A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Wild beasts may be difficult to tame, but if you are ruthless and cruel enough to inflict enough pain and teach them fear, then they are nothing to fear.

Ding Hanhan clearly won this small battle.

She raised her gaze and looked at the empty seat where Gu Feng had been sitting. The emptiness of the seat made her feel a little disappointed—she wished he could be with her to share this joy.

"Alright, I hereby announce that Long Qi is officially removed from his position as head of the Poisonous Serpent Hall. As for his future arrangements, and who will take over the territories of Bazi, Lan Mei, Tyrannosaurus, and Deaf-Truler, I will discuss with the leader, the advisor, and the four uncles later before making a decision," Ding Hanhan solemnly announced.

Since Long Qi is no longer the hall master, he naturally has no right to attend the meeting.

Without anyone chasing him away, he slunk out on his own.

After discussing a few more major matters, the gang meeting began to come to an end.

As the meeting adjourned, Ding Hanhan said, "The reason we chose to hold the meeting here tonight is simply to introduce everyone to the place. This will be the headquarters of our Yihe Gang. As for how it will be presented to the outside world, we'll discuss that later."

Upon hearing this, all the hall masters were stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"Silence!" the clerk shouted, and the murmurs subsided.

Ding Hanhan and the others quieted down before slowly speaking: "Tonight's meeting had both joy and sorrow. The joy is that our Yihe Gang finally has its own doctor; but the tragedy, as you all witnessed, is that four treacherous traitors have emerged within the gang. Their acts of rebellion are an absolute disgrace to Yihe, a gang founded on unity and loyalty. Such people must be executed without mercy, and you have all seen their fate. I hope that all the hall masters present will take this as a warning and never repeat the same mistake. As the saying goes, a single chopstick is easily broken, but ten chopsticks held together are strong. I hope that after this incident, all the hall masters can unite closely, never abandon each other, share joys and sorrows, and move forward together. That's all I have to say. If no one has anything to add, then the meeting is adjourned."

With no objections, the meeting naturally had to adjourn.

The meeting ended just after 10 p.m., and for Shenzhen, a city that never sleeps, the exciting nightlife was just beginning.

Although those few from Bazi are dead, for the gang leaders, their deaths are nothing compared to the fact that the dancing and the horses continue to run. The world doesn't stop turning just because someone is missing.

As Longtai's car drove into the parking lot of the Marriott nightclub, Wang Han, Qiu Qianli, and Zhang Santao's cars also arrived one after another.

The group got out of the car and nodded to each other knowingly.

However, when Long Tai noticed that Liu Lei was missing from the group of hall masters who often ate, drank, had fun, and exchanged ideas with him in private, he frowned slightly, then relaxed, showing no emotion on his face—these private gatherings were entirely based on personal willingness; anyone who wanted to come could come, and there was no coercion.

After the group entered the VIP room and sat down, Wang Han looked around and asked, "Hey, why isn't Master Liu here?"

"He's gone to take care of Bazi's funeral arrangements," Zhang Santao said calmly.

Everyone immediately understood.

Besides having a good relationship with those few, Liu Lei also had some dealings with the Ba Zi.

"It's better if he doesn't come; it'll be easier for us to talk," Qiu Qianli blurted out, immediately drawing sidelong glances from Wang Han and Zhang Santao.

"What? Did I say something wrong? Ask yourselves honestly, when has his thinking ever aligned with ours?" Qiu Qianli remained unmoved.

"Master Qiu, it's fine if you say this in front of us, but if Master Liu is here, you'd better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, our gathering will lose its flavor," Zhang Santao reminded him.

The several hall masters often met in private, which was originally a very delicate relationship.

Regardless of what each person thinks or whether they can reach a consensus, that thin, gauze-like fig leaf still has to be kept.

Once the rift is broken, friendships turn into true cliques, and gatherings become distorted.

"Why can't I speak my mind? To be honest, I just can't stand his sanctimonious, self-righteous face." Qiu Qianli snorted coldly.

"Master Qiu, that's going too far," Zhang Santao said, his tone tinged with displeasure.

"What's wrong with that? I was just saying what you didn't dare to say or were too embarrassed to say. What I hate most is people like you—you clearly don't like him and wish he wouldn't come, but you still pretend to be virtuous, polite, and amicable. If you don't like him, why force yourself and make yourself feel so wronged?" Qiu Qianli's words were getting more and more scathing.

Zhang Santao was choked and turned pale, unable to utter a sound for a long time. Qiu Qianli's words had truly struck a chord with him.

"What about the son-in-law? Do you like him?" Wang Han couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted.

"Of course I am..."

Qiu Qianli blurted out the words, but stopped abruptly after only half of them, even feeling a little scared – what if these words reached the ears of that lunatic son-in-law, who knows what kind of trouble he would cause him?

After all, he had just witnessed Bazi, Deaf Da, Lan Mei, and Tyrannosaurus fall into his hands one by one.

Although the words were not finished, anyone could hear the implied meaning.

"Then why didn't you oppose him in public?" Wang Han pressed.

"I..." Qiu Qianli stammered, looking embarrassed. After a long pause, he managed to argue, "I was talking about Hall Master Liu, why are you bringing up the son-in-law!"

"Why can't I say that? You dare to say you don't like Master Liu, but you don't dare to say you don't like the son-in-law? In the end, you only know how to pick on the weak. When you encounter someone a little tougher, you wimp out." Wang Han sneered.

"I wouldn't dare, but you would? Go ahead and pinch him, go ahead and pinch him!" Qiu Qianli retorted sarcastically.

Long Tai sighed as he watched the three hall masters fighting like dogs.

These three guys are really not good enough to be of much use. Especially Qiu Qianli, whose inability to hide his emotions is a major weakness, coupled with his outspokenness, makes him nothing more than a limited liability company.

"Shut up! What are you yelling about? Do you think others can't hear you?" Long Tai slammed his hand on the table.

Seeing that Long Tai had lost his temper, the three of them sheepishly fell silent.

Seeing that they had fallen silent, Long Tai once again acted as a peacemaker, picking up the wine bottle and filling everyone's glass: "Alright, alright, we're all brothers, what's there to argue about? Come on, let's drink!"

After a few drinks, the atmosphere eased a little.

"Long Da, to be honest, I really admire you." Wang Han broke the silence first and started flattering him.

"Yes, Long Da is truly a prophet. Last time you told us that if any of the hall masters rebelled, they would definitely fall into the son-in-law's trap and suffer a bloody defeat. Tonight, it really came true." Zhang Santao chimed in.

"Brother Long, I'd like to toast you." Qiu Qianli also raised his glass.

Long Tai smiled and clinked glasses with each of them, but none of them noticed that his smile was actually full of bitterness.