A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Sisters, could you please point her out?" Gu Feng spoke again.

Under his coercion and enticement, the girls finally had no choice but to muster their courage and raise their slightly trembling hands, pointing at one of the hall masters.

Women are just as capable as men; assassination is not something only men can do.

The girls were pointing at Lan Mei, one of only two female leaders in the Yihe Gang.

At this moment, Lan Mei's once alluring face was now ashen, devoid of any human color.

Gu Feng took the manila envelope from the clerk, pulled out several photos, and distributed them to the girls: "Take a look, do you recognize this girl?"

"Yes, I know her. She went to the hospital with us that night."

"She's not one of us."

"We didn't know her before; the boss found her at the last minute."

"After we entered the ward, we were with this handsome guy... and she left as the boss instructed, I saw it with my own eyes."

Gu Feng nodded, took the photos from their hands, and threw them in front of Lan Mei: "Sect Leader Lan Mei, do you want to explain?"

Without a doubt, those photos were indeed of the body of the fake nurse who went to assassinate Ding Lisheng. The advisor had gone to great lengths to obtain them from the police.

"Since you already know everything, what else is there for me to say?"

Lan Mei smiled, but the smile was extremely tragic.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw her shove something she was holding into her mouth.

Although Gu Feng was standing close by, it was too late for him to reach out and stop him.

Lan Mei swallowed the thing with a thud.

Anyone could guess that Lan Mei had swallowed poison, something absolutely deadly.

Lan Mei's despairing gaze slowly swept over the crowd: "Brother Bazi is right, the victor is king, the loser is villain. Winning is winning, losing is losing, it's all predetermined. But I struggled, I tried, I fought, and I die because of it, I have no regrets. My only regret is that I wasn't destined to be Wu Zetian. We've all been together for so long, let me give you a piece of advice: if you don't have the head for it, don't wear a hat that's too big for it. How much a person eats and uses in their lifetime is predetermined. Forcing things will only lead to the same ending as Bazi and me. The other two, I'll be waiting for you down there."

As the saying goes, a dying man's words are often wise. Lan Mei's last words were indeed very true.

Everyone watched as Lan Mei collapsed, writhing and thrashing on the ground in agony. Then, bright red blood slowly flowed from her nose, mouth, eyes, and ears.

And then... that was it, Lan Mei died.

Another rebellious leader died, and her body was dragged out like a dead dog.

A chill ran through everyone's hearts, a chill that reached its absolute depths—who would want to die like Bazi or Lan Mei?

"The third leader, the one who sent the text message."

Gu Feng seemed to have grown tired of the slow pace. He walked straight over, grabbed the hall master with the unusually large nose—the Qilin Hall Master, Deaf—grabbed him, slammed him to the ground, and then stomped on him several times, cursing, "Can't you just take the initiative? Do I have to call your name before you'll come out?"

"What evidence do you have to prove that I sent the text message?" The deaf man's mouth was full of blood, but he still remained defiant.

"Damn it, I see you won't learn your lesson until you're faced with death!" Gu Feng didn't even wait for the clerk to clap his hands this time, and shouted angrily towards the door, "Bring the person in here."

Sha Qiang and the guy with the afro were both pushed in.

Gu Feng pointed at the deaf man and asked the man with the afro, "Look carefully, who is this person?"

"It's him! He's the one who made me buy the SIM card!" The man with the frizzy hair, who had been tortured beyond recognition, shouted excitedly when he saw the deaf man.

The deaf man was speechless and couldn't utter a single word.

Gu Feng's anger did not subside. He rushed over and stomped on the man's body again and again, each stomp heavier than the last, each kick sending chills down the spine...

Gu Feng wasn't inherently cold-blooded; he just felt sorry for Ding Hanhan. If he didn't do it, Ding Hanhan would have to.

Rather than letting her suffer, it's better to be cruel and bear it yourself.

If it's destined that one of him and Ding Hanhan will go to hell and become a devil, Gu Feng absolutely doesn't want that person to be Ding Hanhan.

Finally, when Gu Feng stopped, Da Erlong was covered in blood, on the verge of death, barely breathing.

"Someone come here!" Enraged, Gu Feng seemed to have completely lost control, slamming his hand on the table.

With a deafening roar, carrying the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, everyone felt the entire building tremble.

The huge marble round table was actually smashed open, leaving a long crack that started from where Gu Feng's palm landed, winding its way forward and circling halfway before finally stopping.

Most of the hall masters were so frightened that they stood up, and even the few who were relatively calm couldn't help but take their chairs back a little.

Even Long Tai took his hand off the table—whether Gu Feng did it intentionally or unintentionally, the crack stopped right in front of him, its tip like a sharp blade pointing directly at his face.

Just as all the hall masters were stunned into silence, the conference room door opened again, and Hua Tian strode in with several subordinates, respectfully greeting, "Young Master Feng!"

"Drag this traitor who betrayed his comrades away! After three cuts and six holes, shoot him to death, tear him apart by five horses, grind him into mincemeat, and have his whole family buried with him!" Gu Feng shouted in a deep voice.

At this moment, Gu Feng seemed to have forgotten that this was a high-level meeting of the Yihe Gang, that the advisor and Ding Hanhan were still present, and that he was just a future son-in-law who had not yet officially joined the gang.

However, none of the usually arrogant hall masters, the highly respected uncles, the influential advisors, or the incomparably noble Ding Hanhan uttered a word in the face of Gu Feng's unauthorized decision.

At this moment, it is no exaggeration to say that everyone was truly stunned by Gu Feng's domineering aura.

"Yes!" Hua Tian responded, and with a wave of his hand, several of his men rushed forward and hurriedly carried the deaf man out.

"The last one—" Gu Feng's emotionless voice, like a demon's roar, rang out again in the spacious conference room.

Before the words were even finished, a person suddenly leaped up and rushed toward the door with incredible speed.

Although the man moved quickly, Gu Feng was not slow in his move either. With a flick of his hand, everyone saw a flash of white light before their eyes. The person who had already rushed to the door and was about to push it open suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, as if he had been shoved hard from behind.

As he struggled to get up, the four powerful warriors pounced on him and began wrestling.

This fourth leader, unwilling to sit idly by and wait for his doom, and attempting a desperate gamble, finally confessed without being asked.

The bulging veins on Gu Feng's forehead subsided, and the tense nerves throughout his body relaxed instantly. He took a deep breath, secretly relieved: he had finally forced this guy out of his shell.

In fact, if the last person had been a little more composed and had remained sitting there without changing his expression, Gu Feng would have had no way to deal with him for a while, and this grand drama of cleaning up the house would have definitely reached a stalemate.

However, Gu Feng and his advisor appeared to be well-prepared. They not only had irrefutable evidence, but also described the assassination attempts of the four men in great detail. They also watched as the future son-in-law dragged out the rebellious hall masters one by one like chickens, and the fates of the first three were more tragic and miserable than the last.

Thieves are already feeling guilty. Knowing that there is no chance of escaping, what else can they do but sit there and wait to die, except to risk their lives?