A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

That day, Gu Feng and Ding Hanhan were assassinated in a rainy alley. Because the attacker deliberately concealed the attack and it was raining heavily, it seemed that no trace was left at the scene.

Yes, to anyone who looked at it, it seemed like an unsolved case with no clues.

But the advisor and Gu Feng were both extremely shrewd and perceptive; how could they possibly miss that sliver of divine secret?

The two men's thoughts were almost identical: the dozen or so stolen corpses were the biggest and most conspicuous clue in the whole affair.

Why did the other party insist on taking the body back? To put it bluntly, it was simply because they were afraid of leaving any evidence at the scene, and that others would use that information to investigate.

Regardless of their original intentions, once the body has been taken back, it will eventually have to be dealt with.

Corpses are not like ordinary garbage; you can't just throw them in the trash can and call it a day.

For an ordinary family, dealing with a single corpse is an immense challenge; let alone a dozen or so. Such a staggering number multiplies the difficulty of handling them many times over.

Making these dozen or so people disappear from the face of the earth without anyone noticing is an extremely demanding task that requires exceptional skill, expertise, and ingenuity.

Gu Feng was an ancient person, so naturally, his mind was filled with old-fashioned ideas.

Even if one were to misjudge a group of modern assassins, it would be understandable.

The advisor, however, was a true modern man, whose mind was naturally filled with scientific and practical ideas.

His thinking was completely different from Gu Feng's from the very beginning. Just as he had said, if the other party wanted to deal with these corpses, the most ruthless way would be to destroy the evidence.

The most efficient way to completely evaporate a dozen or so corpses in a very short time without leaving a trace is to use aqua regia, which is extremely corrosive.

The advisor was an extremely rare talent. Not only was he proficient in law and skilled in strategy, but he also possessed a little-known side skill—he was quite accomplished in chemical engineering and marine biology.

It was precisely because he had a deep understanding of aqua regia that he paid extra attention to this matter.

He guessed that if the other party really didn't follow the old paths Gu Feng had guessed, they would most likely choose aqua regia to dissolve the corpse.

So he sent out a large number of people to stake out crematoriums, incense and candle shops, docks and harbors, and mountains and wilderness.

On the other hand, he had already quietly used his vast and intricate network of relationships to secretly investigate who had recently purchased aqua regia, such a dangerous substance.

The corrosive nature of aqua regia makes it inherently dangerous.

Therefore, from sales, use, and transportation to recycling, every step is subject to extremely strict rules.

It was precisely because of such strict control, and with the help of his unfathomable network of connections, that the advisor obtained a list of aqua regia sales in Shenzhen over the past month with almost no effort.

After he patiently and carefully checked each record, the "Keung Kee" Seafood Trading Company suddenly came into his view.

"Qiang Ji" did indeed purchase aqua regia, and in considerable quantities.

As for its intended use, the reason given by the person was perfectly legitimate—"to dispose of dead fish and shrimp."

As a seafood wholesale trading company, it's inevitable that there will be dead fish and rotten shrimp to dispose of. To most people, this reason is perfectly reasonable and there's nothing wrong with it.

But when the clerk saw this record, he couldn't help but laugh.

However, he had also studied marine biology and knew all too well that the proper way to harmlessly dispose of aquatic waste such as dead fish and shrimp was to bury them deep underground, ferment them into fertilizer, or burn them directly. But no matter which method was used, it was absolutely impossible to use something as dangerous and taboo as aqua regia.

Unfortunately, at such a sensitive juncture, I bought "Qiangji," a product that shouldn't have been purchased.

At this moment, the advisor sensed that something was amiss, with a strong hint of something fishy going on.

He made a decisive move and immediately sent people to investigate the company thoroughly.

As the investigation progressed, one after another, extremely abnormal, even bizarre, phenomena came to light.

The registration information of "Qiang Ji" Seafood Trading Company clearly states that it was established in 1998, has eight employees, a registered capital of RMB 50,000, and the legal representative is Li Jiachun. The company occupies an area of ​​100 square meters and its business scope is the wholesale and trade of seafood.

However, the details that the advisor sent people to investigate on the ground were completely different from these written records.

The actual operating area of ​​"Qiang Ji" is far more than just a mere 100 square meters; it's well over 5,000 square meters.

From that old signboard onwards, the entire building, along with the extremely spacious courtyard behind it, is all property under the name of "Keung Kee".

As for the employees who come and go in and out wearing "Qiangji" uniforms, there are at least three hundred of them.

If these were all developed later, it would be somewhat plausible, but what's strange is that not a single record of any expansion or change application could be found.

Even stranger things were yet to come. This company had been established for over ten years, but its reported business volume remained stubbornly unchanged at the level it was ten years ago.

This greatly surprised the advisor—it was absolutely impossible for such a small amount of revenue to support the normal operation of a company of such an astonishing scale.

If that's the case, then another question arises: who exactly is behind this bottomless pit, filling it with real money after operating at a loss for nearly ten years? Is it the legal representative, Li Jiachun, or someone else shady dealings?

Could it be that this "Qiang Ji" is actually making money behind the scenes, and what others see is all an illusion, all for the purpose of tax evasion? This speculation had barely begun when the subordinates sent to stake out and monitor the place sent back another very unusual message.

In the company "Qiang Ji", the so-called senior executives greeted each other with Japanese etiquette - bowing and scraping, one after another.

But what came out of their mouths was extremely fluent Chinese.

The advisor became even more suspicious and ordered someone to investigate the legal representative, Li Jiachun, in more detail.

The results of the investigation were unremarkable: a local resident of Shenzhen, nearly fifty years old, a family of three, with a simple and straightforward relationship, showing no signs of anything suspicious.

But the more this was the case, the stronger the strategist's unease became—given such an ordinary background, how could his company have produced such a group of people?

With all sorts of strange occurrences intertwined, the advisor finally steeled himself and decided to take a risky step.

He selected a bold and meticulous subordinate and instructed him to infiltrate "Qiang Ji" under the guise of applying for a job as a porter, to act as an inside agent and find out what kind of shady business was going on inside.

When this move was first made, it was somewhat effective; for the first two days after the subordinate went in, there were still intermittent reports coming back.

But on the third day, the person vanished completely, like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil. From then on, they could never be contacted again.

Putting all these doubts together, the clerk came to a very heavy and alarming conclusion: the "strong memory" in front of him was nothing more than a facade.

The true face hidden beneath it is most likely—an assassin group. Of course, at this point, it's still speculation. To truly confirm it, we need to investigate further.

However, having already lost a capable subordinate in vain, the advisor felt he had done more than enough. The rest of the work was now up to Gu Feng himself.

The person they wanted to kill wasn't him; he's been meddling in other people's business for so long, it's time for him to let go.

However, when the advisor saw Gu Feng's reaction after hearing all this, he finally understood what it meant to be "the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is."

After listening to the clerk's long report on the investigation, Gu Feng's expression remained indifferent. Through the car window, he glanced at the "Qiang Ji" restaurant across the street.

He then turned to the clerk and said calmly, "Alright, clerk, I understand. We'll talk about this later. I spent the whole night at the station yesterday, and I'm starving. Let's go find something to eat."

The advisor felt a lump in his throat, unable to breathe.

After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer, "What do you want to eat?"

"We're already at the port. There's an old saying—'Those who live near mountains eat from the mountains, and those who live near water eat from the water.' Since we're here, we should naturally eat seafood." Gu Feng said matter-of-factly.

"That makes sense." The clerk nodded, then suddenly snapped back to reality, staring at him warily. "But...did you bring any money?"

"If I had brought it, would I need to ask you?" Gu Feng blinked, his innocent look practically begging to be punched.

"Depend on--!"

In the end, the advisor still took Gu Feng to the oldest and most famous seafood restaurant in the vicinity.

This was, in fact, the first time the advisor had ever dined alone with Gu Feng.

To his utter surprise, he was ripped off on his first visit—a brutal and merciless one at that.

As soon as the waiter handed over the menu, Gu Feng snatched it away without even a word of politeness to the clerk, and started ordering. This kid not only chose the expensive items, but also specifically picked the ones that suited his taste best.

He ordered six abalone in four-headed broth; one 14-inch golden hook shark fin papaya soup per person, without hesitation; one two-pound Australian lobster; fifteen hairy crabs bigger than a fist... All sorts of things were served up, making a mess of the table.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, when the waiter handed over the bill, Gu Feng only glanced at it before his face turned pale instantly.

It clearly says on it: Thirty-eight thousand eight hundred and eight.

The price is still after a 10% discount.

He never imagined that this meal, which might give him diarrhea, could be so expensive.

At this moment, he finally understood why the advisor's face had been ashen ever since he ordered, as if he had a grudge against the whole world.

When the advisor took out his credit card to pay the bill, Gu Feng clearly saw that his old face turned green.

So he quickly lowered his head, focused intently on the teacup in his hand, and pretended not to see anything.

This meal left the advisor with aches and pains all over his body—his heart ached, his teeth ached, his stomach ached, his lungs ached…almost every part of his body was in pain. But what could he do?

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

If Gu Feng isn't served well, how could this kid be willing to act as his advocate and persuade Li Xiaolan to join the Yihe Gang?

On the way back, the advisor glared at Gu Feng with hatred, gritting his teeth and saying, "Gu Feng, if you eat my food and drink my water and then don't talk to Little Li properly, see how I deal with you."

"Little Li?" Gu Feng felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing those three words.

A ridiculously melodramatic scene suddenly appeared before his eyes: his senior brother Li Xiaolan, with rouge on his cheeks and two small braids in his hair, looked downcast and was walking gracefully towards him, holding the hand of his advisor.

He shuddered and hurriedly said, "Master, I can only pass on your message. I can't guarantee anything else."

"What did you say?" The advisor's eyes widened, then he started throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child, "Then you'd better spit out everything you ate and drank from me!"

"Huh?!" Gu Feng stared at the clerk in astonishment for a long time before he came to his senses. He then said in a serious tone, "Clerk, those threats and bribes won't work on me. If you think you can buy me off with just one meal, you're underestimating me, Gu. At least... it'll take two meals."

"Alright! I'll cover your meal tonight too. I'll take you to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, is that alright?" The advisor gritted his teeth, his face showing a look of forced compromise. But in his mind, he was already making a series of calculations—no matter how much he ate, he'd just get the receipts and ask Ding Hanhan for reimbursement.

He had just finished eating when, upon hearing the words "Manchu Han Imperial Feast," Gu Feng's eyes lit up again. He immediately beamed and held out his hand to the clerk: "Alright, deal!"

This foodie is truly beyond saving.

I wonder how Li Xiaolan would feel if he knew that Gu Feng had so easily "sold out" him over just two meals.