"

"Fan Yun called and said we're being watched." Gu Feng glanced outside. "Don't make a sound. Go back to your bedroom."

Shi Yurou's face paled slightly, but she didn't say anything and obediently went back to her room.

Seeing her close the door, Gu Feng immediately went through the newly opened passage to the building in front, then climbed over the wall through the back door, crouched down, and rushed along the wall towards the building opposite.

The building across the street has an electronic security door; you have to enter a password or ring the doorbell to get in. Gu Feng didn't know how to use it, so he simply grabbed the sewage pipe on the side with both hands and climbed up like a gecko. When he reached the sixth floor, he jumped onto a balcony.

When he entered from the balcony, the whole family was having dinner in the living room. Seeing someone suddenly appear on the balcony, they were all stunned and stared at him blankly.

Gu Feng was also taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized—this wasn't the room Fan Yun had pointed to. So he said casually, "Excuse me, please continue. I was just passing by."

Then, to the astonishment of his family, he quickly opened the security door and went out to the door Fan Yun had mentioned. After confirming it was the right room, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the door with all his might.

With a loud "bang," the security door was kicked and broke in two.

The observer was using a tripod to set up a professional camera and was filming, with the lens pointing at Gu Feng's living room.

Upon seeing the menacing Gu Feng, the man was startled and tried to run away with his head in his hands. But his movements were no match for Gu Feng's legs.

Before he could escape two meters, he was kicked hard in the shoulder and back.

"Ah—" the man screamed, flying through the air and landing on the dining table, smashing it to pieces and leaving a mess. He struggled to get up from the ground.

With a crisp "snap," Gu Feng turned on the light and finally saw clearly—the guy who was secretly taking pictures was thin and bony, with narrow eyebrows and a narrow forehead, wearing glasses, and had a lewd look on his face.

This guy dared to spy on me! He's really messing with me. I need to reason with him... no, I need to use violence.

Gu Feng rushed forward, grabbed the man's collar, and slapped him twice across the face. With a flick of his wrist, the man was sent crashing into the wooden table and chairs opposite him like a leaf in a whirlwind.

Now, all he could do was hum and groan; he couldn't even utter a sound.

Seeing that he couldn't get up, Gu Feng looked around. This three-bedroom apartment actually had a darkroom. Under the dim red light, it was filled with all sorts of photographs.

Gu Feng turned on the light and carefully examined the photos. What he saw shocked him – he was the main character in all the photos.

Some had just left, some had just returned; some were alone, some were with He Qiaoqing or Shi Yurou; some were in the morning, some were in the middle of the night.

There was even a large stack of photos of him standing at the door, passionately kissing Youcai who was sitting in the car. Even the shot of Gu Feng reaching under Youcai's clothes to caress her breasts was clearly captured.

"Damn, that's perverted!" Gu Feng couldn't help but swear. He glanced around and found that this set was the most explicit, so he immediately stuffed them all into his pocket.

Then he walked out, grabbed the man's collar again, and slapped him hard across the face: "Tell me, why were you taking pictures of me without my permission?"

The man was stubborn and didn't say a word.

Gu Feng was enraged. He raised his hand and slapped him more than a dozen times, swelling both of his cheeks: "Will you talk or not?"

The man still wouldn't speak. Just then, Fan Yun walked in with his men. Seeing someone arrive, the man's eyes gleamed with smugness, clearly a challenge to Gu Feng—"I won't talk, what can you do to me?"

"Gu Feng, the family next door has already called the police. You should leave now and we'll handle this man," Fan Yun said.

Gu Feng looked at her questioningly, somewhat displeased: "Since you had already planned this out, why didn't you do it yourself?"

Fan Yun walked over and whispered in his ear, "Don't be ungrateful. I let you go first so you could put away those shameful photos of yours, so you wouldn't be embarrassed, right?"

"What do I have to hide!" Gu Feng felt a chill run down his spine, but he still insisted, "That bastard, I won't let him get away with this!"

"Alright, alright, you've beaten him up like this, you should be over it now. We'll take over this. As for the interrogation and everything, I'll send you the results as soon as we have them." Fan Yun rolled his eyes at him.

Gu Feng, too lazy to pay her any more attention, grabbed the peeping toss and dragged her onto the balcony: "This is your last chance. Tell me, why were you taking pictures of me?"

As he spoke, he lifted him up and hung him outside on the balcony.

"Gu Feng, don't do anything rash!" Fan Yun was shocked when he saw this and immediately drew his gun.

The wind howled outside, chilling the voyeur who was barely touching the ground. He turned his head and saw a group of people pointing guns at Gu Feng. He couldn't help but sneer, "I'm not talking. Go ahead and throw me down there if you dare!"

"Fine, I'll throw you down then." Gu Feng said, releasing his hand with one hand...