A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

When I woke up, it was already daylight.

Before she even opened her eyes, Aunt Bai felt as if she were being tightly bound by something.

When she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

She found herself naked, her body intertwined with Gu Feng's.

Both of them were lying on their sides.

Aunt Bai rested her head on Gu Feng's arm, with one arm around his neck and one leg on his waist.

Gu Feng draped one leg over her.

This posture can be described as face to face, heart to heart.

No sleeping position can be more intimate, more affectionate, or more cloying than this.

Gu Feng's body was warm, even fiery. Aunt Bai vaguely remembered that she seemed to have sweated last night.

She was initially puzzled that she could sweat in such freezing weather, but now she understood—how could she not sweat when sleeping with a heater close to her?

However, she had to admit that it felt really good. At least, her body liked it.

At that moment, she suddenly had a strange thought, which was to advise all women in the world: if you feel cold, then find a man to spend the winter with.

Before her brain had even started functioning properly, Aunt Bai was still gazing intently at the sleeping man in front of her, who looked as innocent and adorable as a child.

She realized that he wasn't nearly as hateful as he was when he was awake; he had absolutely no danger, which made her feel an irresistible urge to... pinch him hard.

Aunt Bai originally thought that Gu Feng had already left by this time.

She vaguely remembered that this guy seemed to be in school.

It's hard to believe when you think about it.

The highly respected special doctor in the Yihe Gang, the recognized son-in-law of the Yihe Gang, and a powerful figure who controls nine halls and occupies half of the Yihe Gang, is actually still a student.

It's really unbelievable when people hear it.

Gradually, the sleepiness subsided, and my thinking began to return to normal.

He glanced at the clock; it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. Then it dawned on him—it wasn't time for him to go to school yet.

Moreover, this is inside the pass, the territory of the Yihe Gang.

It wasn't him who should have left, it was me.

So she quietly got up and carefully left the embrace that her body was reluctant to leave.

I finally managed to get down to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. I picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, put them on one by one, and then tiptoed out the door.

Even after getting into a taxi at the nightclub entrance, Aunt Bai still felt like something was off.

Thinking about it carefully—yes, with such a good opportunity, why didn't I make a move? I just casually tossed that knife on the table.

Aunt Bai felt a little regretful.

But the thought of going back seems unrealistic.

Even if I went back, I might not be able to bring myself to do it. Besides, I finally escaped with great difficulty; why would I send myself back to the lion's den?

"Fine, let's go back, regroup, and try again." Aunt Bai sighed and said to the driver, "Out of the pass."

Compared to Aunt Bai, Lao Yi's situation was much worse.

Although he wasn't alone last night, he still couldn't sleep.

Although a beautiful, sexy, and alluring woman was lying next to him.

If he could, he could take her all night long, until he was exhausted and died.

However, he had absolutely no interest in sex.

He couldn't sleep a wink all night.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

In this battle, he lost one-fifth of his branch's workforce, and the 50 million he invested in Aunt Bai also vanished. It was a devastating defeat.

However, these were secondary to him. The most important thing was that his self-esteem and confidence had been severely trampled upon. And, fatally, the morale of the entire Huilong Society had been severely damaged.

The entire force of several branches of the Yihe Gang surrounded and indiscriminately attacked one-fifth of the brothers in one of his branches.

According to one of the brothers who managed to escape, they were like meat on a display board, at the mercy of others.

But even if you cut them down, you can't fight a war without getting hurt.

The members of the Yihe Gang even stripped them naked.

However, once you've stripped naked, it's understandable that you might resort to underhanded tactics when facing the enemy.

The members of the Yihe Gang even threw them out onto the street.

But if you're going to throw them away, why send them to the hospital?

The members of the Yihe Gang even made them pose for photos.

But once people started taking pictures, everyone fell in love with taking photos after Teacher Chen.

The members of the Yihe Gang even posted all these photos online.

only……

The Yihe Gang's methods were so extreme that they were outrageous and he dared not recall them.

Nowadays, members of the Huilong Society are terrified of the Yihe Gang at the mere mention of it.

Especially those brothers who were lucky enough to not make it through last night, even if you beat them to death now, they would never want to go through the pass again.

Thinking of the Huilong Society, whose morale was in disarray, Lao Yi's hair turned several strands white overnight from worry.

However, he was unaware that the real disaster was yet to come.

Uncle Gui Sun Ce's status in the Huilong Society was just as lofty as that of the advisor in the Yihe Gang, and he was revered by countless gangsters.

However, no one is perfect, and nothing is flawless. Every man has his own little vices.

If the advisor has one, then Uncle Gui naturally has one too.

The advisor was fond of cigarettes and alcohol, occasionally gambled for fun, and sometimes frequented brothels to cultivate his character.

Therefore, the gangsters in the Yihe Gang all called the advisor a man of strong character.

As for Uncle Gui, he doesn't like smoking, drinking, whoring, or gambling, except for two things—he's obsessed with fame and fortune.

Despite being a gangster, Master enjoys socializing in high society, frequently attending gatherings of the wealthy, listening to elegant symphonies, tasting their treasured wines and spirits, and playing golf.

These things seemed incredibly boring to the gangsters.

However, the advisor did not see it that way, nor did he believe that associating with wealthy people was a form of social climbing.

On the contrary, he had a broader vision than those mere thugs. The underworld thrives on collusion with powerful and influential people to maximize profits.

In modern society, businessmen are among the most sought-after.

A successful businessman must have both overt and covert dealings, and a clear understanding of the future.

There needs to be a protective umbrella behind it, and what that protective umbrella is, we'll all just keep quiet about it.

Those in the front must have gangsters acting as henchmen.

Of course, don't assume that this means businessmen are superior to organized crime.

This is merely a relationship of mutual exploitation.

The idea that gangsters need to closely collude with businessmen is something even the advisors consider perfectly acceptable.

Hanging out with rich people can be exciting. But hanging out with those who are rich and insist on having sophisticated tastes can be quite boring.

Like today, Uncle Ghost was invited to an event—an exhibition of paintings by an abstract painter.

Uncle Gui was also worried about the Huilong Society and had no interest in attending any art exhibition. He was a little resentful that Lao Yi had acted so unilaterally, making such a big move without even informing him.

Now that they've lost, morale is low, and he's the one left to clean up the mess. When he received the invitation call, he was busy arranging for his brothers to be hospitalized, paying their resettlement fees, and other such unpleasant tasks.

He was initially reluctant to go. But after thinking about it, he went anyway.

When I got there, oh my god, what was that? It was all just scribbles and symbols. It was so unappetizing. Expecting Uncle Gui to pay for the painting was like dreaming. He was dreaming too much.

Fortunately, Uncle Gui's trip wasn't entirely in vain. Someone introduced him to a rich second-generation heir named Jiao Shou. His father was drilling for oil in the Middle East and had more money than he could ever spend.

Uncle Gui heard that Jiao Shougang had just returned from abroad with a huge amount of money in his hands and was preparing to invest in real businesses in Shenzhen.

Realizing this was a golden opportunity, Uncle Gui eagerly stepped forward to curry favor.

Jiao Shou was young, with fair skin and a full forehead; he looked like a rich young master. Perhaps it was because Uncle Gui's flattery was effective, or perhaps he genuinely wanted to find a local bigwig.

The two hit it off immediately and chatted for most of the day on the balcony of the art exhibition, still feeling like they hadn't had enough.

Jiao Shou then invited Uncle Gui to go out to sea on a yacht tomorrow...