A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Once outside the room, Ding Hanhan's smile vanished, replaced by a cold and serious expression.

She could see that the long table was packed with people—her four uncles and twenty-one hall masters were all present.

"Dear uncles and elders, thank you all for gracing us with your presence tonight." Ding Hanhan's voice was clear and crisp, yet composed and dignified. "I invited you all here tonight not only to have dinner together, but also to convey a few words that my father asked me to pass on."

After speaking, she slowly walked to the head of the table. Gu Feng, with great gentlemanly manners, pulled out a chair for her.

However, just as Ding Hanhan was about to sit down, the second brother of the fourth hall spoke first, casually reminding her, "Miss, that seat is for the dragon head. Your seat is over there."

The second brother's words were very clear, and what he meant was even clearer—you little brat, you're not qualified to sit there.

Everyone thought that Ding Hanhan would blush and be at a loss for words after hearing these words.

Even Gu Feng was worried that she would be embarrassed and was about to speak up for her when he heard Ding Hanhan smile faintly: "Fourth Hall Master, the banquet tonight was not my own idea, but my father's. And tonight I am not representing myself, but my father. So I think I should sit here."

As soon as she finished speaking, her beautiful eyes flashed like lightning, sweeping across the entire room. On her calm face, a pair of cold eyes held a piercing glint, chilling yet dignified.

The entire table fell silent. Even the second brother, who had started the argument, was speechless.

Ding Hanhan waited quietly for a moment, and seeing that no one else had any objections, she slowly sat down.

Like father, like daughter. Ding Lisheng's daughter is indeed quite capable. Gu Feng secretly praised her in his heart.

"Everyone, I think none of us wanted to see our father suffer such a sudden misfortune. Although he has temporarily collapsed, I believe he will soon be able to stand up again." Ding Hanhan spoke slowly again, but her gaze was intentionally or unintentionally looking at Gu Feng—her eyes were full of expectation and hope.

The hall masters all nodded in agreement with these words.

The only one who disagreed was Gu Feng.

The bullet that hit his leg struck his femur; though the bullet has been removed, the bone was still damaged. The bullet that hit his chest, while not hitting his heart, pierced his entire lung. The bullet that hit his head, in particular, was almost fatal. If he recovers in six months, it's a miracle; if he recovers in three to five years, that's considered fast; if he's paralyzed for life, that's not unusual at all.

Why did Ding Hanhan say that?

Is this just a delaying tactic?

"As you all know, although Father was injured, he is out of danger and has woken up today. He has given instructions that during his recovery, my advisor and I will temporarily take full charge of the Yihe Gang. My four uncles will assist in handling gang affairs." Ding Hanhan's almost icy voice echoed throughout the living room.

Upon hearing this, Gu Feng couldn't help but give it another shout of praise.

Ding Hanhan is indeed excellent; she understands immediately.

She changed "direct succession" to "temporary acting" which gave the other leaders a psychological adjustment period and also bought herself ample time.

To Gu Feng's surprise, she even dragged someone down with her.

You have to understand that if Miss Ding were to act on her behalf alone, those self-reliant, arrogant, and unyielding hall masters might not be willing to obediently submit to her.

But if you add a senior figure who is even more senior than them, who is influential in the gang, and whose words carry weight—the advisor—the situation would be completely different.

In fact, even without Miss Ding's involvement, no one would complain if the advisor were merely temporarily in charge of the gang's affairs.

In terms of qualifications, experience, and ability, there is no one else in the entire gang who can compare to Master Shi.

Now that the advisor and Miss Ding are jointly managing the affairs, people are actually more at ease. With the eldest daughter of the leader keeping an eye on things, everyone doesn't have to worry too much about the advisor monopolizing power and usurping the throne. And with the high-ranking and experienced advisor in charge, everyone is not afraid that the young lady is too young and might make rash and foolish mistakes.

This system of checks and balances, where each side checks and balances the others, wouldn't raise any major objections at the top of the Yihe Gang. In everyone's eyes, this was merely a stopgap measure that Ding Lisheng had to take during his recovery, and there really wasn't a better option at the moment.

Later, when Gu Feng truly understood the advisor's status and influence within the Yihe Gang, he looked back at Ding Hanhan's actions today and felt not admiration, but genuine respect.

By doing this, Ding Hanhan effectively shifted everyone's attention to the advisor, avoiding the main issue.

Meanwhile, she, who seemed to only play a supervisory role and was even dispensable, could secretly begin to plot and gradually consolidate real power.

Even though this was understandable, Ding Hanhan's words still caused an uproar.

"Young Miss, is this really the Dragon Head's intention?" The head of the Twenty-One Halls, the Neurotic Brother, asked a very direct question.

Yes, it was a very candid question, but at this critical juncture, to the other hall masters, it sounded as neurotic as its name suggests—even if they had genuine doubts, they shouldn't have voiced them so bluntly.

"Crazy Guy," as his name suggests, is indeed quite eccentric.

Upon hearing this, Ding Hanhan gave a cold laugh, too lazy to even offer an explanation, and bluntly rebuked, "You're crazy. Next time you speak, can you at least think it through before you speak?"

"Yeah, what time is it? Stop acting crazy and shut up," said Wild Chicken, the leader of the Sixteenth Hall of Loyalty and Integrity.

"What's it to you if I'm talking? Don't make me uncomfortable!" The neurotic-faced man immediately turned cold and glared angrily at the pheasant.

"I really don't want to talk to you, I don't even care to. But this is a gang, and you open your mouth to ask such brainless, meaningless, and uncultured questions, I have no choice but to talk to you." Wild Chicken Brother retorted without backing down.

This guy's eloquence is clearly remarkable. He didn't use a single dirty word in his words, yet he managed to make the crazy guy look half dead.

"You bastard, try saying that again!" Crazy Bro got really angry and slammed his fist on the table.

"What if I say one more word? What are you going to do about it?" Bro Pheasant wasn't intimidated at all and stood up abruptly.

The two glared at each other, locked in a stalemate, as if they were about to come to blows at any moment.

These two leaders have always been at odds, like oil and water, and their constant bickering is an open secret in the Yihe Gang; everyone is used to it.

But it's really annoying that they're still arguing at this crucial moment.

Before Ding Hanhan could speak up to stop them, Uncle Heng, the leader of the four uncles, coldly snorted, "Nonsense, you two think I'm invisible?"

Uncle Ha was getting a little annoyed: "What time is it? Stop arguing! Is this even interesting?"

Before the other two uncles could even open their mouths, Crazy Guy and Wild Chicken Guy had already shut up and sat down again, looking rather disgusted. However, their faces were both incredibly sour, resembling two turds of excrement.

The hall fell silent, but the smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate.

At this moment, Long Tai, the leader of the Yihe Gang's First Hall—the Heavenly Silkworm Hall, which was also the most powerful and had the most henchmen in the gang, slowly spoke: "Young Miss, this meeting is so important tonight, where is the advisor?"

Ding Hanhan frowned slightly. Long Tai, the leader of the Heavenly Silkworm Hall, was a very important figure in the gang. Even when her father was in power, he had to give him some leeway.

If this guy is the first to stand up against her, she could very well lose a third of the supporters present.

As far as she knew, Long Tai had close ties and personal relationships with several other hall masters, and the fourth of his four uncles, Uncle Jiang, also thought highly of him.

If his surname weren't Long and not Ding, he would be the most popular candidate for the second leader.

"Master Long, the advisor is in the hospital." Ding Hanhan knew that this person was not to be offended, especially at this critical juncture, so she answered with extra caution.

She had expected him to continue his attack, questioning why the advisor hadn't attended such an important meeting, and she was already quickly calculating how to respond. Unexpectedly, Long Tai simply nodded after hearing her words and remained silent.

But his silence doesn't mean others won't speak. No sooner had Ding Hanhan finished speaking than Lei Ri, the head of the Golden Centipede Hall, opened his mouth, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction: "The advisor is really something, not showing up at such an important meeting. Those who should be here aren't, while those who shouldn't be are."

Lei Ri's words sounded like a lighthearted complaint, but they were actually quite sharp. The spearhead was directly aimed at three targets—the first half questioned the absence of the advisor; the second half naturally pointed to Gu Feng, who "shouldn't have come"; and the whole sentence was an insinuation that Ding Hanhan was putting on a one-woman show.