A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Old ghost, don't tell me you don't know who he is, do you?" Master Hong chuckled.

"I really don't know," Uncle Gui said, looking wronged.

"You don't know who he is, yet you accepted 30 million from him?"

"No, no. I know, but he said his name isn't Da Pao Chang, it's Jiao Shou. I did receive the money, but it wasn't for me, it was a deposit, about the cooperation..." Uncle Gui couldn't finish his sentence.

Because Hong Ye's expression clearly showed disbelief.

It was at this moment that Uncle Gui suddenly realized—this was a trap. A trap set for him by the Yihe Gang, a trap that left him speechless.

"Keep making things up, keep making things up," Hong Ye laughed with amusement.

"Master Hong, this is a trick by the Yihe Gang, a trick. I didn't know he was Da Pao Chang beforehand, I really didn't know. I only got to know him through someone else."

"Alright." Master Hong nodded, very magnanimous. "I can assume you didn't know about this beforehand, because I also spent some effort to find out Jiao Shou's true identity."

Uncle Ghost: "..."

"But, Old Ghost, what about the medicine you gave Old One? Didn't you say it was that kind of medicine? But I had people try it again and again, and finally even forced a woman to drink the whole bottle, but we didn't see any effect at all. How do you explain that?"

"I..." Uncle Gui was truly speechless now.

Normally, he could explain the matter of this medicine clearly.

But at this sensitive time, his good intentions could easily be seen as harboring malicious intent.

"What's wrong, got mute? Can't make this up anymore?" Master Hong sneered.

Uncle Ghost: "..."

"Old Ghost, I really don't know what you're thinking. Even if you really provoke a conflict between the Ho family and the Huilong Society, what good will it do you?" Master Hong said with great distress.

My good intentions were indeed misunderstood. When someone wants to find fault, they'll always find a pretext.

Uncle Gui felt sorrow, for himself, for Master Hong, and for the entire Huilong Society.

Uncle Gui's injustice is far from minor. He has spent almost half his life worrying about the Huilong Society.

Unexpectedly, it ended up like this.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

Those who join gangs never end well.

They'll either be killed by someone else or by their own people.

Uncle Gui finally believed in cause and effect.

It seems that the fate of the Huilong Society has indeed come to an end.

Uncle Gui couldn't help but sigh and stopped arguing. He simply said, "Master Hong, I've worked like a slave for the Huilong Society for most of my life. Even if I haven't made any great contributions, I've certainly put in a lot of hard work. This is unfair to me."

"Old Ghost, don't complain. I know very well how much you've done for the Huilong Society. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been the only one to enter your daughter's room." Boss Hong coldly shook his finger at Uncle Ghost, then sighed, "I've always valued you highly. I really didn't want to treat you like this. But what you did has truly broken my heart and left me feeling helpless."

What did Ghost Uncle do?

He did nothing.

But all the evidence proves that he is the mole hiding behind the scenes.

"Aunt Bai and Lao Yi's secret attack on the Yihe Gang was originally a flawless plan. If you hadn't leaked the plan to the Yihe Gang, how could they have laid out trap after trap for them, resulting in heavy casualties and a complete loss of face for our Huilong Society?"

Another false accusation was leveled against Uncle Gui. Uncle Gui, feeling wronged, cried, "Master Hong, this really has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me..."

Hong Ye completely ignored Gui Shu's wailing and cries of injustice. "Old Gui," he said, "it's precisely because you're a veteran of the Huilong Society and have made great contributions that killing you would be bad for everyone. So this time, I can spare your life, but I must sever your tendons. After that, disappear on your own. Go to Thailand or Singapore, but never let me see you again. Otherwise, you'll be a hundred times worse off than you are today."

Uncle Gui's face was ashen. He knew that tonight was truly not going to end well.

What goes around comes around. Tonight, I suppose, is when he'll pay for what he did.

After Hong Sheng finished speaking, he stood up, patted his clothes, gave his subordinates a wink, and then went to sit down on the sofa to read the newspaper, drink tea, and smoke a cigarette.

Four burly men immediately pounced on Uncle Gui, pinning him to the ground and holding his limbs down.

Another burly man, who had been standing to the side with his hands in his sleeves, pulled a folding razor out of his pocket.

When it was opened, the sharp, thin blade gleamed with a chilling silver light under the lamp. Just one glance was enough to send a shiver down one's spine.

This burly man was the one who had a distant, gentlemanly friendship with Uncle Gui.

Looking at Uncle Gui, who was being held firmly down, he felt a little sorry for him.

"Uncle Ghost, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to make a living too."

The big man bowed his head and said something to Uncle Gui, then came to his feet, pulled up his trouser leg, and rolled down his socks.

A sharp glint of light flashed from his heel.

"Ah—" Uncle Gui let out a scream. A deep gash appeared on his heel, and then blood gushed out.

One foot was finished, then the other. Then the hands…

By the time the burly man put away his razor, Uncle Gui was already lying in a pool of blood, his face deathly pale.

"Master Hong, it's all done." The burly man walked up to Master Hong and whispered.

Master Hong nodded indifferently, walked over and glanced at Uncle Gui before saying, "Old Gui, for the sake of your daughter's few drops of blood, we'll call it a night. From now on, I hope you'll behave yourself. Not every master is so lenient with someone like you who turns the bowl upside down after eating a bowl of noodles."

After saying that, Master Hong waved his sleeve and led his men away in a swagger.

Uncle Gui felt utterly miserable.

He became disabled, completely disabled.

But physical pain is nothing compared to the pain in one's heart.

He never expected that his wholehearted dedication would ultimately lead to such an outcome.

Thinking of his daughter who had been abused, his heart was torn apart again.

Dragging his injured body, he tried his best to climb to the second floor.

At that moment, a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old emerged from under the dining table, which was covered by a thick, heavy tablecloth.

She stumbled to Uncle Gui, crying out in anguish, "Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Rong'er, is that you? Is it really you?" Uncle Gui looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief.

"Dad, it's me, it's me." The girl cried.

Uncle Gui looked closely and realized it was his daughter, Song Rong'er! Wasn't that her upstairs? He was overjoyed, then asked in confusion, "Then, who's upstairs?"

"That's Sister Xiaomei upstairs," the girl sobbed, her words broken. "Tonight I wanted to cook you a meal myself, so I didn't let Sister Xiaomei into the kitchen. She felt she had nothing to do, so she went upstairs to fold my clothes. I was making the last dish when people came in. I saw them coming aggressively on the security camera, so I quickly hid. Then they broke down the door. And then that person went upstairs… and Sister Xiaomei…"

Uncle Gui understood.

Grandpa Hong treated the young nanny from the countryside as his own daughter.

"I'm not very good at it, but I can manage. I've secretly driven your car a few times."

"Alright. Let's get out of here quickly."

"..."