A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Gu Feng ate his meal very slowly and carefully.

More than half an hour had passed, and he still hadn't finished eating. This left Shi Yurou feeling quite helpless. However, Gu Dashao always took this long to eat, just like when he was drunk and doing *that*, a storm would rage on, and just when you thought he was done, another wave of torrents would come…

If Shi Yurou was helpless, then Hu San and the others were even more helpless. If they were helpless, then let alone Ma Fen and the others.

Finally, Gu Feng finished eating and put down his chopsticks with satisfaction. He rinsed his mouth, drank some tea, and then glanced at Hu San indifferently: "San'er, you've really gotten capable."

"No, I, um, son-in-law, I... I really didn't know you were here. Otherwise, even if you gave me a water vat as my courage, I wouldn't dare..." Hu San felt a chill run down his back, cold sweat poured down his face, and he stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Ignorance is no excuse. Go back. We'll talk about this later," Gu Feng said calmly, waving his hand dismissively. This matter had indeed infuriated him, and he really wanted to slap Hu San a couple of times to teach him a lesson. But taking his anger out on his subordinate's subordinate in front of so many of his underlings wasn't exactly honorable.

Besides, Hu San can't really be blamed for this. The reason his underlings didn't recognize Gu Feng wasn't because he wasn't well-known, but because he's always been too low-key. Apart from a few high-ranking officials, nobody knew him.

However, things didn't get so bad that they were beyond repair and he was filled with regret. Although Hu San wasn't exactly a respectable figure, he had seen Gu Feng once at the Ding family villa with his boss, and finally recognized him at the crucial moment.

"Alright, alright, then you can eat first, sir. I'll take my leave now." Hu San wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly retreated as if he had been granted a pardon.

Ma Fen and the others had hoped Hu San would stand up for them, but to their surprise, Hu San arrived and bowed and scraped before them like a grandson, almost weeping and kneeling on the ground. They couldn't help but glare at him resentfully. But Hu San had brought so many people with him; let alone a fight, they could be buried alive by a single spit from each of them. So they could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

Seeing their attitude, Hu San immediately became enraged: "What the hell are you glaring at me for? This is my boss's boss. You want me to go and chop him up? Aren't you asking me to die? Damn it!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Fen and the others suddenly realized something. Indeed, could Hu San be blamed? It seemed not. Then who was to blame? After much thought, they could only blame Ge Laojiu, who was unhygienic, spat everywhere, and tried to act like a trendy man.

Hu San had originally intended to plead with Gu Feng on their behalf and get rid of them. However, he himself was currently in dire straits, barely able to take care of himself, let alone them. He could only helplessly say, "You'd better be sensible and talk to our son-in-law properly. We have some connection, so don't push me to the point of turning against you..."

"Hu San, why don't you sit down and have a good chat with them?" Gu Feng asked casually.

Hu San looked flustered and hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, son-in-law, I'm just an old acquaintance of theirs, I, I..."

His words finally earned him some respect from Gu Feng. If Hu San claimed he didn't know Ma Fen and the others at all, then such a scoundrel would be useless at Xinrui Peak. Gu Feng would probably just tell him to pack his bags and go back to his hometown to farm without a second thought.

"What are you babbling about? Get lost!" Gu Feng waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, son-in-law. I'll get out of here right now." With that, Hu San didn't dare to say another word and led his men away in a sorry state. Before long, the entire group of people had disappeared.

Gu Feng gently tapped the table. Only then did Ma Fen and the others turn their attention back to Gu Feng.

Gu Feng glanced at Ma Fen, then pointed to the spot opposite him.

Clearly, Gu Feng wanted Ma Fen to sit opposite him. Things had come to this point, and they had to talk.

Ma Fen stood there with a gloomy face, pondering for a while, before slowly walking over and sitting down opposite Gu Feng. Sun Qingming and Zhao Gongde followed behind him at the same time, all three of them watching Gu Feng warily.

Clearly, these princelings were not convinced by Gu Feng; they were just blaming themselves for choosing the wrong person.

"Ma Fen, judging from your expression, you still seem a little unconvinced, don't you?" Gu Feng asked calmly.

"Of course." Ma Fen slammed his fist on the table as he said this. He had never suffered such humiliation in Shenzhen before.

"Fine, then I'll give you another chance." Gu Feng spoke generously, his eyes full of contempt. "You've already gone through the gang fight, you've used the dirty tricks. Now, do you want something more blatant?"

"If you give me a chance, I guarantee I'll make you wish you were dead," Ma Fen said viciously.

Gu Feng smiled faintly and pointed at him: "If I give you a chance, you'll still be a salted fish that can't turn over."

Ma Fen didn't refute, but gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Gu Feng.

"What's up? Want to make a bet?" Gu Feng asked.

"How do we gamble?"

"It's very simple. You can each use your own abilities and go find whoever you want. We won't talk about who kills whom, let's keep it simple—whoever gets kicked out of this door first loses." Gu Feng said calmly, but his hand reached under the table and grabbed Shi Yurou's slender, fair hand, gently playing with her long, delicate fingers.

Shi Yurou's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to pull back. But somehow, his warm, large hand seemed to have a magnetic pull that deeply attracted her, making it impossible for her to resist or refuse. Instead, she willingly allowed him to caress and play with her. Her heart was already beating uncontrollably fast, and her legs were tightly pressed together.

"What's the stake?" Ma Fen asked in a deep voice.

"Whatever you want, bet as much as you want." Gu Feng said, pointing to Sun Qingming behind Ma Fen, "Hey, didn't you say your family has tons of money? Want to place a bet? Just bet a hundred..."

A hundred? Even beggars wouldn't spend that much. Several big shots thought dismissively. But after Gu Feng finished speaking, they were speechless.

"Well, let's just bet a hundred taels of gold as a token gesture," Gu Feng said calmly.

Everyone present was stunned. Others might bet US dollars or pounds, but this guy was betting on gold. One hundred taels of gold was worth over a million, and he only said it was a token gesture—he really wasn't treating gold like a necessity!

Undeterred, Sun Qingming immediately retorted, "Don't think you're so great just because you know a few rudimentary skills. I might not be as good as you at outnumbered opponents, but if you want to play with money, I'll crush you in no time. Two hundred, I'll bet you two hundred taels."

Gu Feng chuckled and said without any politeness, "How about this, I think you're pretty stupid, so let's bet two hundred and fifty taels."

"Damn it!" Sun Qingming cursed, then said fiercely, "I'm betting."

Gu Feng then looked at Zhao Gongde: "And you, how big of a bet are you going to play?"

"You think you're so great because you're in the underworld? Damn it, so what if it's Hu San? He's just a lackey." Zhao Gongde retorted arrogantly, "I'll bet you three hundred taels."

"Not bad, a rich man." Gu Feng nodded, then looked at Ma Fen.

Ma Fen's lips moved as if he was about to speak, but Gu Feng spoke first: "As for you? You don't need to gamble with gold. I'll gamble with your freedom for the next three years. If you lose, you'll be my slave, at my beck and call anytime. If I lose, it'll be the same for me."

Gu Feng's meaning was clear—in this round, whoever loses becomes the loser's underling.

Ma Fen didn't have much money to gamble with. But when it came to betting on who could kick whom out of here first, he was absolutely certain. After thinking for a moment, he nodded heavily: "I'll bet with you."

"Good, very good." Gu Feng clapped his hands lightly and pointed at Ma Fen and his group. "Bring them whatever skills and people you have. Everyone else can place bets as well, except for the three of you. In addition to your bets, I can also add one more thing—if I lose today, I will cover all your medical expenses, the restaurant's losses, and the bills of the customers who just left."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner, Mr. Hou, who had been hiding behind the counter, was overjoyed.

At first, he really didn't take Gu Feng seriously at all. But after Hu San appeared, he realized that Gu Feng had such a powerful background.

When he thought about how he had just sided with Ma Fen and the others, he realized that even if Ma Fen didn't hold it against him after this matter was over, this so-called son-in-law would definitely not let him off the hook.

He probably really couldn't continue this business. But after hearing what Gu Feng said, compensating the restaurant for its losses was a minor matter. The important thing was that his words were a signal—that the business could continue after this matter was over.

Thinking of this, he dared not hide any longer and quickly came out, pulling the waiter who was hiding under the counter out: "What are you still hiding here for? The customers' tea has gone cold, go and brew a pot of hot tea."