A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Gu Feng parked the car on the side of the road and waited for a while, estimating that the damned girl should have run far away before restarting the car and continuing on his way.

Sure enough, the white Bora was nowhere to be seen along the way.

The old official's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally gradually settled back into place.

But before he had gone far, that Bora appeared again, doing the same thing as before, blocking his way.

Gu Feng was so angry he was practically fuming, wishing he could just floor the gas and ram the car into it. However, this Spyker C8 was not only his first car, but also a token of love from Ding Hanhan, so he couldn't bear to let it get damaged.

But if they don't crash into each other—are they just going to stand by and watch that little vixen, Youcai, play with them like a cat toying with a mouse?

When will this cycle of revenge end?

Miss, why don't we sit down and have a proper talk?

Gu Feng really wanted to say that to the rapeseed.

But if he were to actually sit down—given his current rage—he would probably pounce on him without saying a word.

However, the cunning rapeseed, as shrewd as a sly fox, didn't give him that chance at all.

When Gu Feng moved, she moved too; when Gu Feng stopped, she stopped too.

We won't give up, we won't abandon him, we'll just block his way from a distance, and find ways to tease him.

It was only then that Gu Feng finally realized why Youcai's smile had looked so awkward when they parted.

That smile, besides its innocent sweetness, clearly concealed a sinister undertone. Unfortunately, what good is it to realize it only afterward?

Row.

You little vixen, you want to play, huh? I'll play along to the end.

Gu Feng simply decided to let go of his worries and go all out. Who was afraid of whom? Would a tortoise be afraid of a hammer?

Once the thought was clear, I walked more leisurely, following behind the rapeseed plants at a steady pace.

He wasn't good at overtaking, but he could manage to follow—after all, he drove a high-powered sports car, and one press of the accelerator was equivalent to several presses by others.

When Youcai saw in the rearview mirror that Gu Feng's car was no longer driving recklessly, she was initially puzzled, but then she calmly took out her phone to make a call and continued driving leisurely.

Gu Feng followed her closely, never leaving her side, just as she had teased him earlier.

"What does it feel like when fortune turns around?" Gu Feng thought smugly.

After following for a while, the rapeseed truck suddenly turned the steering wheel and turned into a side road.

Gu Feng hesitated for a moment, then drove in.

Want to escape? Not so easy.

Gu Feng gritted his teeth inwardly.

When Youcai saw Gu Feng following, a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After driving a few kilometers, he suddenly pressed the accelerator, turned the steering wheel sharply, and with a few quick turns, he left Gu Feng far behind.

Seeing the car in front suddenly accelerate, Gu Feng wanted to follow, but his turning skills were too poor. After only a few turns, he completely lost the car and couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried. He was so anxious that he kept hitting the steering wheel.

In the end, when even the taillights of the Bora were out of sight, Gu Feng had no choice but to accept his fate—he had truly ruined the sports car. If it had been Ding Hanhan or Chu Xinran, would they have been able to escape?

With no other option, Gu Feng had to find an exit and prepare to go home first.

Unexpectedly, not far ahead, a dozen burly men suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, all of them broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, dressed in black suits and sunglasses, completely blocking the road.

There's no need to overthink it—these people were definitely recruited by Youcai.

Only then did Gu Feng fully realize that from beginning to end, this was all a trick to lure him into a trap.

Rapeseed had laid an ambush early on, deliberately provoking him along the way, just to lure him here.

This little vixen is truly cunning beyond belief.

Hmph, you want to deal with me? Let's see who gets the better of whom.

Gu Feng's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He had been holding back his anger all night and was looking for a way to vent it, and now—a human punching bag had delivered itself to his doorstep.

He calmly pulled the car over to the side of the road, then casually got out, straightened his clothes, and grinned at the group of burly men: "You guys are in good spirits, wearing sunglasses to admire the moon in the middle of the night?"

"Baka, attack!" shouted the long-haired man at the head of the group. Before he finished speaking, a muscular man next to him lunged at Gu Feng without saying a word, swinging his fists and kicks.

It seems these people look down on Gu Feng, disdain ganging up on him, and prefer a one-on-one fight.

Gu Feng cursed and went to meet him without hesitation.

This muscular guy was short, stocky, and stocky; his suit was so tight it looked like a bodysuit.

But once he started fighting, his movements were surprisingly fast. His punches were powerful and forceful, hitting right in the face, showing that he had quite a bit of skill.

An expert can tell a lot just by looking at their work.

Seeing the muscular man's fierce skills, Gu Feng was not afraid but rather pleased. If the people who came were all cowards, he really wouldn't have the interest to mess with them.

Seeing the punch coming, he quickly retreated, shifting his body to the side to narrowly avoid it.

The muscular man's punch missed, and his already fierce face twisted into a grimace. He let out a strange cry and pounced forward, each punch faster than the last, each kick more powerful than the last, relentlessly pursuing Gu Feng.

Gu Feng retreated again and again.

He would never act rashly without first ascertaining the truth of the situation—this had long been his habit, and it was the style of a master.

Seeing Gu Feng forced to retreat repeatedly, the group of burly men in suits assumed he was powerless to fight back. They all wore mocking sneers and waited with their hands in their sleeves to watch the show.

As soon as the muscular man's rapid and relentless attack created a slight opening, Gu Feng knew it was time to strike.

Just as the muscular man was retracting his last kick, he crouched, turned to the side, bounced back, and extended his leg—these movements were executed in one fluid motion, as fast as lightning and as elusive as a ghost.

Seeing his opponent suddenly attack with fierce momentum, the muscular man knew how powerful the blow was, but it was too late to dodge. He quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to block the heavy kick.

He thought to himself, no matter how fast this kid is, he's just fast. What can he do? He usually practices hard kung fu to withstand blows, and his muscles are as solid as iron plates. This kick can't hurt him at all.

Unfortunately, Gu Feng's punches and kicks were powerful enough to split rocks and shatter monuments; no ordinary person could withstand them.

Even if someone had only practiced some rudimentary hard skills, let alone mastered the Golden Bell Shield technique, they might not be able to withstand it. The kick landed squarely, and the muscular man felt a cracking sound like bones breaking in his wrists, followed by an overwhelming wave of pain.

He then realized—that kick from his opponent was not just powerful, it was simply unstoppable. Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

He was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, crashing more than two zhang away before landing heavily on the ground with a thud, raising dust in all directions.

He tried to stand up with difficulty, but his arms went limp and his chest heaved. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he fell backward onto the sky with a thud.

Whether he can survive is uncertain, but getting back up is absolutely impossible.

Seeing their companion so quickly and severely injured, the group of burly men were terrified and started shouting incoherently.

The long-haired man cursed angrily, then roared out a string of gibberish that Gu Feng couldn't understand at all.

Immediately, the group of men drew their bayonets.

"You want to use weapons? And you want a gang fight?" Gu Feng didn't dare to be careless. He looked around and saw half a brick on the ground at his feet. He couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself—it seemed that this brick had really become his unique weapon.

"Come on. Let's all come at once, stop just yelling." Gu Feng picked up a brick and steadily assumed a fighting stance.