A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Upon hearing Long Tai's words, everyone exchanged bewildered glances, realizing they hadn't noticed this detail before.

Finally, all eyes turned to Ding Hanhan.

Ding Hanhan naturally understood why everyone was looking at her. She was unwilling, but in the end, she helplessly waved to the advisor.

It's because she was so focused on what that woman looked like that she didn't even notice Gu Feng's expression.

The advisor understood and had no choice but to bite the bullet and turn on the video again.

On the big screen, that classic pose was performed once again, and the woman's voice echoed through the hall once more.

This time, everyone forced themselves to look away from the woman and fix their eyes on Gu Feng's face.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Gu Feng did indeed have his eyes closed. At first glance, he seemed to be enjoying himself, but upon closer inspection—no, it didn't look like he was enjoying himself; it looked like he had no sensation at all.

Everyone was even more puzzled: how could he not feel anything?

The hall masters privately speculated that there were only two possibilities: either Gu Feng was impotent, or he had been drugged and had lost all feeling.

Actually, they didn't know there was a third possibility—shooting from a forced perspective.

To put it bluntly, it looked like it was going to happen, but in reality, the two of them weren't really doing anything.

If the angle is sharp enough, even if you just put a piece of tape on Gu Feng's sensitive areas, he won't feel a thing.

This technique, of course, is something only someone who calls himself a "semi-professional photographer" can pull off.

But no one can be sure which of these three things it is.

Only the person involved truly knows the truth about such matters.

"Hey, Master Long is right, the young master seems to be unconscious!" Master Ye Tian of the Shadow Hall exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Look at his face, his eyebrows didn't twitch once from beginning to end," Yeji, the head of Zhongxin Hall, chimed in. He thought to himself: If he's faking it, that son-in-law is really good at holding back. If it were me lying there, my face would have cramped up from pleasure by now.

"The son-in-law is just lying there like a corpse, not reacting at all!" The nerve of the communal hall shouted back, not to be outdone. As soon as he finished speaking, several glares flew over from the surroundings—the meaning was clear: if you can't speak, shut up, nobody thinks you're mute.

"The young master has been drugged, the diagnosis is complete." The usually taciturn leader of the Fire Phoenix Hall, who was also the only female leader among the group, "Sister Dream," calmly and slowly delivered the conclusion.

The crowd looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Sister Dream's conclusion sounds plausible.

The video finished playing, and the screen was completely blue.

The hall was quiet; no one uttered a sound, as if they were still reliving the scene from just moments ago.

"Who exactly is this woman? Why would she drug the young master?" Lei Ri, the leader of the Golden Centipede Hall, broke the silence and asked a very silly and naive question. What he really wanted to ask was: I, Lei Ri, am also handsome and tall, so why don't such good things fall into my lap?

"Oh, right, I just remembered something suspicious." Wang Han, the leader of the Black Horn Hall, suddenly slammed his hand on the table, pointing at Qiu Qianli's henchman, Pig Liver, "Hey you, where did you say you filmed the son-in-law last night?"

"Paramount KTV!" Pig Liver replied irritably. He had a proper name, Zhu Gan, not "that so-and-so".

"Paramount KTV? Isn't that the place run by Liu Tangzhu's woman?" Zhang Santao, the leader of the Killing Wind Hall, scratched his head and said.

"Where is Hall Master Liu?" Everyone subconsciously looked towards Liu Lei's seat—the chair was empty, and there was no sign of him.

"Could it be that Hall Master Liu deliberately framed the son-in-law?" Hall Master Zhu Jiuwang of the Eight-Headed Hall asked with suspicion.

"Really? Hasn't Master Liu always thought highly of the son-in-law? He's praised him a lot during private gatherings." Wang Han was somewhat incredulous.

"That's hard to say. You can know a person's face but not their heart; you can draw a tiger's skin but not its bones. One way in public, another in private—isn't that exactly what we're good at?" Blood Hall's domineering brother said sarcastically, a typical example of someone who loves to stir up trouble.

The people below chattered excitedly, creating a buzzing noise in the council chamber that resembled a chaotic marketplace.

"Shut up, all of you!" Ding Hanhan's cold shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky. The hall masters who had been making a ruckus just moments before instantly fell silent, each one obediently shutting their mouths. The young lady of the head hall was in a rage, like a tigress with her fur standing on end, and none of them wanted to invite trouble.

"This matter is full of suspicious points. None of the parties involved were present. What's the point of just arguing here?" Ding Hanhan coldly swept her gaze over the crowd, her tone suddenly turning somber. "Regardless of the son-in-law's character, or what the truth of this matter is, or what will become of my relationship with him in the future, personally speaking, he has been kind to my Ding family; publicly speaking, he has contributed to my Yihe Gang. Now that he has been in such a predicament, I absolutely cannot sit idly by."

She paused, then decisively asked, "Is Master Meng here?"

"Yes!" Master Meng responded immediately.

"I order you to bring Master Liu and his wife back to me."

"Yes!" Master Meng accepted the order and nimbly got up and left.

"Master Lei!"

"Here!" Lei Ri quickly stood up.

"Find that woman in the video for me. I need to see her alive or dead," Ding Hanhan said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

"Alright!" Lei Ri replied loudly and strode out.

"Master, you have many connections. Could you please use your connections to try and get the young master released on bail?" Ding Hanhan turned to the master again.

"Young Miss, this... is probably a bit tricky. Our informant said that the items found on the young master are quite heavy, weighing over two hundred grams. But please rest assured, I will do my best." The clerk's expression was grave.

Ding Hanhan nodded and waved her hand decisively: "Meeting adjourned. We'll continue at 2 PM."

Having said that, she stood up with a frosty expression and walked straight out of the council hall.

The remaining group of hall masters looked at each other, not daring to utter a sound.