A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

No. 237, Shengjing Villa Area, Shizhen Town, Baoshan District, outside the city.

"You're crazy! You can even mistake a man for someone else. No wonder you got pregnant!" The homeowner, Yang Di, cursed as he hung up the phone, stuffed it into his pocket, and went out to get into his car.

He drives a 2009 Nissan Infiniti FX48, 5.0L engine, 7-speed automatic, costing around a million yuan. It's a nice car, but unfortunately, like the woman he slept with last night—it's secondhand.

Yang Di dislikes worn-out shoes. He wants to be like Master Hong, emphasizing taste and authenticity in everything. Whether it's imported or not is irrelevant to him.

Southerners love slow-cooked soups, especially emphasizing the "first sip of soup." Yang Di is no exception.

For example, instead of spending 30,000 yuan to hire a top courtesan at a nightclub in Shenzhen, he would rather spend 5,000 yuan to buy the virginity of a village girl.

A courtesan, after all, is available to any man.

If you sell tonight, you can sell tomorrow night too, as long as it's not one of those days.

But village girls are different; they are innocent and kind. Their virginity only happens once, and it's not something they can just relive whenever they want.

But there was nothing he could do. His boss insisted on giving him the car.

He had no choice but to keep driving.

Wearing worn-out shoes is better than going barefoot.

Let me give you a brief introduction.

Yang Di, nicknamed "Crazy Sheep," is 28 years old and one of the eight big bosses of the Huilong Society.

One more thing—this bigwig only took office this year.

Sometimes, when you're lucky, even stepping in dog poop can turn into gold.

Yang Di's boss is Silly Qiang. But Silly Qiang is a fool; when he went to assassinate Ding Lisheng, he was actually scared into being a fool by Gu Feng.

Later, the Yihe Gang kindly sent him back, but Sha Qiang was unfortunately hit and killed by a car.

Yang Di was the one who cried the most heartbreakingly at the funeral.

Seeing how loyal and righteous he was, Lao Yi personally promoted him, making him the leader of the weakest branch of the Wei Society.

Little did they know that Yang Di was crying so bitterly because Sha Qiang had borrowed 100,000 yuan from him before he left.

That was all the savings he had painstakingly accumulated since he became a gangster, which he had originally intended to use to get married.

With Sha Qiang dead, all the money was gone, and his wife belonged to someone else.

Life is unpredictable, truly unpredictable. Who would have thought that Yang Di would turn misfortune into good fortune and be valued by the elders?

Overall, though, Yang Di is a pretty good person.

Young, dashing, charming, clever, sociable, and knowledgeable.

It's said he holds an MBA or an IBM degree—but this "supposedly" is just his own claim, and no one has verified it.

This year is Yang Di's most successful year yet. He was fortunate enough to be noticed by the boss, not only being given important responsibilities but also becoming the boss's confidant.

Unlike other big shots who were ambitious but always trying to curry favor with Master Hong, Yang Di spent his days racking his brains to come up with gifts to please him.

He was solely focused on clinging to Lao Yi's coattails. Because he understood better than anyone else—Master Hong was getting old, and the Huilong Society would eventually belong to Lao Yi.

What reason would he have not to curry favor with this future crown prince?

In the past six months, Yang Di has done a lot of work for Lao Yi.

Now, the old man trusts him completely, and sometimes he even consults him instead of Uncle Gui about certain things.

For example, who should be hired to monitor and investigate Gu Feng?

Yang Di said he knew a private investigator with the best reputation in the industry and top-notch filming skills.

The boss immediately sent him to make the contact.

When the first batch of photos came back, Lao Yi was overjoyed and praised him highly, commending him for his efficient work.

But when the old man finished looking at the set of photos, his face darkened.

Yang Di was quite puzzled at the time. He had seen these photos before; they were very ordinary—just photos of that guy surnamed Gu and a woman named He Qiaoqing holding hands as they left and returned home.

Why does the first brother look so unpleasant?

Serving a powerful person is like serving a tiger. The greater the benefit, the greater the risk. Therefore, Yang Di clearly understands what he should and shouldn't say.

At that moment, his only option was to shut up, even though he was incredibly curious.

"I'm going to kill him!" Finally, the old man smashed a photograph to pieces, roaring and howling in extreme rage.

Seeing a corner of the photo, Yang Di suddenly remembered—wasn't this the photo of He Qiaoqing hugging Gu Feng with tears streaming down her face?

Why is the big boss so angry? Is it because of this woman?

Yang Di only found out about it later in private.

It turns out that there's an untold story between his boss, Lao Yi, and He Qiaoqing.

This story can be simply summarized in eight words: King Xiang had the will, but the goddess had no dream.

"Mad Sheep, I'm going to kill this guy surnamed Gu!" Old Yi recalled the photo of He Qiaoqing nestled into Gu Feng's arms like a little bird, and felt a chill run down his spine and a pain in his heart.

"Brother, killing this Gu Feng won't be easy. Do you remember what happened with Chen Dashan? The people we sent to assist him were all top-notch fighters from the gang. But none of them came back. Most of them are still in the hospital."

"Then hire assassins! Hire the best assassins! Isn't there a group called 'Dark Gate'? Hire them! No matter what method you use! I'm going to kill this Gu bastard, I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

"Alright, alright, Brother Yi, don't worry, I'll contact the Dark Gate right away." Yang Di said, opening his laptop and finding the legendary forum.

An hour later, the initial terms were agreed upon. Yang Di scanned Gu Feng's photo and sent it out.

But soon, a reply came from the other side of the secret door—they wouldn't take this person's job.

And then... that was it.

If Ding Lizhi, far away in France, heard these words, he would surely be moved to tears. Because he had finally found a kindred spirit.

Seeing Lao Yi's outburst of rage, Yang Di was somewhat stunned.

This was nothing like the gentle, composed, and seemingly unfazed leader he remembered.

He was obsessed with women, he went mad for women, and he died as a boy because of women.

He was made and broken by women.

Yang Di guessed that if Lao Yi, who originally had no weaknesses, were to die young, there was only one possibility—because of a woman.

"Crazy sheep, besides this damn secret door, do you have any other way?" the old man said angrily.

It seemed as if He Qiaoqing, who was in Gu Feng's arms, was really having an affair with him.

Hatred can sometimes cloud judgment. So can love.

Yang Di thought for a moment and asked, "Brother Yi, do you really hate Gu Feng that much?"

"Nonsense!" the old man roared.

"If you really want him to disappear at all costs, there's another way—find a lone traveler."

"The Lone Ranger? That legendary assassin who never missed a shot?"

"Yes, that's him. I have a way to contact him. But you should know, this guy's expensive to kill. The starting price is a million dollars."

"What's a million if it's enough to kill that guy surnamed Gu!" Old Yi clenched his fists tightly.

"In that case, Brother Yi, just you wait and see. I'll go make the contact right now," Yang Di said, and went out.

That night, the lone traveler arrived in Shenzhen. Yang Di gave him Gu Feng's information and arranged for him to infiltrate the area, after which he left everything else to him.

Because in his view, and in anyone else's view, once the Lone Ranger makes a move, Gu Feng's fate will be only one—to become a dead man.

When the car arrived at the headquarters of the Huilong Society, Yang Di tossed the car keys to the valet, went straight into the lobby, took the elevator to the thirteenth floor, and knocked on the door of the First Boss's office.

"Come in." Although the old man was young, his voice already carried the authority of a superior.

However, if Yang Di hadn't witnessed his furious outburst, he might have respected this big shot even more.

Of course, we're not looking down on them anymore.

On the contrary, Yang Di understood Lao Yi better by observing his emotional breakdown that day.

Big shots aren't gods; they're human too. They have flesh and blood, emotions, and a vulnerable side that others don't know about.

When Yang Di went in, Uncle Gui was also there, discussing something with Lao Yi.

Although Yang Di was a favorite of the old man, he knew his own limitations.

He still knew his place, even with this cunning and highly experienced old man.

He quickly greeted the two men and then sat down in the side hall to wait, keeping his head down and eyes lowered.

A short while later, Uncle Gui and Old One finished their business.

As Uncle Gui came out of the inner room, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Di a few more times as he passed through the side hall, a half-smile on his face.

Yang Di quickly stood up, nodding with a forced smile.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Gui suddenly turned cold and stormed off.