After the divorce, my identity as a miracle doctor was exposed.

It's 2 a.m. in the western suburbs of Jiangzhou.

This was once a glorious state-owned cannery, but it has been abandoned for twenty years under the tide of time. The rusty barbed wire is like a ring of ferocious fangs, tightly locking up this ruin forgotten by the city. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the cold rain is hitting the abandoned corrugated iron roof with a disturbing "bang bang," like countless invisible hands frantically pounding on a coffin lid.

The air was filled with a mixture of rotting industrial grease, moldy wood, and a lingering rusty smell that was particularly pungent in the damp night.

Inside the abandoned workshop, a few dim, flickering incandescent bulbs hung in the air, their orange light dancing wildly on the huge, long-rusted stamping press.

Su Qianxue was tied to a cold, load-bearing pillar in the center of the workshop.

The rough nylon rope, soaked with rainwater, had become heavy and coarse, each fiber like a tiny saw tooth, constantly chafing her delicate shoulders and wrists. Her original gray work clothes were already soaked through, the cold fabric clinging tightly to her back, taking away the last bit of warmth from her skin.

What made her feel even more desperate was the black industrial tape on her mouth.

The stench of cheap rubber assaulted her nostrils, making her eyes bloodshot. With each breath, a whimpering sound like a dying kitten escaped her throat. Her vision blurred, and sweat trickled down her forehead into her eyes, stinging and aching, yet even blinking felt like a struggle.

Directly in front of her stood more than thirty henchmen wielding knives.

These people reeked of a mixture of cheap tobacco and cheap perfume, and their lustful eyes roamed freely over Su Qianxue's exquisite body.

At the very front of this group, Zhang Hao was slumped on a wooden stool with a broken leg.

He clutched a broken whiskey bottle, trembling nervously. A conspicuous dark stain ran down his crotch—the result of witnessing firsthand the poison taking effect, his flesh slowly rotting away into bloody pulp, a sight that had terrified him.

"Cousin...cousin, will he really come?" Zhang Hao asked in a trembling voice, his voice echoing desolately in the empty workshop.

A deep, muffled sound, like muffled thunder, came from the shadows.

Sitting atop the stamping machine was a giant, as imposing as an iron tower—Lei Hu. He was shirtless, his dark red flesh piled thickly on his arms, and the thick patch of black hair on his chest heaved violently with his breath.

Lei Hu was holding a solid steel bar with a diameter of three centimeters in his hand.

With a slight exertion of his five fingers, the hard steel bar was slowly kneaded and deformed like noodles, eventually being rolled into a ball and casually tossed on the ground with a loud "clang".

"Haozi, you're too cowardly." Lei Hu licked his dry, cracked lips, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth stained red with betel nut. "What kind of true dragon can emerge from a shallow shoal like Jiangzhou? I've been fighting in the provincial capital's martial arts alliance for ten years, and my internal energy has reached the Gangqi level. As long as he hasn't reached the Huajin Grandmaster level, tonight, when he steps through this door, it will be his death anniversary."

Su Qianxue stared blankly at the steel bar twisted into an iron ball.

This inhuman power had completely shattered her worldview. She began to frantically blame herself: Why, why did she have to provoke such a demon? If Lin Yu hadn't come, she would have died; but if Lin Yu had come… could he really survive facing such a monster?

Just then.

"Clatter".

A very faint sound, like canvas shoes stepping on mud, rang out at the factory gate.

The sound was insignificant amidst the roar of the torrential rain, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Lei Hu's half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and a violent killing intent instantly filled the entire area. The few teetering lights were shaken violently by this force.

"Here I am." Lei Hu slowly stood up, his joints making a crisp cracking sound.

At the main entrance, a tall figure slowly walked in against the wind and rain.

Lin Yu was holding up an old black umbrella.

The rain seemed to hit a transparent glass three inches from his body, sliding down to both sides. His black casual clothes were completely dry, even the cuffs of his trousers were dry.

He slowly folded his umbrella and casually leaned against the pile of rusty bearing racks by the door.

"Lin Yu! You actually dared to come!"

Zhang Hao suddenly stood up, hid behind Lei Hu, and pointed at Lin Yu, roaring, "This is your grave tonight! Cousin, quick! Gouge out his eyes and feed them to the dogs!"

Lin Yu stopped in his tracks.

He didn't look at the thugs with knives, nor at the berserk Lei Hu; his gaze pierced through the dim light and shadow and landed on Su Qianxue.

His brow furrowed slightly.

It's not because I feel sorry for her.

Instead, it's the displeasure of seeing one's newly purchased "asset" in such a sorry state, caused by the damage to the item.

"Mistress Su, I remember saying that you should go to bed after you finish cleaning the toilet."

Lin Yu's voice was as cold as ice shards, echoing through the empty factory. "Because of your unauthorized departure, my breakfast plans were disrupted. This debt will be recorded in your contract of servitude."

Su Qianxue was stunned.

At this critical moment of life and death, what he cared about was his breakfast?

The last glimmer of romantic fantasy in her despair that "he will come to save me" was utterly shattered at this moment by Lin Yu's gaze, which was as if he were looking at a dead object.

"You little brat who's asking for death!"

Lei Hu let out a wild laugh and leaped from the stamping machine, which was several meters high. His body, weighing over 200 pounds, crashed to the ground like a meteorite. When his feet landed, the cement floor shattered instantly, and cracks spread like a spider web.

"Thunderous Sound—Break!"

Lei Hu roared, his muscles tensing instantly, pale blue energy swirling on the surface of his fist. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his whole body turning into a blur, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters, his right fist accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, aiming straight for Lin Yu's center.

The force of that punch instantly shattered the surrounding scraps of paper into dust!

Su Qianxue closed her eyes in terror.

However, Lin Yu didn't even take his hand out of his pocket.

Lin Yu only slightly turned his head when Lei Hu's fist, as big as a millstone, was less than three centimeters from his nose.

"laugh."

A heavy punch grazed his temple, but Lin Yu's slender middle finger shot out like lightning at that moment, and the fingertip gently touched the "Jiquan" acupoint under Lei Hu's armpit.

"The Ancient Medical Immortal's Manual: Reversing Acupoint Interception"

At that moment, Lei Hu felt as if he had crashed into a towering mountain.

His internal strength, honed over thirty years, deflated like a punctured balloon the moment it touched Lin Yu's fingertips, leaking out wildly through his pores!

"Snap—!"

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Lei Hu's thick, tree-trunk-like right arm suddenly burst open from the inside! Blood mixed with white bone fragments splattered radially onto the mottled wall.

"Ah!! My Qi!! My meridians!!"

Lei Hu collapsed in the ruins, howling in despair like a wild boar whose spine had been removed. His thirty years of hard-earned skill had vanished into thin air.

The entire room fell silent.

The henchmen with knives trembled with fear, and their steel knives clattered to the ground.

Zhang Hao stood frozen in place, the wine bottle in his hand shattering at his feet, a stench of urine slowly dripping down his trouser leg. His proud cousin, Lei Hu, who swaggered around the provincial martial arts alliance, couldn't even catch a single finger of Lin Yu?

Lin Yu withdrew his hand, his eyes remaining cold and unwavering.

He walked step by step toward Zhang Hao.

"Master Lin...Master Lin! Ancestor Lin! I was wrong!"

Zhang Hao suddenly knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing, his forehead hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud. "It's all Gu Feng's fault! Gu Feng forced me to do this! I'll give you all of the Su family's assets! Please, don't kill me..."

Lin Yu stopped in front of him.

A golden glint flashed briefly in the depths of his pupils.

Under the aura-observation technique, Zhang Hao's head was shrouded in deathly aura. The black deathly aura was extremely dense, a sign of utter depravity and the exhaustion of one's virtuous deeds.

"Your life isn't even worth as much as that toilet brush."

Lin Yu pointed his fingers like a knife and casually made a slash in the murky air.

"Whoosh—"

A nearly transparent blade of true energy pierced the darkness.

Zhang Hao's screams abruptly stopped.

His eyes widened, and he desperately clutched his throat with both hands, but blood gushed out like a broken faucet, staining the precious sapphire brooch on his chest.

He twitched twice, the light in his eyes gradually faded, and finally turned into deathly silence.

Lin Yu turned around.

With a casual wave of his hand, the nylon rope binding Su Qianxue snapped instantly.

"Lin Yu...save me..." Su Qianxue's body went limp, and she subconsciously tried to grab Lin Yu's trouser leg for support.

Lin Yu dodged to the side, took out a clean white silk handkerchief, and carefully wiped a drop of blood from his fingertip, his tone one of disgust:

"Mistress Su, don't make a mess of the floor. Go and clean this up."

Just then, the roar of a helicopter came from outside.

Several blinding searchlights shone into the factory building, and Chen Ling'er led a team of fully armed special forces personnel in. Her pupils contracted sharply as she looked at the dismembered limbs scattered on the floor and Zhang Hao's lifeless body, then she turned to Lin Yu.

"Lin Yu, you murderer..."

"Miss Chen," Lin Yu said calmly, picking up a black silver needle from the pile of corpses on the ground, "the Zhang family is suspected of transnational drug smuggling and illegal detention. They were shot dead during the arrest. Chief Chen will be satisfied with this result."

Chen Ling'er gritted her teeth. She knew that Lin Yu was acting on behalf of Heaven, and that in this battle between martial arts masters, outside the rules, only the man with the pocket watch could decide right and wrong.

"Take Su Qianxue back." Lin Yu said, then stepped into the rain.

……

The next morning.

Jiangzhou Headline Explosion: [A massive transnational criminal gang has been dismantled; all core members of the Zhang Group have been brought to justice, and the ringleader, Zhang Hao, died unexpectedly during the manhunt.]

Nobody knew that Lin Yu had been there.

Except for Su Qianxue.

She was kneeling in the living room of Villa No. 1 in the Cloud Palace, picking at the broken pieces of porcelain in the cracks of the floor with her fingernails, tears falling onto the cold marble, splashing up tiny waves.

She finally understood that Lin Yu didn't kill her because she didn't even have the right to be killed.

"Mistress Su."

Lin Yu's icy voice came from the second floor, "Pack your bags, we're going to the provincial capital."

Su Qianxue suddenly looked up.

Lin Yu stood by the railing, toying with the black silver needle in his hand. On the tip of the needle was engraved a character as thin as a mosquito's fly: "Lin".

"Thirty years ago, they killed my grandfather and forced my father to leave."

Lin Yu's eyes turned pitch black, a darkness deeper than hell itself.

"It's time to settle our score with the Medicine King Pavilion in the provincial capital."