A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The rain had stopped, but the sky remained a gloomy gray, showing no sign of clearing up.

After a heavy rain, the road was flooded with puddles and potholes.

The two left the school gate!

As Gu Feng walked, he looked around, hoping to find a restaurant with a more elegant atmosphere so he could have a good meal and have Ding Hanhan give him some extra lessons—he even brought his thick, brick-like anatomy book with him.

However, as soon as he turned into an alley and was about to cross to the main street on the other side, a sense of unease crept into Gu Feng's mind.

It was so quiet all around, unusually quiet, that even the air seemed so thick it was impossible to stir.

Danger!

The thought almost spontaneously popped out of my head.

He didn't stop walking. The further he went, the stronger the sense of danger became, as if countless unseen eyes were watching from the shadows, closing in on them step by step.

Ding Hanhan inadvertently caught a glimpse of Gu Feng's suddenly darkened expression and immediately sensed something was wrong. She quickly lowered her voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's danger. We've been ambushed." Gu Feng's voice was extremely low.

"What should we do then? Send it back?" Ding Hanhan's heart jumped into her throat.

Gu Feng did not answer, but slowly shook his head.

The two were now stuck in the middle of the alley, with no way forward and no way back. Whether they went forward or backward, they were in great danger.

Seeing his expression, Ding Hanhan's heart started pounding wildly.

In a moment of panic, one hand touched Gu Feng's large hand and immediately gripped it tightly without hesitation, like a drowning person suddenly grabbing a piece of driftwood.

Gu Feng, who had been relatively calm, tensed up a bit after her sudden grip.

He turned around and saw that the usually proud and aloof Miss Ding was now looking at him with fear and pity in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring look and said in a calm but firm tone, "Don't panic. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you. Follow me slowly."

Hearing this, Ding Hanhan felt a little relieved.

Looking back on his several assassination attempts, he realized that if it weren't for his constant presence by his side, he would probably have lost his life long ago.

She nodded vigorously and pressed herself tightly against his back.

As Gu Feng walked deeper into the alley, he became increasingly certain that the people who came this time were far more cunning and ruthless than anyone before.

He couldn't tell exactly how many had come, so he could only take it one step at a time.

As they walked forward, the murderous aura became so thick it seemed to solidify, filling the entire alley.

If he were alone on a normal day, Gu Feng wouldn't be afraid at all.

Far from being intimidated, he might even find it somewhat interesting—a perfect opportunity to stretch his muscles and bones.

But now that he has an inescapable burden by his side, he dares not be so arrogant anymore.

He held Ding Hanhan tightly with one hand, trying to keep her body close to him, and was extremely cautious with every step he took.

With such a shrewd and ruthless opponent, even the slightest mistake could cost him and Ding Hanhan their lives.

The damn rain started to fall again at that moment, mingling with the dim light of the sky, making the whole alleyway seem even more eerie.

They walked step by step, the atmosphere becoming extremely oppressive.

Ding Hanhan's hand, which was gripping Gu Feng's, was already soaked with cold sweat, and her heart was pounding rapidly and erratically.

At this moment, she was a thousand times more nervous than when she undressed in front of Gu Feng that night—at that time, at most she would lose her body, but this time she might lose her life!

Just around the corner is the entrance to another street, and once you step out, you'll be on a wide main street. If things really come to a head, there will always be more room to maneuver.

But Gu Feng not only dared not relax, but became even more vigilant—the most dangerous place is often still the most dangerous.

Just as they turned the corner, a figure suddenly appeared at the alley entrance.

A pretty girl, holding an umbrella, carrying a bag on her shoulder, and wearing a plain white dress, quietly entered my field of vision.

Ding Hanhan let out a barely audible sigh—the girl in front of her clearly looked like a student, not a killer who had come to claim her life. Little did she know, bad people never wear the word "bad" on their foreheads, and killers certainly wouldn't openly tell you that they are killers.

Just as the two were about to pass by the girl, a faint, almost imperceptible "hum" rang out, and a foot-long bayonet shot out from the bottom of the girl's bag without warning, stabbing straight at Ding Hanhan.

The bayonet gleamed with a chilling, sinister light; it was incredibly sharp and thrust out at an astonishing speed.

Gu Feng instinctively tried to push Ding Hanhan aside, but in that split second, something unexpected happened—the blade suddenly twisted and turned towards him.

It turns out that the enemy's target from the beginning was not Ding Hanhan, but Gu Feng.

This strike was absolutely fatal—it was aimed directly at Gu Feng's vital points, intended to kill him in one blow.

"Ah! No!" Ding Hanhan cried out in alarm as she saw Gu Feng about to die under the blade.

Gu Feng is already considered a master among masters in this world, but such domineering and fierce swordsmanship is extremely rare, not to mention in modern times, even in the Liao Dynasty.

Caught off guard, the prospect of escaping unscathed is now virtually impossible.

However, no one expected that instead of dodging, he did something unbelievable: he actually used his own body to rush straight towards the bayonet.

When the woman saw that Gu Feng was advancing instead of retreating, she was slightly taken aback. However, she showed no mercy with her bayonet and thrust it forward with even greater force.

A cold smile even crept onto her lips—before setting off, the higher-ups repeatedly emphasized how perilous the mission would be and how formidable the enemy would be; but now it seemed that it was nothing special.

With just one cut, it's done, time to go home and have dinner.

A muffled "thud" came from the sharp blade.

The woman felt a surge of joy—clearly, the bayonet had hit its target.

However, to be absolutely sure, she still mustered all her strength and thrust the blade forward with all her might, not only to stab the other person through, but also to stir it a few times to ensure that the other person was completely dead.

But before her joy could spread, a sudden chill ran through her—the bayonet in her hand seemed to have struck an incredibly hard iron plate, unable to advance even an inch further.

She looked down and her face turned deathly pale.

The blade struck not the enemy's body, but rather the thick, brick-like book in their hand.

The female assassin reacted very quickly; sensing something was wrong, she immediately tried to retreat.

However, it was too late.

The gap in between was only a fraction of a second, but for Gu Feng, whose reaction speed was exceptionally fast, that was enough.

In that instant, he made his move.

Gu Feng's principle is well-known: I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they offend me, I will get angry.

When Gu Feng gets angry, the consequences are always extremely serious.

Once the great official Gu makes a move, the scene will surely be earth-shattering and awe-inspiring.

If he could only choose one defensive strategy, he would choose offense.

If he could only choose one weapon to kill, he would only trust his own fists.

With a thunderous roar, a punch was thrown out. With the force of a thunderbolt and the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, it made the heavens and earth tremble and lose their senses.

With a muffled thud, the female assassin who had been struck squarely by Gu Feng's punch was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, disappearing into the extremely low visibility rain and fog.

Several seconds passed before a muffled thud was heard from afar as a heavy object crashed into a puddle, after which there was no further sound.

Clearly, the assassin who was determined to take Gu Feng's life was in grave danger.

Having just resolved one problem and wanting to breathe a sigh of relief, Gu Feng was struck by danger once again.

Behind him, a long knife was silently handed over.

Without the slightest sound of wind, Gu Feng relied entirely on an almost beast-like intuition to detect the deadly chill, and then, with his extremely sharp reflexes, narrowly avoided the attack.

That was another assassin—a man whose only visible feature was his two menacing eyes, wrapped in a black cloak from head to toe, looking utterly ruthless.

Gu Feng even had the leisure to entertain an absurd thought: Where did you buy this dress? I'll go find one myself when I have time.

But the other party didn't give him a chance to ask any questions. His strike missed, and before Gu Feng could even throw a punch to retaliate, the figure flashed away and disappeared from his sight.

The man's body, which was clearly right in front of me half a second ago, vanished into thin air the next, like a cloud of mist, disappearing into the air in an instant. It was terrifying—it was like a deadly magic trick, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The two assassins who have already appeared are both extraordinary.

And what follows will likely be far more than just these two.

Gu Feng finally put away his usual carefree attitude, and his expression became cold and focused.

He held Ding Hanhan tightly behind him, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. Every inch of air and every drop of rain was tense to the extreme in his perception, waiting for the enemy to attack again.