A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Before Su Man'er went on her business trip, she always loved to cuddle with Gu Feng in bed and chat. While feeling his strong and muscular body, she would murmur interesting questions.

Gu Feng clearly remembers a question like this: Why is someone who jumps from the sixth-floor balcony unharmed?

Gu Feng was completely bewildered by the question, thinking there was a trampoline or a swimming pool downstairs.

As a result, Su Man'er told him that since the person jumped from the balcony into the balcony, not outwards, he was naturally fine.

But now, Gu Feng really wants to ask Su Man'er: What would happen if someone were thrown off a sixth-floor balcony?

The result wasn't hard to guess.

If you're lucky, you'll die on the spot, leaving your body intact.

Those with bad luck end up half-crippled, tormenting themselves and dragging others down with them.

So the moment Gu Feng let go, the peeping man was so scared he wet himself.

He never imagined that someone could be so lawless as to dare to let him die even with several guns pointed at him.

"Ah—ah—" he screamed in despair, closing his eyes and waiting to die. But in that instant, his ankle was grabbed by another hand, and he was hanging precariously outside the balcony, like a piece of clothing that had been casually tossed aside.

The peeping man opened his eyes and saw that the man holding him was still that devilish man.

It turned out that before Gu Feng let go, he first lifted him up and swung him up. In the instant before he fell, he used his amazing agility and arm strength to grab him again.

Before the peeping man's screams had even stopped, Gu Feng grabbed him and swung him around like a circus performer.

With a lift, a flick, and a release, the peeping man flipped 180 degrees in the air before his feet were grabbed again.

Gu Feng swung his arms to the left and right, and the peeping man swung upside down.

My phone, wallet, and keys started falling off my body with a clatter.

With a "crash," he watched as his phone shattered into pieces.

He dared not imagine what would happen if the man really let go and he fell.

"Pull me up! Please pull me up!" The peeping man was completely terrified and screamed in terror.

"So, will you tell me or not?" Gu Feng asked coldly.

As for the guns behind him, he didn't care at all.

The old official Gu is no longer the ignorant fool he once was.

He really didn't care about those few broken guns.

Moreover, he was certain that Fan Yun and the others wouldn't dare to fire.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Pull me up, pull me up now!" the peeping man cried and shouted.

"Hmph." Gu Feng snorted coldly, picked him up, and threw him onto the balcony.

The peeping tom was scared half to death, and Fan Yun and the others were just as terrified.

If Gu Feng really throws someone down, they don't know how to handle the situation.

After all, human life is at stake.

By this time, it was too late for Gu Feng to leave.

Several police cars were flashing their lights downstairs, and a flurry of footsteps echoed on the stairs.

A short while later, a middle-aged police officer with two hairpins and a bar led a large group of people in.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" the lead officer shouted first.

The peeping man's eyes lit up when he saw this man, like a beaten child seeing his parents: "Uncle, save me! Save me! They beat me and were going to throw me off the building!"

"Huh? Who are you?" the police officer asked, puzzled.

"Uncle, it's me, your cousin Xia Jian, the snotty-nosed nephew!" the peeping man said with a mournful face.

Slug? And despicable? The whole audience almost couldn't help but laugh.

The officer looked closely and realized that the man, with his bruised and swollen face and one of his glasses broken, was none other than his cousin. He asked in surprise, "Xia Jian, who beat you up like this?"

"Uncle, it was him, it was him, he's the one who hit me!" Xia Jian pointed at Gu Feng, but when he met Gu Feng's sinister and sharp eyes, he trembled and withdrew his hand.

"You?" The police officer glared at Gu Feng. "Why did you hit him?"

"He took pictures of me without my permission," Gu Feng scoffed.

The police officer, Xia Jian's cousin, paused for a moment, then turned to Xia Jian: "Why were you taking pictures of him without my permission?"

"Pfft—" Even Fan Yun, a very serious person, was amused by this idiotic question.

Xia Jian looked a little embarrassed and said in a low voice, "Uncle, have you forgotten? I recently started a private detective agency."

"Oh, I remember, you mentioned those people who secretly film others' affairs," the uncle officer nodded. At this point, his deputy, unable to bear it any longer, leaned in and whispered a few words in his ear. The uncle officer then snapped out of his daze, his expression turning stern: "Regardless of who's right or wrong, get back to the station and we'll discuss it then!"

Upon hearing this, the police officers behind him immediately rushed forward to arrest him.

Gu Feng frowned upon seeing this, realizing he would inevitably have to call Chu Hanzhong or Chu Hanliang again.

But just as he was about to take out his phone, Fan Yun stepped forward and stopped the police officers: "Wait, this is not your business."

"Huh? We're the people's police. If this isn't our responsibility, who is?" The uncle officer was furious and shouted at his men, "Ignore her, handcuff them all!"

"Swish, swish, swish!" With a few soft sounds, Fan Yun's men, who had already put away their guns, drew them again and pointed them at the group of policemen.

"Hey, you dare to hoard guns? You're completely lawless!" Officer Uncle shouted, while simultaneously backing away. Clearly, despite his recklessness, he was still quite afraid of dying.

When the police saw them draw their guns, they also drew their guns and confronted them.

Seeing the situation reach a stalemate, Fan Yun had no choice but to reveal his identity, pulling out his badge and opening it in front of them: "I am Major Fan Yun of the Special Protection Team of the Special Operations Brigade. This matter involves the military and is not under your jurisdiction. You must remove your men immediately."

"Huh?" The police officer, Uncle, paused for a moment, his hand trembling slightly as he took the ID and examined it carefully. He then casually tossed it aside. "Damn, you think you can fool me with a fake ID made for a few dozen dollars? No way. Put down your gun and come back with us! Hmph, I've seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, of your kind in a year. All of you better behave yourselves!"

Fan Yun glanced at his ID card, which had been tossed into the corner, and his anger was palpable. Dealing with such an incompetent police officer was truly both laughable and infuriating.

Just then, police sirens blared again downstairs. My uncle, the police officer's deputy, beamed with joy: "Our reinforcements have arrived!"

Helpless, Fan Yun gave one of his men a wink. The man understood and quickly pulled out his phone to make a call.

A moment later, chaotic footsteps echoed again from the stairwell. A group of heavily armed police officers surged up.

The lead officer, a smartly dressed man with a stern face and an extra flower on his shoulder compared to his uncle, stepped forward and demanded, "Ma Jixiang, what's going on?"

It was only then that everyone realized that the uncle police officer, whose words and actions were both laughable and exasperating, was named Ma Jixiang.

"Captain Chung, they injured people without cause, possessed firearms illegally, and even impersonated officers!" Ma Jixiang accused the villain first.

Upon hearing this, Captain Zhong immediately shouted at Fan Yun and the others, "Who are you? Put your guns down right now!"

Fan Yun had already witnessed the barbarity and unreasonableness of the locals, so he was too lazy to even explain. He just snorted coldly and ignored them, let alone put down his gun.

Seeing this, Captain Zhong was also somewhat troubled. Although his side was fully armed, the other side also had several guns.

Although the doorway is about ten meters from the balcony, if a fight were to break out, it would be a lose-lose situation for both sides.

Moreover, among the other side, there were two people whose identities were unclear—whether they were hostages or accomplices.

The situation remained tense and temporarily deadlocked.

However, this situation did not last long.

About twenty minutes later, several military vehicles sped up on Portland Street.

Almost everyone standing on the sixth floor can see it.

Leading the way was a military green Hummer, followed by two off-road military Land Rovers, and then three military trucks.

The vehicle carried imposing, heavily armed soldiers, all wearing steel helmets and fully equipped.

As the long convoy of military vehicles arrived at the building, a young officer stepped out of a Humvee, waved his hand, and fully armed soldiers quickly surrounded the building. Then, the young officer led a large group of men up the stairs.

Upon reaching the door, the officer gave a low shout: "Get out of the way!"

The riot police team led by Captain Chung didn't dare utter a sound and all moved aside.

The young officer walked straight to Fan Yun, snapped to attention, and gave a crisp salute: "Major Fan, please give your instructions!"

"Take over this place," Fan Yun said indifferently.

"Yes, sir!" the young officer replied solemnly, then turned to Ma Jixiang, Captain Zhong, and the others, demanding, "Who among you is the highest-ranking officer here?"

Captain Zhong stepped forward: "It's me, I'm from the Longshan District Public Security Bureau..."

"We're taking over this area. Your men, get out." The young officer was even more decisive, interrupting coldly without offering any explanation.

"But..." Captain Zhong was unwilling.

"Enough talk. We'll have someone report this to your superiors. Withdraw! Immediately!" the officer snapped.

Captain Zhong didn't dare say anything more, and reluctantly said, "Dismissed."

The group of police officers, whose legs went weak from the fright of the scene, quickly and sheepishly put away their guns and prepared to go downstairs.

"Wait!" Fan Yun suddenly shouted.

Zhong Dadu and the others turned around in astonishment. Ma Jixiang, in particular, turned pale.

Ma Jixiang looked at Fan Yun, then at his own Captain Zhong, only to see his superior's face was ashen and he remained silent.

He dared not delay any longer, quickly picked up the documents, even dusted them off, before handing them to Fan Yun.

Fan Yun took the documents and slapped him across the face: "Just for your insult to my military rank and status, I can send you to a military court."

Ma Jixiang's face was flushed red on one side and deathly pale on the other, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Get out!" Fan Yun turned around and didn't even look at him again.