A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

On the surface, Mao Renxin's death was nothing more than an ordinary event.

Shenzhen has a population of over 20 million, and wealthy people are as numerous as hairs on a cow. The death of one or two people wouldn't even cause a ripple in this city.

What's that saying? The earth will keep turning no matter who's gone.

But for some, Mao Renxin's death was like a bolt from the blue.

To outsiders, Mao Renxin is an absolute business tycoon.

He has countless accolades to his name – Chairman and General Manager of Shenzhen Shiji Real Estate Co., Ltd. and Shiji Development Co., Ltd., Chairman and President of Shengtai China Group Co., Ltd., and the head of dozens of enterprise groups.

Each of those titles is incredibly heavy.

His personal wealth is astronomical; some professionals have estimated that Mao Renxin's personal assets exceed three billion US dollars.

Mao Renxin was definitely one of the richest people, practically a walking embodiment of wealth—although now, all that's left over his head is the white sheet of the morgue.

But who knows where his money came from?

How did he transform from an insignificant small contractor into a business tycoon in just ten years?

But what unknown secret lies behind his seemingly "suicide out of fear of punishment"?

Some people have specifically studied and investigated Mao Renxin's rise to wealth.

Unfortunately, the conclusion this person left behind was only one word: mystery.

Just as this person made a discovery and was preparing to make the investigation results public, he was found dead in his own house.

After that, no one dared to be so curious as to delve into how Mao Renxin had gotten started.

That morning, news of Mao Renxin's suicide out of fear of punishment spread like wildfire throughout Shenzhen.

Outside the city gate.

Inside a super mansion that is antique yet exudes majesty, grandeur, style and luxury.

The head of the household had already finished his morning exercise in the fragrant courtyard.

At this moment, she was being served by two beautiful maids and servants, leisurely enjoying her morning tea with some exquisite pastries.

The head of the family was surnamed Hong, and his given name was Sheng. But nowadays, no one dares to call him by his given name anymore.

Almost everyone respectfully calls him "Master Hong".

Master Hong is actually not old.

In terms of age, he was even two years younger than Ding Lisheng.

But his life was by no means as carefree and simple as Ding Lisheng's.

His life was extremely refined, disciplined, and tasteful.

To live in the most tranquil, elegant, and luxurious mansion;

Eat the most natural, green, and pollution-free food;

Wear the most comfortable and well-fitting clothes designed by renowned designers;

Ride in the most stable and comfortable, fully bulletproof car;

Drink the best, strongest, and most expensive liquor;

Play with the most beautiful and purest...

According to a private calculation by Mr. Hong's butler, Mr. Hong's monthly expenses on personal food, clothing, housing, and transportation alone exceed 500,000 US dollars.

At first glance, this number doesn't seem like a very large number.

But that's not how you calculate things; you have to come up with all the details together.

Five hundred thousand a month, twelve months a year, that's six million US dollars.

If you convert the US dollars to RMB, it becomes an astonishing figure—more than 50 million.

Ten years, 500 million.

Twenty years, one billion.

Thirty years... Well, we can calculate that later if Master Hong really lives that long.

Who is Master Hong? What gives him the right to live such a luxurious, almost extravagant, lifestyle?

Master Hong is nobody.

He is the head of the Huilong Society.

Given his status, position, and power, he is absolutely qualified to live such a meticulous and discerning life.

Perhaps Ding Lisheng had too far-sighted vision and too grand ambitions, and looked down on this area outside the pass; or perhaps there were other hidden reasons and considerations!

Although the Huilong Society has repeatedly tried to invade the interior of the pass, and has even been involved in it in secret for some time, the Yihe Gang seems to have never shown any intention towards the outside of the pass.

Without this external threat, Master Hong only needed to guard against internal troubles, and his life would naturally be carefree and comfortable.

However, compared to the Yi He Gang, the Hui Long Society has a much simpler structure.

Unlike the Yihe Gang, the upper echelons are not as deeply entrenched; there is only one head office with eight branch offices under its jurisdiction.

There are nine leaders in total. Unlike Ding Lisheng, Master Hong is not "greedy". In recent years, in addition to keeping an eye on the interior, he has spent more time consolidating the internal affairs.

Compared to Master Hong, Ding Lisheng seemed somewhat overly ambitious.

The Yihe Gang's power was already based inside the Great Wall. If they wanted to expand their territory, the most logical goal would be to march out of the Great Wall.

But instead of eating the piece of fat meat right in front of him, he jumped over the pass and stretched his claws out.

Even now, the elders of the Huilong Society are still unsure whether Ding Lisheng was too cowardly to invade or simply disregarded the area outside the Great Wall.

Compared to Ding Lisheng, Master Hong was much more reliable.

With social progress and economic development, the economy inside the Great Wall has gradually reached a bottleneck, and more and more people are turning their attention to the areas outside the Great Wall, which have great development potential.

When these people invested heavily outside the Great Wall, it was as if they were sending money directly into Master Hong's pocket.

Therefore, the Huilong Society doesn't need to extend its reach outwards anymore. As long as it stabilizes its internal affairs and keeps up with the situation and developments, it can make a fortune.

As a result, in just over a decade, the Huilong Society, which was originally a small-scale operation and even considered dirt poor, has developed into a major gang that can rival the Yihe Gang.

Master Hong was always carefree and happy.

But this morning, when the two men walked into his house, his usually calm and composed face finally showed some movement.

Hong Shu, nicknamed Lao Yi, is the eldest son of Master Hong and the head of the Huilong Society.

Song Ce, nicknamed Ghost Uncle, held a position and influence in the Huilong Society that was as significant as that of the Yihe Gang's advisor.

These two men held positions in the Huilong Society second only to Master Hong. In recent years, Master Hong had been semi-retired, and these two had been handling all the affairs of the gang, managing its eight affiliated groups.

When Lao Yi and Gui Shu arrived, Hong Ye was still having breakfast.

The two dared not barge in rashly, and instead waited quietly outside, following the rules.

Hong Ye lived a more refined life than Ding Lisheng, and had far more rules and regulations.

He doesn't like to be disturbed while he's eating.

Old Yi and Uncle Gui were also afraid that after hearing about this sudden and distressing incident, Master Hong would lose his appetite.

Although I was burning with anxiety, I still waited patiently.

It wasn't until a maid came to inform them that Master Hong had finished breakfast that the two straightened their clothes and quickly walked into the courtyard.

"Father." "Master Hong."

Old One and Uncle Ghost each greeted him respectfully.

"Hmm," Master Hong responded indifferently.

In his life, what Mr. Hong is most proud of are two things.

The first thing he did was take over the Huilong Society from his ancestors, which was originally a penniless small gang. In just twenty years, he managed to turn it into one of the top gangs in Shenzhen, and the only one that was qualified to challenge the Yihe Gang.

The second thing was that he had twin sons—Hong Shu and Hong Ming.

Hong Shu officially joined the Huilong Society at the age of fifteen, and this year marks its tenth anniversary. In these ten years, he has made continuous contributions to the gang, rising from the lowest-ranking thug to the current head of the main branch through his own abilities and strength.

Aside from his status as the crown prince, his success is largely due to his exceptional abilities.

Compared to Hong Shu, Hong Ming appeared extremely low-key, even mysterious.

Because no one in the entire organization had ever seen Hong Ming's true face.

Everyone had only vaguely heard that Master Hong had another son.

Hong Shu's abilities are widely recognized and evident to all.

After Master Hung delegated power to Hung Shu and Uncle Gui, the two not only did not allow the Huilong Society to decline, but instead managed it even more successfully.

This made Master Hong very gratified.

Putting aside his other identities, in terms of mentality alone, Master Hong is no different from any other old man in the world—he's overjoyed that his son is capable.

In any case, you can't take money or power with you when you die. No matter how much you earn, it will eventually be left to your descendants.

He'll pass this position to his son sooner or later. He has no worries about handing the Huilong Society over to Hong Shu.

If there is anything I'm truly worried about, it's that my son is young and inexperienced, and might trust the wrong person.

Despite this concern, he ultimately let go. Hong Shu's wings had grown strong enough; it was time for him to venture out and fly on his own.

It is precisely because Old Master Yi and Uncle Gui are in charge of the Huilong Society that Master Hong has been able to live such a carefree life all these years.

Hong Ye believed that living is not simply about eating, drinking, and defecating.

It must be meticulous, of high quality, and substantial.

That's what real life is all about; that's how you truly experience life.

While the pursuit of romance and the allure of bright lights and bustling nightlife may seem idyllic, it is not conducive to maintaining good health.

Therefore, although such days were commonplace for Master Hong, he was not enthusiastic about them.

He's happy to walk his own arrogant path, ignoring all the idiots gossiping behind his back—anyway, if he hears them, their mouths will be cut off.