A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Master, are you crazy!" Gu Feng felt a sudden chill on his head, and water droplets trickled down his hair, soaking his face and clothes. He was jolted awake and became more alert.

"The advisor isn't crazy, but you're a bit out of your mind. I need to wake you up properly." The advisor, still somewhat annoyed, raised the empty bottle and lightly tapped it on the boy's wet head.

"Alright, I'm perfectly sober now." Gu Feng snatched the bottle and threw it out the window.

"Then tell me yourself, how hurtful were the things you just did? Do you realize that now?" the advisor asked coldly.

"So what if we know? Does knowing them bring them all back?" Gu Feng sighed and asked rhetorically.

"Sigh." The advisor sighed helplessly, and said earnestly, "Gu Feng, your boating skills are clearly not very good. Why do you still overestimate yourself and try to board several boats at once?"

"I……"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten that we live in a monogamous society. And don't give me that nonsense about how people in the martial world have no choice in what they do. If you're going to argue, then come up with a reason that can truly convince me," the advisor interrupted coldly.

"I was greedy." Gu Feng's voice lowered, and he finally admitted it.

The advisor was speechless for a moment, staring blankly at him: "Since you know it's wrong, why do you keep making the same mistake? Since you're so obsessed with having three wives and four concubines, why do you do something so foolish that you're shooting yourself in the foot? Forget it, I'm old and can't figure out what you young people are thinking. I'm too lazy to bother with these messy love affairs anymore. Let them do whatever they want."

After finishing his sentence, the advisor casually tossed a pack of tissues to the disheveled Gu Feng, then started the car and drove off.

"Master, where is my Senior Brother Li? Where is he now?" Gu Feng asked, wiping the water from his head and face.

"Him? He's not as lucky as you. He'll probably be prosecuted. There were so many witnesses there, they all saw it clearly—he hit Chen Dashan on the head four times in one go. By the last three blows, Chen was already on the ground, so it was completely unnecessary. If it's considered excessive self-defense, he might get a light sentence; but if it's considered intentional homicide, he'll most likely get life imprisonment."

"It can't be that melodramatic, can it?" Gu Feng stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. Ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh. Young people certainly have the right to make mistakes, but if they do, they have to bear the consequences." The advisor casually threw out a very fashionable remark.

"Master, why do I feel like you're acting strangely today?" Gu Feng suddenly stared intently at the master, looking him up and down.

"Is there?" The advisor's face remained calm and composed, revealing not a single flaw. But as Mr. Gu Long aptly put it—the absence of flaws is the greatest flaw.

At this point, Gu Feng was almost certain that his advisor was hiding something from him.

"Master, do you have any bottled water left?" Gu Feng suddenly started rummaging through the car.

"Are you thirsty and want some water?" the advisor asked suspiciously.

"No. I just wanted to do what you did just now to wake you up." Gu Feng said seriously.

The advisor felt a chill run down his spine and quickly shut his mouth tightly, refusing to utter another word.

"Master, you're hiding something from me." Gu Feng's gaze was like a knife, piercing his master.

"No," the advisor denied very decisively.

"You have."

"Really not." The advisor's eyes began to shift and flicker.

"You definitely have it."

"I……"

"You didn't!" Gu Feng suddenly changed his tone.

"I have..." The advisor blurted out, then immediately regretted it so much he wanted to bite his own tongue off.

"Heh heh, advisor—confess and you'll be punished severely; resist and you'll be crippled. You must understand that principle, right?" Gu Feng chuckled sinisterly.

"Gu Feng, you little fox. I haven't even raised my tail yet, and you've already sensed something's wrong." The advisor finally had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Master, enough with the nonsense, tell me the truth. What exactly are you up to?"

"You want to hear the truth?" The advisor glanced at him sideways, revealing his usual unserious manner.

This matter concerns Li Xiaolan's fate for the rest of his life, and Gu Feng had no intention of joking at this moment, only nodding solemnly.

"Alright, then let's speak frankly." The clerk sighed and then said seriously, "I think Xiao Li is a talented person, and he's very suitable for our Yihe Gang. These are turbulent times, and Yihe is in dire need of fresh blood like him. I want to recruit him—whether he's the young lady's right-hand man or a future hall master. In short, as long as he's willing to join us, his troubles will no longer be troubles."

"What if he refuses?" Gu Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he only asked calmly on the surface.

"If he refuses..." The clerk paused slightly, "for your sake, I can still reluctantly represent him in this case. But the best-case scenario is probably manslaughter, a five-year sentence." As he spoke, he slowly raised five fingers.

"What if he agrees?" Gu Feng asked again.

"The moment he agreed, I, the clerk, will do whatever it takes to ensure his safety. It's not impossible to convict him of excessive self-defense, sentence him to a year or two, and then postpone the execution for another year or two." The clerk smiled.

"Master, you really are a cunning old fox." Gu Feng raised his hand and poked the master's head in a disrespectful manner.

"Don't give me that." The advisor slapped his hand away. "I'm only asking you, are you willing to do this lobbying for me?"

"I can certainly convey your message. But I have no control over his wishes, nor will I make the choice for him."

The scene of Li Xiaolan smashing someone to death at the school gate involuntarily resurfaced in Gu Feng's mind.

Even now, thinking about it still makes him feel a slight tremor in his heart. He really hadn't expected that his usually sleazy but upright senior brother Li would go to such a crazy extent once he was truly angered.

"I don't care what method you use. I'll arrange for you to meet at noon. I need to know the result by afternoon. If he really agrees, I'll have to make the arrangements as soon as possible," the advisor said.

"I'll give it a try," Gu Feng replied.

In his eyes, there was no such thing as the underworld or the legitimate world; as long as one could make a name for oneself and thrive, that was the right path.

But he also understood that he could not impose his own thoughts on Li Xiaolan.

Whether or not he chooses to embark on this dark path is a decision only he can make.

The advisor said no more. Some things are best left unsaid. As for the outcome, it's best to let nature take its course; a forced relationship will never be happy.

The Mercedes-Benz drove smoothly on Shennan Avenue, and the two men chatted casually.

The advisor didn't say where they were going, and Gu Feng was too lazy to ask.

Half an hour later, the car finally came to a slow stop.

Gu Feng looked out the window and discovered that this was a seafood wholesale market near the port—the largest seafood distribution center in Shenzhen. Even before the car window was opened, the strong, pervasive fishy smell assaulted his nostrils.

He couldn't help but frown: "Master, are you not planning to bring me here for seafood to celebrate my 'release from prison' today?"

"Pah! What good luck. What do you mean by 'out of jail'? When have you ever been in jail? You just spent one night in the station, don't think I don't know—those police didn't even put handcuffs on you, let alone torture you. Stop playing the victim with me." The advisor retorted irritably.

Gu Feng blushed, choked by the question, and asked awkwardly, "Then why did you bring me here?"

The advisor glared at him and pointed to the opposite side: "Look."

Gu Feng looked in that direction and saw a large seafood trading company called "Qiang Ji" across the street.

The signboard, though old, was extremely eye-catching; the store was also quite large, occupying the entire building, and looked like a long-established business. But Gu Feng was still completely baffled—what did the advisor mean by bringing him here?

"Master, you're not trying to say that you own this company, are you?" Gu Feng asked tentatively.

"I opened it?" The clerk nearly vomited blood, rolling his eyes repeatedly. "You're the one who told me to investigate!"

"I asked you to investigate?" Gu Feng's eyes widened in surprise. "When did I ask you to investigate?"

The advisor finally lost his temper and roared, "Have you forgotten that you asked me to investigate—who sent those assassins who ambushed you and the young lady in the rainy alley that day?!"