A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Fen Ge is despicable and insidious.

Gu Feng, however, was already on guard. From the moment he appeared, Gu Feng had a feeling that this "Brother Fen" was no good.

As soon as Fen Ge squatted down, his hand reached for Shi Yu Rou's foot, but before he could grasp it, and before his other hand could even lift the hem of her skirt, Gu Feng had already kicked her away.

A muffled "thump" sounded.

Gu Feng's kick, delivered in a fit of rage, was no small matter.

When Fen realized something was wrong, he quickly crossed his arms in front of him to block.

However, he was still kicked and sent flying several meters before crashing onto a table and chairs and landing on the ground.

He was smashed to pieces and looked extremely disheveled.

Fortunately, that table was empty; if there had been hot pot, Fen Ge would definitely have become the condiment by now.

"Damn it, this guy actually dared to lay a dirty hand on Brother Fen. Everyone, attack him together and cripple him!" Zhao Gongde shouted fiercely, grabbing a wine bottle from the table and smashing it over Gu Feng's head.

At the same time, nearly thirty people rushed towards Gu Feng.

Gu Feng tilted his head, nimbly dodging the wine bottle in Zhao Gongde's hand, and swiftly kicked out, striking Zhao Gongde squarely in the chest and sending him flying.

He then suddenly swept Shi Yurou up in his arms and spun her around quickly.

Shi Yurou felt her high heels brush against several people's faces at the same time, and then she heard several screams.

After forcing the person back, Gu Feng put Shi Yurou down and darted away like a leopard descending a mountain.

He swung his fists left and right, hitting the two men, who screamed "Ah!" and collapsed to the ground.

Gu Feng reached out again, grabbed the two men's collars with a swift motion, and slapped them twice across the face.

The man covered his mouth, which was gushing blood, and wailed, "...Ooh, my teeth, my teeth..."

The others who were about to pounce again felt a chill run down their spines.

That guy really went all out.

In a typical fight, it's usually just a matter of you hitting me and me hitting you back. But someone like Gu Feng, who doesn't allow anyone to fight back at all, is truly ruthless and chilling.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! Grab your weapons and go for it! Cripple him, and I'll cover all his medical expenses. My dad is Sun Gang, the bank manager of Zhaofeng Bank. He's got plenty of money!" Sun Qingming shouted.

Upon hearing that someone was in charge, the group immediately grabbed stools and bottles. One guy even tore down a smaller gas cylinder and brandished it, all charging towards Gu Feng.

Standing to the side, Shi Yurou gasped in shock, covering her eyes with a chill, unable to bear the sight of Gu Feng's horrific injuries...

For some reason, instead of hearing Gu Feng's screams, they heard the chaotic wails of the group of people.

When she opened her eyes, she found that in the ten or so seconds that she had closed them, Gu Feng seemed to have cast a spell, and several people in the arena had fallen to the ground, rolling and groaning.

The remaining twenty or so people hesitated to come forward, fearing that they might harm the innocent.

"Come on." Gu Feng stood there, tall and imposing, looking down at everyone like a giant tiger overlooking a river, and beckoned to them as if summoning their souls.

Looking at the people lying beside Gu Feng, Shi Yurou was both surprised and delighted.

She only knew that he was a skilled doctor, but she never expected that he was also so good at martial arts.

I glanced at my high heels and noticed the phlegm was gone.

Presumably, when Gu Feng picked him up and swept his hands, he smeared phlegm on those people's faces.

"Damn it, what are you all hesitating for? My family is rich, and Brother Fen's family is powerful. If you still want to join us, then beat him to a pulp. If you can't take him down, I'll take care of you!" Sun Qingming shouted angrily.

Clearly, all the leaders of this group have been revealed. Fen Ge is in the lead, Sun Qingming is in the second, and the third is Zhao Gongde, who was kicked away by Gu Feng and is now lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

Maybe there's a fourth, fifth, sixth... who knows? Anyway, after hearing the second boss's shouts, those underlings finally got angry and attacked Gu Feng fiercely once again.

Gu Feng stood there with one hand behind his back, looking quite like Ip Man. Just standing there, you don't even need to ask—he's a grandmaster, after all.

Those men's fists and weapons came crashing down on Gu Feng like a storm.

He merely dodged and weaved lightly, occasionally parrying with one hand.

He appeared very casual, but none of the dense punches and kicks, or the flying bottles and plates, managed to hit him.

After a period of entanglement, he suddenly made his move.

With a lightning-fast single-handed strike, he chopped a man in the back of the neck, and before he could even groan, he collapsed to the ground like a noodle.

Immediately afterwards, a silent yet incredibly fast kick shot out, sweeping past several people in a blur. The kick was barely visible before seven or eight people were sent flying backwards.

"Foshan Shadowless Kick?" Boss Hou and his staff were all dumbfounded. Wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?

The battle continues. However, it has become a one-sided affair. In fact... it was one-sided from the very beginning.

A man carrying a solid wooden chair was about to smash it down on Gu Feng's back.

Just as the chair was about to strike, Gu Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, swiftly dodging the falling chair. Suddenly lunging forward, the burly man who had missed his target with the chair received a fatal elbow strike, collapsing silently like a falling leaf, his fate unknown…

Within minutes, few people were still able to stand up, and even fewer dared to rush forward.

Gu Feng still maintained the same imitation Ip Man posture, one hand behind his back and the other outstretched, his gaze calmly and indifferently sweeping across the entire scene.

A series of swift, elegant, graceful, and even beautiful movements were truly exhilarating.

Shi Yurou stared intently at Gu Feng's tall, masculine back, his swift, tiger-like movements, her gaze unfocused, she was somewhat dazed.

His fighting style is even better than those street dancers.

Fen Ge and his gang never expected they'd encounter a legendary expert. Dozens of people were repeatedly bullied by an unarmed individual. If word got out… well, would they even dare tell anyone?

The remaining men were utterly demoralized, panting heavily, their eyes blazing with anger, their expressions a mixture of panic and confusion. One of them was even trembling violently.

"You..." Gu Feng held up a finger, originally intending to invite them up. But seeing their cowardly appearance, he could only sigh and shake his finger. "Forget it. Go check on your companions."

The group breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been granted a pardon, and quickly ran to check on their elder brothers...

Gu Feng clapped his hands. He hadn't stretched his muscles in a while, but his skills weren't rusty. He thought the fight was passable.

He reached out and led the still-shaken Shi Yurou to a perfectly intact dining table that hadn't been affected by the commotion. He pulled out a chair, gently pressed her down to sit, and then calmly sat down himself.

Looking at Boss Hou, who was staring blankly at him, he said, "Boss Hou, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring us the hot pot, or I'm leaving."

"Huh? Uh. Oh." Boss Hou uttered three classic lines before finally coming to his senses. This guy had beaten up all these young masters and caused such a huge mess; he couldn't let him go. He couldn't bear the blame for that.

Just then, he heard Fen, whose arm had been crippled by Gu Feng, struggling to sit up on the ground, his arm hanging limply, talking on the phone with his other hand: "...Hu San, this is Ma Fen. Bring men to the Chongqing hot pot restaurant right now. Damn it, my hand is ruined, hurry up..."

"Horse Dung, truly living up to his name," Gu Feng thought to himself, silently praising him.

Upon hearing Fen Ge's words, Boss Hou's face immediately turned ashen, as if he had lost his parents, and he said to Gu Feng in a tearful voice, "Brother, please don't leave. Otherwise, I'm really finished."

"Why are you worrying so much? I never planned to leave. But I'm starving, you can't expect me to wait here on an empty stomach. Hurry up and bring the hot pot."

"Okay, okay, coming right away." Boss Hou hurriedly agreed, and quickly pushed the big-breasted waitress who was still standing aside in a daze, and shouted, "Hurry up and go."

Before the hotpot was served and before Brother Ma's men arrived, Boss Hou wanted to go up and help the group of young masters who had been badly beaten and were either lying or sitting on the ground.

But when he met their fierce gazes, he shuddered and quickly shrank back, setting up a dining table and chairs, forcing a smile as he said, "Young Master Ma, Young Master Zhao, Young Master Sun, please sit down, please sit down..."