A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Ma Fen and his group were not seriously injured, but they were not lightly injured either.

However, if it weren't for the fact that the official Gu was kind-hearted and showed mercy, they would be in a much worse state than they are now.

With great difficulty, the group of people were all helped up and sat at the table opposite Gu Feng. They were all wincing in pain and sucking in cold air, but they still glared at Gu Feng.

Stared at by so many people, even the most delicious-looking hot pot tasted like cardboard to Shi Yurou. She couldn't help but gently tug at Gu Feng's sleeve: "Gu Feng, I think we should leave first, okay? These people are really not to be trifled with. Who knows how many more will come later."

"Hehe, Sister Rou, it's alright. Here, try this beef tripe, it tastes pretty good. And this beef tripe too. Ancient medicine emphasizes the principle of 'like cures like,' and since you often socialize and eat irregularly, you should eat more beef tripe." Gu Feng nonchalantly kept putting food on her plate.

"Uh..." Shi Yurou smiled wryly. At this moment, even eating dragon meat wouldn't taste good to her.

"That's right, eat as much as you can while you still can, otherwise you won't have the chance to eat later. Damn, they're really courting death, daring to hit us too." Zhao Gongde, who had been lying down pretending to be dead all morning, finally couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

"Fuck you, this is definitely your last meal. Eat your fill, don't starve to death," Sun Qingming, whose face was bruised and swollen, chimed in.

As for Ma Fen, he sat there with a livid face, not saying a word.

Gu Feng was in a good mood, but upon hearing this, his face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "If you say another word, I'll cut out your tongues and eat them in a hot pot."

His tone was sinister, sending chills down one's spine. Especially in the dead of winter.

Zhao Gongde and Sun Qingming quickly shut their mouths, but in their hearts they were thinking the same thing: Just keep being smug for a while, and see how you die later.

"Sister Rou, eat up, don't worry about these good-for-nothings." Gu Feng then smiled gently at Shi Yu Rou. His change of expression was as quick as turning the pages of a book, but it also revealed the clear distinction between Gu Feng's love and hate.

Shi Yurou looked at Gu Feng and sighed helplessly. "A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog," she thought, resigned to her fate, having been saddled with such a troublesome man.

Having come to terms with it, she finally picked up her chopsticks and began to eat heartily. Like that person said earlier, it's better to die than to starve to death, isn't it?

However, they didn't finish their meal. The people Brother Ma Fen had called had already arrived.

Hu San is comparable to Hu Hansan in the movie; both have shifty eyes and a very sleazy appearance, clearly not good people.

His men, a dense, dark mass, filled the entire lobby of the restaurant. Those who couldn't squeeze in from outside formed a circle around the outside.

Seeing this scene, the restaurant owner, Hou Fengsan, was terrified. Fists and kicks have no eyes; if a fight broke out, his old arms and legs wouldn't be able to withstand the impact. So he fled into the back room, unable to bear watching any longer.

Now that things have come to this, he probably can't do business anymore, so let him do whatever he wants, do whatever you want.

As for calling the police, Hou Fengsan really didn't dare to even consider it. There were children of officials present; if the police came, it would only cause him trouble.

Hu San swaggered in.

When Zhao Gongde and Sun Qingming saw Hu San arrive, their expressions of joy and excitement were as if they had been waiting for the government and the Party. They were so happy that they almost jumped for joy.

They actually jumped up and rushed over, calling out, "Third Brother!" "It's good that you're here, Third Brother!"

Seeing Zhao Gongde, Sun Qingming, and the others all bruised, covered in dust, and in a sorry state, Hu San immediately flew into a rage. Seeing Ma Fen sitting there with his arm hanging limply and his face ashen, his fury intensified. He roared, "Damn it! Which piece of trash is so blind as to dare hit my Young Master Ma? I'll cripple him, or I'm not Hu San!"

Gu Feng ignored the crowd, treating it as if it were air, and continued eating and drinking with an air of composure that was almost painful to watch.

Shi Yurou really couldn't eat anymore. Not because she was scared—she was already numb with fear, so what was there to be afraid of? She was full and genuinely couldn't eat anymore.

With his men all assembled, Ma Fen's courage grew. In his mind, no matter how good this guy was at fighting, able to take on thirty or so people single-handedly, did he really dare to fight a group of hundreds?

"Hu San, that's him. Cripple him. I'll call my dad and discuss what you told me last time in a bit," Ma Fen said grimly, pointing at Gu Feng.

"Young Master Ma, that's easy, easy." Hu San grinned like a boiled dog's head, patting his chest. "Just you wait and see."

After Hu San finished speaking, his sinister eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he winked at his men. The men immediately understood and pulled out machetes, daggers, and other sharp weapons from their bodies. Led by Hu San, they strode towards Gu Feng's table.

Upon getting closer, Hu San immediately cursed, "You damn bastard, you're so blind..."

As the curses erupted, the group of brothers standing behind him immediately grabbed their weapons and tried to pounce on Gu Feng, hacking him to pieces.

"Hmm?" Gu Feng, who had been ignoring everyone else and eating and drinking on his own, suddenly raised his head and stared at Hu San with a stern look.

"Huh?" Hu San cried out in surprise when he saw Gu Feng's face clearly. If his brothers behind him hadn't caught him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Hu San's men were completely bewildered, staring blankly at their boss as if he were a ghost. If even they were confused, then Ma Fen and his gang were even more clueless.

Just as several men rushed up to Gu Feng, about to strike him with their knives, Hu San suddenly roared, "Stop! All of you, stop right now!"

The men raised their knives in mid-air, but he suddenly shouted and they all froze, turning around to stare blankly at their leader.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Sun Qingming and Zhao Gongde squeezed in, completely baffled.

Hu San ignored them completely, and instead walked up to Gu Feng, bowing his head respectfully and calling out, "Young Master."

The address of "son-in-law" left Shi Yurou somewhat bewildered. Looking around, she realized that Hu San was indeed calling out to Gu Feng. But when had Gu Feng become the son-in-law of this underworld boss?

"Hmph." Gu Feng snorted coldly, not even glancing at him, and continued eating his hotpot, as if he hadn't heard Hu San's shouts or even seen Hu San.

Hu San stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do, and cold sweat poured out.

At this moment, Hu San's men finally understood what was going on. They quickly put away their weapons and silently retreated to the side, none of them daring to breathe loudly.

The son-in-law who could make his boss, Hu San, so fearful must not be Hu San's own son-in-law, but rather someone from the government.

Although they had never met the Dragon Head's son-in-law, Gu Feng, his name was renowned and everyone knew him.

Poor Ma Fen and his gang were still completely bewildered and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Hu San, what the hell are you doing? I told you to chop him up!" Ma Fen stepped forward and shouted angrily at Hu San.

Hu San didn't say a word, just stood there with his head down, his teeth grinding together.

"Damn, are you deaf?" Ma Fen stepped forward and gave Hu San a light shove.

With a loud "slap," Hu San suddenly turned around and delivered a hard slap to Ma Fen's face.

For a moment, not only was Ma Fen stunned, but Sun Qingming, Zhao Gongde, and the others were also dumbfounded.

What kind of show is this?

That doesn't fit the plot at all.

"Ma Fen, you son of a bitch, you've got me killed!" Hu San roared at Ma Fen, pointing at Gu Feng and asking, "Do you even know who he is?"

"..." Ma Fen covered half of his face, staring intently at Hu San, while also looking somewhat puzzled.

"He's Gu Feng, the son-in-law of our old brotherhood, and today the CXO of New Sharp. You're blind as a bat, actually telling me to turn my guns on my boss's boss!" Hu San said, his voice trembling with emotion.

However, it's no wonder Hu San was agitated. Whether it's the old Yihe or the new Ruifeng, insubordination is tantamount to courting death. Especially after the betrayal of Long Tai and others, the old Yihe was reorganized into the new Ruifeng Group, where the hierarchy is even more strictly observed.

Shi Yurou looked at Gu Feng in utter astonishment. Besides being a medical student and part-time doctor, he actually had this other identity? It was truly astonishing.

What secrets is this man hiding?

What kind of man has she fallen in love with this time?

"Oh dear, don't be so mysterious," Shi Yurou muttered to herself, her head throbbing.

Finally, Ma Fen and his group figured it out. The guy who had beaten them up and was now sitting there like nothing had happened, eating hot pot and chasing girls, was the son-in-law of the old Yihe Group, and now the supreme CXO of the New Ruifeng Group.

Hu San was merely one of the henchmen of a former deputy leader of the Yihe Society, and today he is just a manager of a subsidiary of the Xinruifeng Group.

Within Shenzhen's city limits, spanning several districts, hundreds of towns, and countless villages, the gray areas are practically all Xinruifeng's territory. And yet, Ma Fen ridiculously recruited someone else's henchman's henchman, intending for him to go and kill the boss's boss. This is not only laughable, but also utterly humiliating.

Ma Fen and the others stared blankly at Hu San, then turned to look at Gu Feng, who was still slowly eating hotpot, with embarrassed and strange expressions on their faces.

Who would have thought that a casual spit would land on the hot plate?

So, the old saying is absolutely right. You can eat whatever you want, but you absolutely mustn't spit out phlegm indiscriminately.