A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Hearing the deafening roar, Long Tai and his group turned to look, only to be horrified to find that countless vehicles were pouring out from all directions of the ferry crossing, a dark mass that instantly filled the originally empty and desolate place.

A quick scan reveals at least a hundred vehicles.

The cars stopped one after another, and the chaotic footsteps thundered like muffled thunder.

Through the blinding headlights, Long Tai and his men could clearly see that there were many times more men than their own, fully armed and carrying guns, surrounding them completely.

The sounds of engines continued to echo in the distance, along with a steady stream of footsteps, indicating that more cars were heading this way and more people were arriving. The entire ferry crossing had already fallen into someone else's hands.

The searchlights on the roofs of several SUVs suddenly blazed on, their stark white beams sweeping across the area.

In an instant, the entire ferry terminal was illuminated as bright as day. Looking in the direction of the lights, one could see a surging crowd, shoulder to shoulder, a dense mass of people, the liveliness almost rivaling that of the World Cup.

The dozens of men brought by Long Tai, Zhang Santao, Wang Han, and Qiu Qianli were all loyal, bloodthirsty thugs. Upon hearing the commotion, they instinctively drew their weapons, ready to fight to the death.

But as more and more of the enemy's vehicles gathered and their men surrounded them more and more closely, in no time they had completely sealed off the tens of thousands of square meters of ferry crossing. The ruthlessness in their hearts gradually dissipated.

No one dared to move.

In terms of numbers, they were less than a tenth of the other side; and the weapons on both sides were not even in the same league.

On their side, apart from a few people carrying revolvers or Type 54 pistols, the rest of them had nothing but short knives, long clubs, iron chains, water pipes, and the like.

On the other side, the rows of cold, menacing gun barrels ranged from the lowest-grade long-barreled shotguns to the most conspicuous, including several AKs.

Faced with such overwhelming firepower and such a starkly different situation, there was simply no chance of a fight.

No matter how hard you try, it's a dead end with absolutely no chance of survival.

Those who understand the times are wise. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

A moment of patience brings calm, a step back opens up a vast expanse...

No matter what old saying is churning in everyone's mind, the final choice is exactly the same—surrender.

In order to survive and to see the sun rise again (although on such a gloomy day, the sun might not rise tomorrow), the trusted men brought by Long Tai and his men, just like the Four Vajras from before, did not wait for any warning from the other party. They raised their hands high and obediently handed over the knives, spears, and clubs in their hands, surrendering without resistance.

Long Tai and Wang Han, along with a few others, looked at the countless people who seemed to have fallen from the sky. Their faces turned pale, their lips turned white, their hearts trembled, and they seemed to forget how to breathe, standing frozen in place like wooden statues.

No one understood where these people came from, or where their flawless plan had gone wrong.

Before long, all the dozens of people that Long Tai and his group brought were dragged away and taken off the field.

Immediately afterwards, screams, groans, and shouts erupted from outside the arena. Clearly, they were enduring inhumane treatment.

Fortune changes like the wheel of luck, and it's truly beyond our control.

They were the ones who did the first day of the month, now it's someone else's turn to do the fifteenth.

They were still on the east bank of the river at midnight, but by dawn they were on the west bank. Just moments ago, it was Ding Hanhan who was surrounded, teased, and ridiculed, but now it was Long Tai and his gang who were the ones being mocked.

Faced with those dark gun barrels pointed at them, even if they had wings, they couldn't escape this inescapable net.

"Make way—" With a long shout, the crowd automatically parted to both sides, making way. The real big shots, who had been hiding behind the scenes, slowly emerged from within.

What appeared before them was a wheelchair. When Long Tai, Wang Han, and the other three saw the face of the person in the wheelchair, they all gasped, their faces turning from pale to death. They knew this person all too well, to the core—it was none other than Ding Lisheng, the leader of the Yihe Gang, the top boss.

When they saw the person pushing the wheelchair slowly forward again, their pale faces instantly turned ashen.

That heart, already in complete turmoil, began to pound wildly uncontrollably.

If seeing Ding Lisheng was the last thing they wanted to face, then the person before them was something they feared even more. Because once this person appeared, their last shred of hope would be extinguished, and their hopes would be dashed, leaving them with nothing left to play.

Who is this person?

Isn't he the one who possesses both beauty and wisdom, is both a god and a devil, the embodiment of heroism and chivalry, a rogue and a scoundrel, charming but not vulgar, unrestrained yet flamboyant, occasionally acting a little crazy, running rampant in Shenzhen, causing chaos in Yihe, making everyone tremble at the mere mention of his name—Ding Lisheng's prospective son-in-law, Ding Hanhan's man, the head son-in-law of Yihe, the special doctor of Yihe... Forget it, the titles are too long, enough to make a cow dizzy.

In short: He is Gu Feng.

Upon seeing Gu Feng, Long Tai and the others, who hadn't completely given up hope, truly abandoned all other thoughts.

I used to hear people say "I even feel like dying," but they didn't really understand what that feeling was like. Now, I truly and clearly feel it.

Following behind Gu Feng was none other than the highly respected and irreplaceable advisor of the Yihe Gang—the advisor who should have already fallen into Aunt Bai's hands at this moment.

What followed made Long Tai's pupils shrink even more.

The man was none other than Liu Lei, the gang leader who should have been sent to his death by the bald man long ago. And the woman who was now holding his arm and was much larger than him was none other than Ye Lifen, the fat and muscular woman the advisor had mentioned.

Further on, came a group of hall masters, one after another, familiar faces filing out.

One after another, the big shots appeared, their faces appearing in the pupils of Long Tai and the other three, like a roller coaster going faster and faster, making them dizzy and their chests churning with irritation.

If it weren't for the biting cold wind that occasionally whipped them, barely providing a breath of fresh air, they probably would have already collapsed to the ground, their vision going black.

Looking at these people who should never have been here, and who could never have been here, yet were standing alive and well in front of him, Long Tai finally despaired and understood everything.

This is a setup.

A trap to lure him in. A grand spectacle in which everyone conspired to act alongside him.

Only now did Longtai realize how foolish and naive he had been.

He thought he had kept everyone in the dark, but in the end, he was the only one kept in the dark.

Long Tai wasn't well-read, but at that moment, he inexplicably thought of that story—The Emperor's New Clothes.

Everyone could see that he was completely naked, everyone knew it in their hearts, but no one said it out loud. They just secretly laughed to themselves and watched how he would perform.

He, on the other hand, genuinely believed he was wearing a transparent armor woven from gold thread, swaggering around and putting on a show, feeling incredibly proud of himself.

Little did he know that in the eyes of others, he was nothing more than a clown, providing plenty of laughs and spectacle.

"Bald man! It was you, you betrayed me! You ruined my entire plan, you destroyed everything I had! You took away the throne I had in my grasp! It was you, it was you..."

Suddenly snapping out of his daze, Long Tai was overwhelmed by anger and humiliation, which shattered his last shred of reason. He grabbed the bald man by the collar, his bloodshot eyes glaring at him as he roared furiously.

Almost simultaneously, several guns were pointed at his head.

The bald man didn't flinch, but faced Long Tai's beast-like, crazed gaze and his thunderous questioning head-on without changing his expression.

"Master Long, there's a saying that goes, 'Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable.' Even if your plan succeeds tonight, you won't be able to sit in this chair for long. Today you can lead other hall masters to rebel against the boss, but one day, someone else will surely lead others to rebel against you. Moreover, you're oversimplifying everything. The advisor, the son-in-law, the boss, the young lady... aren't they all shrewd and cunning? How could you possibly understand and deal with them so easily? Even without my involvement, your charade wouldn't have been able to continue."

Baldy spoke calmly, but Long Tai's meticulously laid deadly trap was ruined precisely because of him, the deadly inside man, leading to a complete defeat.