A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The next day, most of the morning had passed.

Fan Yun and He Qiaoqing took turns knocking on Gu Feng's door three times before Gu Feng finally got up lazily.

I got up at 2 a.m. last night and went to training in the biting cold wind, and didn't get back to sleep until 6 a.m.

It's not even nine o'clock yet, and I've been woken up again.

Gu Feng felt that his life was a little bit more bitter than others.

After a quick wash and a quick wash, with no time for food, I took the two women and set off in the Hummer.

To the uninformed, a Hummer might seem outdated, but to car enthusiasts, it's incredibly stylish, especially when carrying two beautiful women.

Gu Feng was dressed in a suit and wearing sunglasses.

His hair wasn't shiny or oily; he didn't use hairspray or gel, he just casually combed it.

His hair was a little disheveled in the cold wind, but it still gave him an indescribable handsomeness, despite his well-defined and delicate features.

In He Qiaoqing's eyes, he was undeniably handsome. Her affectionate eyes remained fixed on Gu Feng from beginning to end.

He Qiaoqing was confused, but Fan Yun was habitually dizzy. Especially when he saw his cousin staring at this man with infatuation.

She just couldn't understand it. Did this man really have that much charm? How come she couldn't sense it at all?

Everyone says that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but Fan Yun would definitely change that to something more like "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Gu Feng drove at high speed, and once on the highway, he accelerated to the maximum speed.

Unfortunately, the Hummer isn't a real horse; it's more like a camel, designed for heavy-duty transport, not a Mercedes-Benz. Despite its powerful engine, its four-wheel drive and heavy weight limit its speed to only 150 km/h.

The scenery along the way was breathtaking, but Gu Feng had no time to appreciate it. It wasn't that he was in a hurry to get somewhere, or that he needed to concentrate on driving; rather, the two beauties beside him were more than enough for him to see.

One was as hot as spicy hot pot, the other as cold as ice cream.

If Gu Feng were to see Li Xiaolan again, he would definitely ask if this contrasting coldness and warmth was the "ice and fire" that Li Xiaolan often talked about.

An hour and a half later, the Hummer exited the highway.

Fan Yun glanced at the road sign, and his expression changed slightly.

He Qiaoqing, however, remained enthusiastically attached to Gu Feng, chattering away with questions. This was the first time she and Gu Feng had traveled so far together...

The headquarters of the Huilong Society, Longjin Building.

The monthly gang meeting, which lasts for several hours each time, was held today.

At this time of year, the eight bigwigs of the Huilong Society, scattered across the border regions, would always arrive on time for the meeting. However, today, one person was absent.

However, everyone can understand the absence of this big shot. Because he was Fang Yan, who was ambushed and seriously wounded during the attack on the interior that night.

Right now, he's lying in the ICU of a hospital receiving treatment.

Sitting in the conference room of Longjin Building at this moment are Lao Yi Hong Shu, the head of the headquarters, and Gui Shu Song Ce, the strategist.

The following are listed in order of ranking: First Society Leader: Long Hair Zhong Haopeng; Second Society Leader: Fox Fangyan (absent); Third Society Leader: Iron Shield Lin Zhengdong; Fourth Society Leader: Zongzi Li Tongzhuang; Fifth Society Leader: Flower Face Liu Dazhi; Sixth Society Leader: Black Hair Gan Xiangqian; Seventh Society Leader: Nine Tong Zhu Zili; Eighth Society Leader: Crazy Sheep Yang Di.

At this regular meeting, Lao Yi originally wanted to announce the establishment of the Ninth Branch of the Huilong Society and appoint Aunt Bai as the new leader of the society.

However, Aunt Bai's operation this time was a major miscalculation. Not only was she completely wiped out and gained nothing, but the people from the Huilong Society who were covering for her also suffered heavy losses. This left Lao Yi with both financial and personnel losses, which was extremely embarrassing. Therefore, he was too embarrassed to mention the matter of establishing a branch.

Actually, no matter how embarrassed Lao Yi is, Aunt Bai will not accept it.

The reason she was willing to help the Huilong Society deal with the Yihe Gang was not for power or profit, but simply to repay Long Tai for raising her.

The atmosphere at the meeting was heavy. Fox, the leader of the Second Society, was seriously injured, and the underlings of the Huilong Society had been so badly humiliated by the Yihe Gang; everyone was deeply saddened. And to make matters worse, Old One seemed somewhat distracted.

Iron Shield, the big boss of the three companies, couldn't hold back any longer and called out, "Big Brother, what are you still hesitating for?"

"Hmm?" The old man was still thinking about how to properly handle Aunt Bai's situation. Although her plan had failed, the old man had not lost faith in her.

"Brother, the Yihe Gang is really going too far. Just let me lead my men into the pass and wipe out those Yihe Gang bastards without leaving a single one alive." Iron Shield gritted his teeth.

"Iron Shield Bro, don't be impulsive. Haven't you heard people say that impulsiveness is the devil?" Nine of Bamboo, the big boss of the Seventh Society, advised. His intentions may have been good, but his words came out in a sarcastic tone, making everyone uncomfortable no matter how they heard them.

"Nine of Bamboo is right. Iron Shield, are you good at fighting? Are you better than Fox? Fox has been sent to the hospital, are you planning to be the next one?" Black Hair from the Sixth Society chimed in.

"Hey, hey, Iron Shield said he was going to lead a group into the pass to kill people, and his intentions are good. This has little to do with whether we can fight or not. Why are you bombarding him? If you're so capable, go after the Yihe Gang!" The boss of the Fourth Society, Zongzi, also known as Li Tongzhuang, couldn't stand it anymore.

"Yes, Brother Zongzi is right. Although I, Iron Shield, don't have any special skills, I still have the strength of an ox. Those bastards from the Yihe Gang are bullying our Huilong Society like this. I can't stand it anymore. We must get revenge." Iron Shield got so excited that he slammed his hammer on the table, making everyone's hearts tremble.

"A fool's courage," Black Hair from the Sixth Society scoffed.

"What did you say?" Iron Shield stood up abruptly, glaring angrily at Black Hair.

"I said you're all brawn and no brains, all brains and no brains. What are you going to do about it?" Black Hair also stood up and shouted.

"Alright, alright. You all sit down. What's all the fuss about? What's there to argue about?" Uncle Gui waved his hand impatiently. "Sit down, sit down!"

Iron Shield and Black Hair reluctantly sat down after Uncle Ghost spoke up.

Seeing that everyone had stopped arguing, Lao Yi looked around at everyone, finally fixing his gaze on Longhair Zhong Haopeng: "Longhair, you're the boss of the First Branch, what do you have to say?"

"What should I say?" Chung Ho-pang asked.

"Let's talk about whether our Huilong is suitable to fight against Yihe." The first elder asked calmly.

"Do you really want me to say something?" Chung Ho-pang asked.

Uncle Gui got a little annoyed and shouted, "Nonsense! Just say what I tell you to say. Why are you rambling on and on?"

"Alright, to be honest, I don't want to go to war with the Yihe Gang at all. Why? First of all, we live in a society governed by law now. Fighting and killing will not only attract the attention of the authorities, but it's also a waste of resources and manpower. Take the Fox incident for example. We had to pay for the travel expenses to send our underlings into the country to kill people, right? They were stripped naked and thrown into the street, and photos were taken of them. We're the ones who lost face, right? And their injuries, we have to pay for their treatment, right? If something goes wrong and someone dies, we'll have to pay for their resettlement, right?" This was Zhong Haopeng's catchphrase. Whenever he was asked to speak seriously, he would always say, "Right, right?"

However, his words truly came from the bottom of his heart. Because the constant use of knives and guns, the fighting and killing, really held no meaning for him.

With such great energy, you might as well think about how to make money.

Uncle Gui hadn't been very optimistic about Zhong Haopeng in the past. Because Zhong Haopeng was less of a gangster and more of a businessman, always putting profit first.

This time, however, the old man acted without consulting him, causing the Huilong Society to suffer heavy losses, and in the end, he had to clean up the mess. He was quite angry. So this time, he sided with the Long-haired Rebels.

"Yes, Longhair is right. Ever since the incident with the God of Wealth, our Huilong's finances have been stretched thin. If we rashly start another war now, it will definitely cause..." Uncle Gui was speaking when a commotion broke out outside.

"...Hey, what are you doing? I told you, Mr. Hong is in a meeting..."

"...Quick, stop him..."

"...Damn it, are you looking for death? Daring to cause trouble in this place, ah..."

"……Ouch……"

The chaotic noises grew louder as they approached, and soon reached the doorway.

With a loud bang, the entire conference room door was kicked open...