A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Thank you, Miss! Thank you, Miss!" Bazi knelt down with tears of gratitude, kowtowing repeatedly to Ding Hanhan.

Ding Hanhan stared at him, without speaking or showing any expression. But Gu Feng clearly saw a flicker of pity and helplessness in her eyes, which then suddenly hardened and turned as cold as iron.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!" After three muffled thuds, everyone saw Bazi fall backward, with three bloody holes side by side on his forehead.

No one expected that the one who executed the Ba people would be the seemingly cold, weak, and delicate young lady of the Dragon Head, who seemed unwilling to even step on an ant.

Yes, no one expected Ding Hanhan to fire a shot.

Not only the hall masters, but even the thick-skinned Gu Feng was quite surprised.

He had already told his advisor beforehand that he was only responsible for acting and not for killing—of course, he didn't object to killing when forced to, but Heaven cherishes life, so it's best not to kill if possible.

The advisor had also said that he didn't need to do this kind of rough work. Gu Feng naturally assumed that the work would be done by the subordinates, such as the Four Heavenly Kings, Hua Tian, ​​or someone else.

But he never dreamed that it would be Ding Hanhan who made the move.

However, upon closer reflection, Gu Feng felt that Bazi still absolutely had to be killed by Ding Hanhan himself.

The Bazi's crime was treason, and the person he wanted to kill was Ding Hanhan's father, Ding Lisheng.

Personally, she should avenge her father;

From an official standpoint, she must use this opportunity to establish her authority, make an example of one to deter others, and serve as a warning to others.

At this moment, the silenced gun in Ding Hanhan's hand was still emitting wisps of smoke, but her hand did not tremble, and her expression remained as indifferent as ever.

Gu Feng, who knew her well, could tell that her face was paler than usual.

It is indeed too cruel to make a twenty-year-old girl face this cold and heartless scene.

Although Ding Hanhan tried her best to appear extremely calm and indifferent, Gu Feng could understand the fear and helplessness in her heart at this moment.

He longed to go over and hold her in his arms, to comfort her. But he knew he couldn't do that.

Ding Hanhan is trying her best to establish a cold, ruthless, and impartial image in front of everyone.

If she were to walk over there herself, the little image she had managed to build with all her courage and determination would crumble in an instant.

So he simply glanced at her silently, offering a look of affirmation and encouragement.

Meeting Gu Feng's gentle gaze, Ding Hanhan's anxious heart calmed down a little.

At this moment, she longed to throw herself into her lover's arms, to cry her heart out, and to release all the grievances and pain she felt.

She was just a weak woman, why did she have to endure this bloodshed and violence that she shouldn't have to bear?

Ding Hanhan was indeed a delicate woman, but being born into such a family meant her fate was naturally different from that of ordinary girls.

From the day her grandfather fell ill and her father was seriously injured, her smooth-sailing life was completely turned upside down.

From the moment she nodded in agreement to take over her father's position, she had to learn to be cold, ruthless, strong, and cruel, and to calmly and composedly face the impending bloodshed.

The body of the man was quickly carried away, and nothing was left at the scene except for some bloodstains.

But what remained in the hearts of the hall masters was a heavy shadow—Bazi was dead, killed right before their eyes for his rebellion.

"Uh, the atmosphere is a bit heavy," Gu Feng broke the silence and spoke again.

Although this guy always made a funny statement in such situations, by this point, no one could still laugh anymore.

The people present no longer dared to treat this future son-in-law as a joke.

The future son-in-law is not to be laughed at, not at all.

This is a truth they only now understand.

Having talent is indeed like being pregnant; it takes time for it to become apparent.

Those who are masters at playing dumb to outsmart others are often the ones whose true intentions are revealed only when the tiger is torn to shreds.

Tonight's routine meeting was initially met with ridicule from all the hall masters: with the head of the gang, Ding Lisheng, already fallen, what's the point of holding a meeting? How can a young girl, an old codger, and a crazy, idiotic son-in-law possibly control the situation?

Isn't this idea a bit ridiculous?

That's ridiculous; that was their thinking before they even arrived.

But now, they dare not think that way anymore.

This is not funny at all; on the contrary—well, as that neurotic future son-in-law said—it's quite heavy.

The topic of tonight's Yihe Gang senior management meeting is to clean house.

What shocked and terrified the gang leaders the most was that the Yihe Gang's purge of its members had already begun quietly without their knowledge or preparation, and was already over.

Tonight's meeting is merely an announcement of a result to them.

Only at this moment did everyone realize that although the leader had fallen, it did not mean that the Yihe Gang would fall apart, nor did it mean that without Ding Lisheng, the other hall masters could act recklessly and do whatever they wanted.

Like father, like son. Although Ding Hanhan is young, his ruthlessness is in no way inferior to that of Ding Lisheng.

Despite his advanced age, the strategist remained as shrewd and resourceful as ever, his wisdom and strategy only becoming more profound and sophisticated.

What's most troublesome is that future son-in-law who suddenly appeared out of nowhere—mysterious, strange, with extraordinary skills and wisdom, making people both laugh and cry and tremble with fear.

These three men together formed an unbreakable iron triangle, whose strength even slightly surpassed that of Ding Lisheng when he was in power.

What made the gang leaders most uneasy and even fearful was that the Yihe Gang was hiding a powerful force they had never known before.

This force is like a ferocious beast lurking in the shadows; once it senses any disturbance, it will pounce and devour its prey.

Tonight, this beast finally bared its fangs. Although it was only the tip of the iceberg, it was enough to leave the hall masters utterly terrified.

The play continues.

The future son-in-law is clearly playing the good cop, while the advisor and the young lady are playing the bad cop.

Regardless of how well they performed, and regardless of whether the hall masters were willing or not, they could only continue watching this play.

At such an important meeting, at such a sensitive time, anyone who leaves early is courting death—this is a simple truth that anyone can understand.

"There's no other way; cleaning house is inherently a heavy and cruel thing. Comrade Bazi has passed away. The dead are gone, and the living must go on. Please accept our condolences."

A sorrowful expression appeared on Gu Feng's face, but to everyone else it looked like crocodile tears, even the advisor thought so.

However, this expression only flashed across his face for a moment. Then, his eyes snapped open, his gaze sweeping across the room with intense intensity. He slowly said, "I didn't just casually ask everyone to accept my condolences. As I just mentioned, there were four groups of people who went to assassinate my father-in-law that night. According to our investigation, these four groups were sent by the four leaders of our Yihe Gang. So, besides Bazi, there were three others. In other words, three more people will die tonight."

Gu Feng's subtext is clear: so many people are going to die, and you don't learn to grieve in moderation? Aren't you afraid of developing depression from excessive grief?

"However, seeing Bazi die so tragically also saddened me. Heaven cherishes life, and I am not a cruel person by nature. I truly do not wish for any more bloodshed to occur. Therefore, I would like to give the other three hall masters a chance. Now, bravely step forward and confess yourselves, and I can guarantee your lives."

Gu Feng's words were forceful and resounding.

However, none of the hall masters present spoke up. But among those present, the gazes and expressions of a few people had already subtly changed.

"Hehe, perhaps many of you are thinking this is an attempt to induce a confession?" Gu Feng asked the crowd with a smile. No one answered, which he had expected. So he shook his head, answering his own question, "No, this is absolutely not an attempt to induce a confession. If I didn't have evidence, if I hadn't confirmed who these four hall masters were, I wouldn't have needed to alert them, much less make such a fuss. Yes, many of you have seen it. Tonight's meeting, though ostensibly a routine meeting, was mainly about cleaning house; everything else was secondary. I'm asking them to come forward and confess now simply because I personally want to give them a chance. But let me reiterate: opportunities are fleeting; once missed, they won't come again. I'll give these three one minute to consider."

After Gu Feng finished speaking, he shut his mouth, raised the Patek Philippe on his wrist, and silently began to count.