A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

This battle was extremely brutal.

In the misty alley, one mournful scream after another rang out, rising and falling, each scream more pitiful and tragic than the last.

These assassins were all top-notch daredevils, and licking blood off the blade was commonplace for them.

But they had never encountered such a powerful and cruel opponent before—after being stabbed and falling down, with no strength left to resist, this devilish man still refused to let them go, determined to leave another mark on them that belonged only to him.

Every cut cut through the skin and flesh, straight into the bone!

Each slash brought forth a storm of blood and gore.

Killing you doesn't seem to be his real goal!

It seems that leaving you with no trace is not the outcome he desires.

Tearing you to pieces on the spot, stripping you of even the right to be reincarnated, is what he truly wants to do.

The air was thick with the smells of blood, the stench of incontinence, and the stench of rotting garbage nearby. Even with the rain trying to suppress the stench, the smells still blended into a complex and nauseating odor that permeated the entire alley.

Ding Hanhan watched helplessly as swords flashed and blood rained down.

The thick, pungent smell of blood assaulted her nostrils and lungs, causing her stomach to churn uncontrollably.

Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and with a loud "whoosh," she bent over and vomited violently.

The assassins began to consider retreating. This was the first time since they entered the profession of assassins that they had such thoughts while on a mission.

Unfortunately, they had no way out.

Once you've accepted an assassination mission, there's only one path left besides successfully retiring: death.

The assassins fell one after another, but the remaining ones stubbornly resisted, none of them kneeling down to beg for mercy from Gu Feng. These assassins were truly exceptionally dedicated.

Gu Feng was soaked through, drenched in sweat, rain, and blood—from the falling rain, splattered from his enemies, and flowing from his own wounds.

His appearance was extremely frightening, but what was even more frightening was his eyes.

He seemed to have gone mad, killing gods and Buddhas alike, ferocious and terrifying.

"Whistle—" Suddenly, a strange whistling sound pierced the air.

The assassins' expressions changed drastically, as if prisoners who were being tortured had suddenly been pardoned. They reached into their robes, pulled out something that looked like an egg, and threw it hard on the ground.

Gu Feng was shocked, thinking they were going to throw the kind of powerful hand grenade seen on TV. His heart pounded, and he quickly retreated, leaping several feet away to shield Ding Hanhan.

However, to his utter surprise, after those things landed, there was no explosion; instead, thick plumes of smoke instantly billowed up.

The entire alley was instantly engulfed in white smoke, blurring the view.

Gu Feng dared not make any rash moves. He held his breath, held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, and was ready to kill with all his might at the slightest sign of trouble.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the smoke, but no one approached him and Ding Hanhan. When the smoke finally cleared, only Gu Feng, covered in blood and resembling a blood-soaked figure, and Ding Hanhan, pale with fright and trembling, remained in the scene.

The assassins, along with the corpses on the ground, had all vanished.

If it weren't for the blood still flowing on the ground, being gradually diluted by the rain, it would have seemed as if nothing had ever happened.

Gu Feng stood still until the last wisp of smoke dissipated and there was no further movement for a long time before he finally untied the sleeve from his hand. The blood-stained longsword clattered to the ground.

He reached out and scooped up the disoriented Ding Hanhan, then retreated back the way he came without looking back.

Having gone through this fierce battle, he finally felt a bit like a "god"—right now, let alone being called to eat, even if dragon meat were served, he would have no appetite at all.

The rain gradually subsided.

After walking for a while outside the alley, Ding Hanhan finally recovered from her shock and looked up at Gu Feng—he was covered in blood, some from his enemies and some from his own.

Looking at herself, she was also soaked through, her thin clothes clinging to her body, her underwear barely visible underneath.

Looking like this, it's clearly impossible for him to go back to school.

She then whispered to Gu Feng, "We can't go back to school like this. How about... we go to my place first?"

Gu Feng recalled the ambiguous look in Ding Lisheng's eyes when he looked at him, and then thought of Ding Lizhi, whom he didn't like. He frowned and shook his head: "I don't want to go to your house."

In the past, Ding Hanhan would have already yelled at him, "Is there a ghost in my house waiting for you?"

But now, after several intimate encounters and life-or-death situations, she can no longer harden her heart for this man.

She simply softened her voice and asked again, "Then let's go back to your house."

Gu Feng thought for a moment, then shook his head.

He didn't want Su Man'er to see him like this, let alone bring Ding Hanhan back with him—that would just be asking for trouble.

"You won't go here, you won't go there, where do you want to go?" Ding Hanhan frowned slightly, but without a trace of complaint. After thinking for a moment, she softly suggested, "Then... let's go to my house by the sea. Sometimes when I don't want to stay at home, I go there to stay by myself."

"Is it far?" Gu Feng asked.

"It's about a half-hour drive," Ding Hanhan replied.

"A lot of people?" Gu Feng asked again.

"There's no one else, just an auntie who comes to clean and tidy up every day," Ding Hanhan explained patiently.

After she finished speaking, she suddenly came to her senses—when did she become so patient, and when did her temper become so good?

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Gu Feng urged impatiently. The wounds on his body weren't painted on, and they were burning painfully at the moment.

Ding Hanhan quickly dialed Abu's number. The clueless guy was dozing off on the side of the road near the school when he answered the phone. Within two minutes, he pulled up in his Bentley in front of them.

Abu looked up and saw that the young lady was soaking wet, her exquisite curves fully exposed. He was immediately dumbfounded and swallowed hard.

But when he saw Gu Feng standing next to him and saw how disheveled the two of them were, he was shocked. He quickly got out of the car and opened the door for them. He opened his mouth several times, but didn't dare to ask anything.

Once in the car, Ding Hanhan, disregarding her own lack of clothing, first pulled a large towel from the storage cabinet and draped it over Gu Feng. Then she rummaged through the first-aid kit, took out disinfectant and gauze, and carefully bandaged him to stop the bleeding.

Being served so meticulously and thoughtfully by Miss Ding, Gu Feng was momentarily overwhelmed with gratitude.

He truly hadn't expected that this woman, who was usually so fierce and prickly, would become so gentle and docile once she shed that armor that could hurt someone at any moment.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Has the rain damaged your brain?" After bandaging the last wound, Ding Hanhan blushed and asked in a reproachful tone when she saw him still staring at her blankly.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Gu Feng didn't look away, still staring straight at her: "Ding Hanhan, are you sure you didn't take the wrong medicine today?"

"What do you mean?" Ding Hanhan's eyes flickered.

"Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?" Gu Feng blurted out all the questions that had been bothering him.

Ding Hanhan was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at him sideways and sighed softly: "You would give your life for me. What's the big deal about the trivial things I do for you?"

"Well..." Gu Feng opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"Well? Just say what you have to say," Ding Hanhan said.

"Then—can I lean on you for a bit? I'm so tired right now, I really want to sleep for a while." Gu Feng decided to push his luck.

"Go ahead and lean on me if you want." Ding Hanhan generously opened her arms and welcomed him with open arms.

Seeing him standing there dumbfounded in disbelief, she couldn't help but chuckle. She then pulled him into her arms and said softly, "You've already touched me; you've already kissed me. What more could there be than letting you lean on me?"