A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

With the arrival of cold air, the weather in Shenzhen seemed to jump from summer to the dead of winter all at once.

On this dark and cold night, there was no moon, no stars, and even the still-bright lights seemed rather bleak.

A biting north wind, carrying cold rain, enveloped the night sky of the deep city like a fog or curtain, making everything seem chilly.

Around 9 p.m., the streets of Shenzhen appear deserted and empty, like fields where farmers have just finished harvesting in autumn.

Perhaps due to the cold weather, there were very few people out and about tonight, and the once bustling streets were deserted.

Perhaps people's keen sense of smell has already detected the stench of gunpowder in the air. It's not advisable to go out; it's safer to stay home, snuggled up in bed with your wife.

On a night like this, if you were to ask the great scholar Gu for his opinion, he would surely say: A night of light rain is only suitable for romance, not for bloodshed. Even if bloodshed is to occur, it should take place in bed.

Aunt Bai had no time to care what Gu Feng was thinking. As night fell, she had already slipped into the pass under cover of darkness. At that time, it hadn't rained yet, the night wasn't too cold, and the chilling atmosphere hadn't yet spread.

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the heavens and earth, revealing the nearly one thousand dark figures standing behind her.

This is one of the few desolate wilderness areas in the interior of the pass, with no human habitation around, and only by gathering here can one avoid attracting attention.

They stood there indifferently, not speaking to each other, each holding a long knife or short stick, their expressions stern, the atmosphere solemn.

A black cloak with a hood was worn by Aunt Bai, concealing her shapely but slightly thin and frail figure. The pointed cloak covered half of her pretty face, leaving only a cold and arrogant smile visible.

Now, everything is ready except for the final push. Once the boss's call comes, these nearly one thousand men will split into five groups and head straight for the Yihe Gang's various underground banks and casinos.

Tonight, Aunt Bai's purpose is not only to launch a sneak attack, but also to rob. Because today is the tenth day of the lunar month, the Yihe Gang's casinos and money exchanges collect their accounts every three months.

Based on Aunt Bai's understanding of the Yihe Gang, if the two casinos and three money shops could be successfully raided, the stolen money would exceed 300 million. However, the losses to the Yihe Gang would be far more than just 300 million.

But if you miss tonight, the casino and money exchange will become useless.

"Ring—" The shrill ring of the cell phone seemed particularly noisy in the quiet, cold night. But to Aunt Bai's ears, it felt invigorating. She glanced at the caller ID; it was Lao Yi calling.

"Aunt Bai, our brothers have entered the pass at nine checkpoints: Tounan, Linmei, Mangbai, Koushe, Jibu, Wansha, and Huluo. We expect all our forces to be inside within twenty minutes at most. Half an hour later, we will launch an attack on the Yihe Gang's branch offices near the checkpoints to draw their fire. You can take advantage of this opportunity," Lao Yi said on the other end of the phone.

"Old Yi, are you sure this operation hasn't been leaked?" Aunt Bai still had doubts.

"Don't worry, no one in the Huilong Society knows your plan except me. I've told my trusted confidants that we'll be attacking the Yihe Gang's branches near the border tonight. If there's a Yihe Gang spy among them, even better. He'll send this false information back, which will surely alert the Yihe Gang, causing them to stockpile a large number of men at those branches. When we start fighting, it will cover your operation. However, according to my insider, although the Yihe Gang has sent a lot more men to those branches near the border at nightfall, it's still far fewer than the number of people we'll send in. I think either they're in a hurry and can't spare any more men, or they don't take us seriously at all. But that's perfect. If all goes well, we can take down those branches in the process."

The more confident Lao Yi spoke, the more uneasy Aunt Bai felt: "Lao Yi, don't let your guard down. That son-in-law of the Yihe Gang is more treacherous and despicable than you can imagine."

"Hmph, even if that Gu fellow really has three heads and six arms, I'll still cut off one of his arms tonight," the old man said bitterly. Then he added, "Aunt Bai, go ahead and do it. After this is over, you'll be the ninth boss of my Huilong Society."

"I don't care if I'm a big shot or not, I just want to avenge my godfather," Aunt Bai said calmly.

"Alright, let's check the time. I'll definitely launch an attack on the Yihe Gang in half an hour. You just need to time it perfectly and act accordingly. If I don't get a call again, it means everything is going smoothly."

"Okay," Aunt Bai said, hanging up the phone. There was no turning back now; this battle was inevitable.

After hanging up the phone, Lao Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

The electric curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were fully raised, offering an unobstructed view of the brightly lit nightscape of Shenzhen.

The eldest brother liked this feeling of looking down on everything from a high position, which gave him a sense of power over the world and looking down on all living beings.

For so many years, the Huilong Society and the Yihe Gang have been fighting each other. Whether his father was in power or he succeeded him, he never managed to gain any advantage over the Yihe Gang.

With Aunt Bai, a formidable general, helping me this time, I should be able to vent my anger.

The thought of the Yihe Gang suffering a heavy blow, Ding Lisheng's crippled face contorted in despair, and the terrified expressions on Gu Feng's and that little bitch Ding Hanhan's faces when their casino and money exchange were robbed—

"Haha." The old man couldn't help but laugh out loud with satisfaction.

Before the laughter had even finished, the phone rang shrilly.

A glance at the caller ID revealed it to be Fang Yan, the branch leader of the Yihe Gang who had been ordered to lead an attack on several of their branches near the border.

I checked the time; twenty minutes had passed. The dialect must be reporting that the brothers from the branch office had already entered the country.

Then I should order an attack on the Yihe Gang's branch offices near the border.

"Brother Yi, something bad has happened! Something bad has happened!" Fang Yan shouted as soon as the call connected.

The eldest brother frowned. His Huilong Society had influence all over the border regions, with countless leaders of all sizes, but why was there not a single one as calm and composed as Aunt Bai?

"What are you yelling about!" the old man roared. "Speak, what is it?"

"Brother, a large number of soldiers have suddenly arrived at the checkpoint and are conducting strict checks. Our brothers can't get in!" Fang Yan's voice was visibly trembling.

"Which checkpoint?" the old man asked urgently.

"All the checkpoints," came the reply in dialect.

The old man was stunned: "How could this be? When you called me just now, didn't you say there were no soldiers checking the checkpoint tonight?"

"There wasn't one just now. But suddenly they appeared out of nowhere, a large, heavily armed force lined up there, and it wasn't just a simple ID check. My men with criminal records have already been arrested."

"How could this happen?" Upon hearing this news, Lao Yi's heart sank.

The connection between the inside and outside of the pass is a pass.

The existence of the pass is a kind of history, and also a kind of culture.

This checkpoint used to be strictly inspected. In addition to an ID card, a border pass was also required. However, with the development of the times, economic prosperity, and the increase in the immigrant population, border passes have gradually disappeared.

Although the checkpoints still exist, the checks are sporadic and infrequent.

Many people find the existence of such an unusual border crossing in a modern metropolis rather incongruous. Some people who are stopped, denied entry, or disturbed at the border also find it laughable, even resentful, believing it's a pure waste of time and taxpayers' money.

Some migrant workers have taken an even more extreme view, believing that while they dedicate their youth to the city, their status as law-abiding citizens is still subject to questioning and scrutiny.

This special treatment is an insult to them and a great tragedy for the city.

However, no matter what you think, the officers and soldiers at the checkpoint will still check whenever they want.

When it's your turn to run into someone, you still have to obediently show your identification.

If you don't cooperate? Then I'm sorry, but we'll be aiming our machine guns at you.

Like the branch manager Fang Yan, who led a large group of people on a tour bus pretending to be tourists, intending to cross the border and cause some trouble, but without any support, they got caught. What could they say except to accept their bad luck?

The fact that the group attempting to enter the country was stopped was a devastating blow to Lao Yi. But the mumbled words spoken in Fang Yan on the other end of the phone made him realize with sorrow that this devastation might not be over yet.

"Speak, what else is there?" The old man angrily swept everything off the mahogany desk and roared into the phone in a dialect.

"Some of our brothers have already gone through the pass," Fang Yan said meekly.

"How many went in?"

One-fifth.

Upon hearing this, the old man's remaining heart sank as well. He had previously held an overwhelming numerical advantage, but now he was essentially throwing an egg against a rock.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and make them leave!"

"Brother, it's too late now. Our brothers who entered the pass have already started fighting with the Yihe Gang."

"Useless trash, you piece of trash. Without my orders, who gave you permission to act?" the old man roared like thunder.

"Brother, if we don't take action, we're all doomed, because it was the Yihe Gang who surrounded and attacked us first."

"Ah—" The old man felt his blood rush to his head and almost vomited blood on the spot. This was definitely a case of beating a dog behind closed doors.

The old man took several deep breaths, finally calming down a bit. He swallowed hard and said, "Where are you? Quickly bring back the brothers who haven't entered the pass."

"Brother Yi, I can't go back." Fang Yan cried.

Why?

"Because I'm inside the pass—" Before Fang Yan could finish speaking, a painful scream came from the phone, presumably indicating that he had been killed.

The phone call in Fang Yan's voice was still on, but it was no longer his voice on the other end; instead, there were chaotic screams of fighting.

Old Yi could even imagine the agonizing scene of his brothers from the Huilong Society struggling and screaming in pools of blood.

His face turned deathly pale, his hands began to tremble, and the phone slipped limply from his grasp.

The old man sat blankly in his executive chair, lost in thought.

After a long, long time, he suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "Oh no, Aunt Bai's over there!"

As he spoke, the old man frantically threw himself on the ground, picked up the phone, and started dialing numbers wildly. The call connected, but no one answered…