A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Long Taiduo hoped he was wrong.

He hoped that this son-in-law who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere was not as treacherous and cunning as he had imagined; he also hoped that the few gang leaders who couldn't hold back first could smoothly take down Ding Lisheng—ideally, to turn the Yihe Gang upside down and into complete chaos.

At that time, he could then legitimately rise up in rebellion and seize power.

But now, things are heading in the exact opposite direction of his expectations, and they're getting further and further away from it.

In Long Tai's view, the failure of those hall masters was a foregone conclusion.

Even if they were incredibly lucky and actually managed to kill Ding Lisheng, the position of Dragon Head would never be given to any of them—because that position belongs to Long Tai.

Long Tai was different from the newly arrived son-in-law, and also different from the high and mighty advisor.

Those two were practically born with a silver spoon in their mouths when they joined the Yihe Gang, and from the moment they arrived, they firmly occupied a high and irreplaceable position.

He started as an insignificant follower of Ding Lisheng, climbing step by step, through blood and tears, to become the head of the first hall of the Yihe Gang.

Having experienced so many ups and downs and trials within this gang over the years, Long Tai can proudly and confidently pat his chest and say: I have personally witnessed the growth of the Yihe Gang.

That's why he understands the Yihe Gang better than anyone else.

He knew the character of the uncles who had brought Ding Lisheng into the business world, the character of every hall master who had risen to power after him, and he knew even better what kind of person Ding Lisheng really was.

Because he knew it so well, he took every step with extreme caution.

Sitting in the position of the head of the first hall of the Yihe Gang, if one wants to take another step up, then one's sights are set on the throne of the leader.

But when Ding Lisheng was in power, he didn't even dare to think about it—he knew very well that if he was a fierce lion, then Ding Lisheng was a terrifying dragon.

There's absolutely no chance of winning if you challenge him.

Fortunately, Ding Lisheng was shot.

Although he wasn't dead, he had already fallen. This meant that his chance to rise to power had finally arrived.

Having waited so long, Long Tai was overjoyed that his dream was finally within reach.

He had calculated things very clearly: once Ding Lisheng fell, those ambitious hall masters would surely be just as eager to make their move as he was. As long as they made their move, whether or not they succeeded, it would present him with a tremendous opportunity—he could legitimately use the pretext of eliminating traitors to unite the forces of various halls, wipe out the traitors and dissidents along with them, and finally, naturally ascend to the position of leader.

But just as he was about to make his move, his son-in-law's sudden appearance shattered his entire plan.

This guy came out very high-profile, laughing, cursing, punching and kicking, using every means possible. He gave the impression of being a pretentious idiot.

Long Tai, who had seen countless people and was used to dealing with ruthless people, vaguely sensed that this son-in-law was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Looking beyond appearances, one discovers that this person is very likely to be a cunning and calculating individual.

So Longtai forcefully suppressed his restless heart, stood aside, and observed the situation.

Unfortunately, his guesses all came true.

As expected, the four hall masters who he thought were likely to rebel took action; and the son-in-law whom he suspected had already dug a trap for someone to fall into did not disappoint him.

To his utter surprise, this son-in-law took advantage of his momentary lapse in vigilance and used the opportunity of cleaning up the household to brazenly establish his authority and build a positive image in front of all the hall masters.

What fueled his jealousy even more was that even the heavens seemed to be on the side of this worthless son-in-law—not only did they grant him that almost supernatural ancient medical skill, but they also caused Uncle Jiang to suddenly fall ill at the meeting, allowing the miraculous son-in-law to take advantage of the opportunity and, under the title of "special doctor," openly step into the core leadership of the Yihe Gang.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

When Long Tai finally realized that Gu Feng had swiftly established himself in the Yihe Gang—especially the moment Gu Feng publicly announced that he was the Yihe Gang's "special doctor" and received everyone's tacit approval before leaving—Long Tai was so regretful that he wanted to smash his own heart.

If I hadn't been so indecisive back then, and had decisively and ruthlessly killed Ding Lisheng, Ding Hanhan, the advisor, and others on the night Ding Lisheng fell, how could this damn son-in-law have appeared, and how could we have ended up in such a passive situation today?

Indeed, Long Tai felt extremely passive in his current situation.

Retreat means to remain obediently as the head of the First Hall and never again covet the throne.

He had waited for so long for this golden opportunity, but he couldn't swallow his pride and surrender before even having a proper battle.

"Going forward" means taking down that young, naive girl Ding Hanhan who is secretly plotting to replace him, that cunning and mysterious son-in-law, and that old, undead advisor—all in one fell swoop.

But that's easier said than done.

The Ding family villa has always been heavily guarded, with security no less stringent than that of a federal prison. Ding Hanhan is always surrounded by layers of guards, with four bodyguards never leaving his side.

Especially recently, a special guard team has appeared out of nowhere around her. It is said that the old man Ding, who is neither dead nor alive, dotes on his granddaughter and specially hired them at a high price. They are all retired special forces soldiers with superb skills, well-trained, and capable of killing Tibetan mastiffs with their bare hands.

With over a dozen cars coming and going, the security measures were even more extravagant than those for some heads of state of small countries.

Just one young girl was enough to give him a headache, not to mention that mysterious and unpredictable son-in-law who could single-handedly take on hundreds of gangsters, beat them until they cried for their mothers and begged for mercy, and escape unscathed from the encirclement of dozens of ninja assassins, even severely injuring them in the process.

Longtai was stuck in a dilemma, drinking one mouthful of wine in silence.

None of the three hall masters present could understand his thoughts—they still thought that Long Tai was grieving because of the deaths of those hall masters.

"Long Da, Bazi and the others brought this on themselves, so don't overthink it." Qiu Qianli broke the silence first and refilled his cup.

You don't know anything.

Long Tai really wanted to yell at him.

But he still managed to hold back. Although the three people present were all cowards, they still had some use for him at the moment.

So he simply nodded faintly, as if he were indeed grieving for them, and picked up his cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine only deepened his sorrow. Long Tai felt that tonight's wine tasted more bitter than ever before.

After the meeting ended, all the leaders of the group left without a trace.

Ding Hanhan let out a long breath and stood up.

Tonight's battle was finally won decisively.

"Hanhan, you did a great job tonight. A new broom sweeps clean, and this first shot was quite impressive." The advisor, who had also stood up, praised with a smile. Like father, like son; Ding Hanhan's demeanor tonight was indeed remarkable, showing signs of becoming a great general.

"Thanks to Master Shi and Gu Feng, otherwise I would have been in a real mess myself," Ding Hanhan said modestly.

"Hehe, no need to be too modest, but you also can't be arrogant or complacent. You have to understand that this is just the beginning. There are still many battles to be fought, and every single one of them will be tough."

"I know," Ding Hanhan replied solemnly, her expression turning serious.

"Come on, I'll go back with you. I haven't seen Ding Sheng for many days, let's go see him," the clerk said.

Ding Hanhan nodded.

The two walked out of the conference room, only to find that Gu Feng, who had left early, had suddenly reappeared from somewhere.

When Ding Hanhan recalled how this guy had treated her like air and flirted with those girls right in front of her, her already somewhat cold face instantly turned even colder.

Seeing that Gu Feng hadn't left, the advisor tactfully said to the two of them, "I'll be going now."

Gu Feng nodded, then put on a smile and went to greet Ding Hanhan.

Ding Hanhan ignored his grinning face and walked straight ahead.

Having been met with a cold shoulder, Gu Feng's smile froze on his face.

That woman really needs to be taught a lesson. It's only been a few days, and her old habits have returned.

Ding Hanhan entered the elevator and turned around to see Gu Feng still standing there dumbfounded, his face still faintly showing the smile he had given her earlier. Her heart softened, and she blurted out, "Aren't you coming?"

Gu Feng really didn't want to talk to her. He even thought to himself with resentment: "Your temper is as foul as a pile of dog shit. I'm not going to put up with you! You can play by yourself tonight. I'll just go back and masturbate."

That's what I was thinking, but my legs just wouldn't cooperate, and I strode into the elevator.

The two walked out surrounded by a group of guards. Surrounded by these bodyguards who were always ready to act as human shields, Gu Feng finally understood what it felt like for a woman to be wrapped in a padded jacket.

Once in the car, Ding Hanhan remained expressionless and silent. Gu Feng, equally defiant, refused to lay a hand on her. The two of them remained locked in a silent battle of wills, their tension palpable the entire way.

They traveled in silence until they arrived at the Ding family villa.

Ding Hanhan went to see her grandfather.

Gu Feng had no choice but to go see Ding Lisheng himself—he didn't want to see that old man Ding at all; he was terrified of meeting that old fox every time he did.

In that room, equipped with more advanced modern medical equipment than a hospital, Gu Feng met Ding Lisheng, whom he had not seen for many days.

Ding Lisheng lay on the bed, still with many tubes inserted into his body. His face was pale and haggard, and he was noticeably thinner than before, looking quite frail. But his fierce aura remained undiminished, like a severely wounded tiger.

"Even a tiger loses some of its power when it's down," that's probably the scene before me. Gu Feng thought to himself, a little bored, when he saw Ding Lisheng.

He entered the room and found the clerk, who had arrived earlier, talking to Ding Lisheng.

Judging from the gratified look on Ding Lisheng's face, it was easy to guess that the clerk was reporting to him about the situation of the previous meeting.

Ding Lisheng's expression became noticeably excited when he saw Gu Feng.

People say that mothers-in-law like their sons-in-law more and more the longer they look at them.

The father-in-law found himself growing to like his son-in-law more and more each time he looked at him.

"Uncle," Gu Feng called out softly with a smile.

"Hey, Gu Feng, shouldn't we change that way of addressing you? These days, everyone in Yihe knows you're the son-in-law of the leader," the advisor interjected.

"..." Gu Feng scratched his head in embarrassment, but he just couldn't bring himself to say "Dad".

"Call me whatever you want, it's fine. Gu Feng can call me whatever he likes, it's okay." Ding Lisheng smiled gently, helping him out of the predicament.

"Thank you, Uncle," Gu Feng replied gratefully, secretly wiping away a bead of cold sweat.

"What are you thanking me for? If we're talking about gratitude, my whole family doesn't know how to thank you enough. If it weren't for you, my Ding family would probably be finished long ago," Ding Lisheng said with great emotion.

Gu Feng didn't feel much when he heard this—he had saved far too many people recently.

But the advisor wholeheartedly agreed.

If it weren't for Gu Feng, Old Master Ding, who was poisoned, would probably be dead long ago; Ding Hanhan, who was repeatedly assassinated, would certainly not be alive today; and Ding Lisheng, who was shot three times, would probably have died on the rescue table long ago.

Gu Feng had done the Ding family a life-saving favor.