A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"What did he say?" Gu Feng turned around and asked Ding Hanhan behind him.

"I don't know. But I think it's not exactly a nice thing to say," Ding Hanhan replied, which was essentially saying nothing.

Gu Feng sighed and was about to stand up when his brows furrowed suddenly—this matter was not over yet.

A sense of danger resurfaced in his keen intuition once again.

He had just been wondering if the assassin's escape was a diversionary tactic, and sure enough, it happened.

The hurried yet light footsteps, treading through the rain-soaked ground, approached rapidly from afar.

The rain and mist mixed with rising water vapor, making visibility extremely narrow. Beyond thirty meters, everything became blurry, and it was impossible to see any human figures.

But Gu Feng, with his ears alone, could clearly distinguish that there were no fewer than ten people coming, and each of them was a master.

He glanced down at the still-bleeding knife wound on his hand, his brows furrowing even more. He looked around, searching for something to stop the bleeding. Seeing this, Ding Hanhan hurriedly opened her bag, rummaged through it haphazardly, and finally pulled something out and handed it to him.

But as she handed it over, her face flushed bright red.

Gu Feng looked up and saw that his brows were not relaxed, but rather furrowed even more tightly—what Ding Hanhan handed him was actually a large, unopened band-aid.

"This... can be used as a pad to stop the bleeding." Ding Hanhan's face was as red as if it were about to bleed, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Using this thing that women use to stop bleeding? Miss Ding's intelligence is truly unmatched.

It's truly remarkable that she could come up with such a method.

However, from a slightly more professional perspective, this stuff does seem to be able to stop bleeding.

Gu Feng felt a chill run through him. Ding Hanhan was truly something else, still having the mind to humiliate people at a time like this.

Gu Feng had never used panty liners, but he had seen them before.

Su Man'er always kept this thing in her bag.

The first time he accidentally saw it, he pointed at it with great curiosity and asked all sorts of questions.

But after Su Man'er blushed and told him what it was for, he refused to touch it again, avoiding it like the plague.

"I...I haven't used it," Ding Hanhan stammered.

Of course I'd use it if you hadn't. But even if you hadn't used it, I'd still feel awkward using it.

Gu Feng sighed helplessly.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, leaving no room for further hesitation.

Without hesitation, Gu Feng grabbed one of his shirt sleeves, gritted his teeth, and yanked it off with all his might—with a "rip," the entire sleeve was torn off, revealing his strong and muscular arm underneath.

He originally intended to use this sleeve to wrap the wound on his hand.

But Ding Hanhan was quick-witted and nimble, tearing open the large pack of band-aids and swiftly applying it to his bleeding wound.

The feeling was a million times more embarrassing than sticking it on her underwear, but her movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. Gu Feng didn't have time to think further, bent down and picked up the long knife that the assassin had dropped on the ground, and used the torn sleeve, along with the "giant band-aid," to firmly bind the knife to his hand.

He wanted to bite the cloth and pull it tighter with his teeth to prevent the knife handle from slipping out of his hand during the clash.

But then your nose would inevitably have to rub against that pad.

So he simply tugged at the knot with his other hand, then pulled Ding Hanhan behind him, pointing his sword at the ground with one hand, waiting for those people to appear.

At that moment, he stood quietly in the rain, dragging his long sword.

Rainwater trickled down his face, the hem of his clothes, and the tip of his knife.

Ding Hanhan stared blankly—she felt as if she had seen Hua Di step out of the movie, and she was completely lost in thought.

At this moment, Gu Feng, standing upright in the rain, was so aloof, so elegant, and so captivating.

Soon, the footsteps drew closer.

A flurry of figures emerged from the rain, and a dozen or so black-clad assassins wielding long knives appeared before the two men.

As long as a person is alive, there will always be various kinds of helplessness.

One such example is the tendency to hate violence yet resort to violence to combat it.

Gu Feng wanted to say to Ding Hanhan: "Miss Ding, if I kill many people today, please remember—I was forced to do it."

He truly hated violence, always believing that only barbaric, vulgar, and brainless brutes would resort to fists to solve problems at the drop of a hat.

Truly capable people rely on their brains.

Especially in today's society, it's clearly a society that consumes brains.

But right now, even if he were incredibly intelligent, it wouldn't help—they weren't here to reason with him, they were here to kill him.

This time, the assassination attempt was so large-scale that it was clear that Gu Feng was also included in the plan, in addition to Ding Hanhan.

In other words, if these people were indeed sent by the one who wanted to wipe out the Ding family line, then Gu Feng has truly been regarded as a member of the Ding family.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be necessary to go to such lengths to take the life of a defenseless girl.

Looking at the assassins who were eyeing them menacingly and could pounce on them at any moment to hack them to pieces, Gu Feng suddenly smiled and said to Ding Hanhan behind him, "Ding Hanhan, I'm starting to regret this."

"Regret what?" Ding Hanhan was already stunned and asked blankly.

"I regret pretending so much that night. If I had stuck to my principle of 'I only want your body, not your heart,' I would have slept with you that night. Even if I died here for you today, I wouldn't feel so cheated," Gu Feng said bitterly.

Ding Hanhan was so surprised she almost bit her tongue off. What kind of time is this to be thinking about this?

But on second thought, it seems... that makes sense.

If it weren't for my stubbornness that night when things were about to happen, I wouldn't be going to meet the King of Hell with my virginity in such a regretful state.

It's that damn "what if" again—life has no "what ifs," only results and consequences.

Ding Hanhan made a silent resolution: if she could escape unscathed this time, she wouldn't want any more "what ifs." She would never give herself any chance to regret it.

However, in the instant her mind raced, Gu Feng had already brandished his long sword and charged towards the group of assassins.

Assassins exist for the purpose of assassination. Regardless of whether the target is male or female, young or old, alone or in a group, their method is always the same—to hack and slash until the target is dead.

Upon meeting, the assassins raised their bayonets, engaging in no one-on-one combat, but rather a bloodthirsty slaughter.

The clash of swords and the shadows of blades enveloped Gu Feng, each move and stance aimed directly at his vital points.

Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

Gu Feng understood this principle when he was very young.

In the past, in that dog-eat-dog world, to survive and avoid being bullied, one had to learn to be ruthless and to strike first.

Therefore, when he realized that these people were determined to take his life, he put away all his indecisiveness and his compassion.

You want me dead? Then I'll send you all to hell first.

Gu Feng wouldn't engage in superstitious or mysterious acts.

He is never afraid of anyone when it comes to head-on confrontations and a true test of strength.

At that moment, he was as if possessed by a demon, charging into the crowd and blocking the deadly bayonets.

Given the slightest opening, the smallest chance, he would strike back with a knife more cruelly and brutally than his enemy. At that moment, he was no longer the benevolent and skilled doctor, nor the seemingly honest and easily deceived good student.

He was a bloodthirsty madman, with only one thought in his mind—to kill.

He could only survive by killing all the people in front of him.

As blood splattered everywhere and the stench of blood grew stronger, Gu Feng's killing intent gradually boiled over, and even his eyes slowly turned crimson.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his chest, followed by a sharp pain—an assassin had slashed his body open.

It wasn't deep or long, but it had a burning, searing pain, like being scorched by flames.

When warm blood flowed down his chest, he finally lost all his anger.

If the enemy's blood wasn't stimulating enough, then his own boiling blood would be enough to ignite the arrogant, savage, and cruel nature that was inherent in his bones.

If they strike again, the only outcome will be a fight to the death.

A furious roar erupted, and Gu Feng swung his longsword, charging straight towards the crowd like a ravenous, ferocious beast.