A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Gu Feng left home just after six in the morning.

There was still plenty of time before class started at 8:30. If Su Man'er still had the energy, she could easily go through two more rounds.

Unfortunately, judging from her weak and listless appearance just now, it would be quite remarkable if she could even withstand the torment, let alone fight again.

Stepping out of the alley, the outside was gradually becoming lively.

The elderly doing their morning exercises, the working class starting their day, and the white-collar workers in suits, ties, and notebooks, all adorning this bustling metropolis, all contribute to its charm.

Gu Feng strolled leisurely, savoring the feeling of being a modern person.

"Hey handsome, wanna buy some breakfast?" a woman selling fried dough sticks greeted him warmly.

Gu Feng smiled and shook his head.

He sees this woman every day; she always sets up a stall here.

But the man next to me, wearing a handkerchief and hawking fried dough sticks, was someone I'd never seen before.

The man had a frying pan in front of him, with a coal stove underneath. He was frying and selling dough sticks on the spot, but business was very slow. It must be because it was too hot and everyone was afraid of getting a sore throat.

Gu Feng inadvertently came face to face with the man, his expression froze for a moment, and he immediately became alert.

It is often said that women are meticulous, but men also have an innate sense of crisis.

A master of Gu Feng's caliber has incredibly keen senses; he can detect even the slightest disturbance.

The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to suddenly become filled with a suffocating oppression.

A carefree person might think it was because of the hot weather, but Gu Feng knew that it wasn't—it was murderous aura, the kind of murderous aura that only someone with a strong desire to kill and a strong sense of violence could exude!

With such intense killing intent, why not become an assassin and instead come here as an unlicensed street vendor? Isn't that a waste of talent?

Just as Gu Feng was thinking this, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, the man picked up a whole pot of boiling hot oil and poured it over his head.

As expected, no materials were wasted; this man really is an assassin!

Fortunately, Gu Feng was prepared. Amid the exclamations of passersby, he drifted away like a bubble swept up by a gust of wind.

The pot of hot oil, hot enough to scald a person, didn't touch the person at all, but the sizzling sound when it splashed onto the ground and the rising white smoke were still shocking.

"Bro, you're not jealous of my good looks and want to ruin my face, are you?" Gu Feng smiled casually, but in his heart he thought to himself, "Thank goodness I've trained, otherwise you would have really ruined me this time."

The man was stunned for a moment after his attack failed, but he quickly regained his senses and threw the iron pot out of his hand, which smashed straight at Gu Feng.

The pot hadn't even arrived, but the people were already moving.

Gu Feng leaped into the air and launched a long-range kick, sending the iron pot flying back.

With a muffled thud, a powerful shot landed squarely on the man, sending him sprawling to the ground, pot and all.

Just as Gu Feng was about to press his advantage, a sudden gust of wind swept in from behind, sharp and swift, clearly indicating a sneak attack.

He dared not be careless and immediately lunged forward, rolling several times in succession. Although he dodged the attack from behind, he was covered in dust and looked utterly disheveled.

Once he stood still and looked around, he realized that the person who had attacked him was a factory worker in a uniform, holding a bayonet about a foot long.

"You guys are out working so early in the morning, you're really dedicated!"

Gu Feng chuckled, but inwardly he was puzzled. He hadn't offended anyone recently, had he?

Could it be that the five sons of the Zheng family saw through my scheme to frame Zheng Fengjiao? But the Zheng family doesn't seem to have anyone that shrewd.

Or perhaps, Zheng Fengjiao suddenly realized something after Chen Hongyin's hysterical shout of "You tricked me!"

Or perhaps Ding Lisheng and his advisor sold themselves out?

Or did a few of my senior brothers leak the news?

Thinking of this, Gu Feng sighed helplessly. Just like in GG, anything is possible!

The man with the knife missed his first attack and did not continue his assault. Instead, he went to the man selling fried dough sticks to check on his injuries.

Without a doubt, these people were working together. Gu Feng looked at his clothes, which were covered in dirt, and anger slowly rose from the bottom of his heart. Just as he was about to pounce on the two of them and take them down, a sharp whooshing sound came again.

At first, it is extremely far and fine, but it can arrive in an instant, so fast that it is indescribable.

The bullets were fired from a distance!

Gu Feng was shocked. He didn't care about his image anymore. He rolled on the spot like a lazy donkey, rolled again and again and again... until he reached the telephone pole, where he suddenly crouched down and hid behind it.

By this time, he was covered in cold sweat, because as he rolled over, he heard a series of "thuds" behind him—the muffled thuds of bullets hitting the ground.

If he had been even a fraction of a second slower, he would have been riddled with bullets.

"These guys are ruthless!" Gu Feng gasped for breath, huddled behind a telephone pole, his mind racing as he plotted his escape.

The fact that the bullet entered the ground at an angle indicates that the shooter was at a high position.

He glanced back and saw an alleyway about ten meters away. At his speed, he should be able to get there in three seconds. Once he turned the corner, it would be a blind spot for shooting.

There was no cover anywhere else, only a few broken bricks under the utility pole. Could they possibly use those bricks as shields?

Hey, you know what, this outlandish idea actually gave him a solution.

He quickly took off his shirt, tied a knot in each sleeve, stuffed a brick into each, and silently counted one, two, three. The moment he reached three, he flung the shirt outwards and simultaneously leaped up, rushing straight towards the alley entrance.

Sure enough, the sniper was completely fooled by the feint and fired repeatedly at the shirt. By the time he realized it was just a piece of clothing and tried to aim again, Gu Feng had already disappeared into the alleyway.

"That kid's too cunning!" The sniper reluctantly put away his rifle, disassembled it piece by piece, and put it into a long, narrow violin case.

Just as he was about to leave, the door was kicked open, and a brick flew towards him.

No need to guess, the one who threw the brick was none other than the vengeful Gu Feng.

If you dare to ambush him on the first day of the lunar month, he'll dare to retaliate on the fifteenth!

The ancient official was always very principled in his actions: when dealing with vicious people, he would be viciouser than them; when dealing with despicable people, he would be despicable; when dealing with dashing people, he would be dashing; and when dealing with people more handsome than him... he would disfigure them!

Before the gunman could understand what was happening, a sharp pain shot through his forehead, his vision went red, and a salty liquid began to flow down his face.

In a dizzying moment, Gu Feng grabbed her hair and lifted her up, his cold voice ringing in her ear: "Who sent you? Confess and you'll be severely punished; resist and you'll be crippled!"

Gu Feng originally thought that after he said that, this person would definitely shout defiantly, "Go ahead and kill me! If I even flinch, I'm your grandson!"

He was already prepared to use the methods he had used against Fourth Brother, to let this comrade who was doing underground work know what was what.

To everyone's surprise, this guy nodded vigorously, begging for mercy repeatedly: "No, no, no, big brother, I'll take you there, I'll take you right now!"

Gu Feng was incredibly surprised. With such a low level of integrity, how dare they become an assassin? They have absolutely no professional ethics!

The bloodied gunman led the shirtless Gu Feng downstairs, through two alleys, to a Mercedes parked on the side of the road. He reached out and knocked on the window, which slowly rolled down.

When Gu Feng saw the two people sitting in the car, his expression changed drastically, and he roared, "What are you two up to?"