A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

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

With a strange cry, the long-haired man led a dozen or so men armed with bayonets and charged at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng was about to put on a show again when a bayonet came crashing down on him.

He hurriedly dodged to the side, but another bayonet came flying at him from the side. He dodged again and again, barely avoiding it. Before he could even regain his footing, a third bayonet followed closely behind.

Having lost his balance, Gu Feng had nowhere to avoid it, so he could only grip the brick and charge towards the bayonet.

With a "snap," sparks flew as a section of the brick was shaved off. Gu Feng barely managed to dodge the fierce barrage of blades, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat—these Japanese devils' knives were just too fast.

When the long-haired man saw that Gu Feng had managed to evade their combined assassination attempt, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. Then, his gaze sharpened, and with a strange howl, his men immediately raised their bayonets again, reformed their sword formation, and prepared for the next round of attacks.

The opponents outnumbered each other and coordinated extremely well, striking one after another, leaving almost no opening.

Once the sword formation is complete, it's truly impossible to find any obvious flaws.

Gu Feng knew very well that if he continued to be passive like this, he would only be dragged down to his death.

To win, you must take the initiative and be faster than them.

Once he made up his mind, Gu Feng didn't hesitate any longer. He burst forward, his ghostly movements so fast they were dazzling.

Seeing Gu Feng charging towards him first, the long-haired man hurriedly raised his sword and slashed fiercely.

However, he didn't hear the dull thud he expected when the knife pierced flesh—it felt like he was slashing into thin air.

Just as the blade was about to reach Gu Feng, he suddenly lowered his body and slid down to his knees towards the long-haired man.

Realizing something was wrong, the long-haired man immediately tried to draw his sword and retreat quickly to protect himself.

But it was too late—a sharp pain, as if struck by a giant hammer, suddenly shot through her side.

Gu Feng slammed the brick in his hand down on him.

When Gu Feng throws a brick, he either doesn't strike at all, or he returns bloodthirsty—this has become his habit. Strike the snake at its vital point; capture the thief by capturing the kingpin.

When the long-haired man screamed and collapsed to the ground, his men immediately fell into chaos.

Although the bayonets all came at Gu Feng, they were no longer as impenetrable as before, but rather slashed wildly and without any pattern. Gu Feng seized this fleeting opportunity, lowered his body again, barely dodging several bayonets, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and unleashed a sweeping attack.

Several muffled thuds rang out in succession. One after another, those who had been struck in the lower body fell to the ground.

Gu Feng felt the pressure around him suddenly decrease, and he was overjoyed. He rolled over like a lazy donkey and stood up again with a brick in his left hand and a bayonet in his right. In the instant he rolled over, he had already picked up the knife that the long-haired man had dropped.

A brick in hand is enough to make one tremble with fear, but a knife in hand makes one invincible.

Although he was not very adept at wielding a brick in his left hand and a knife in his right, Gu Feng only feinted forward, causing the group of people to rush at him. The brick in his hand flew out and smashed hard at the leader.

Under the hazy moonlight, dark bricks came hurtling towards them.

The group of Japanese soldiers wielding knives were all startled and retreated hastily.

But Gu Feng's bricks never missed, and they flew with lightning speed. No matter how fast the man retreated, he couldn't outrun the deadly brick. He was hit squarely in the face, his head instantly bleeding profusely, blood splattering everywhere. He didn't even have time to utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

In a mere instant, several people had been brought down. The seriously injured were already silent, while those with minor injuries were still writhing and groaning on the ground.

The remaining group was already feeling fear and wanted to retreat—but having come to this point, they had no choice but to leave. Gu Feng, completely enraged, was now filled with murderous intent.

With a sword in hand, one becomes unstoppable.

Gu Feng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands and charged straight into the enemy ranks like a dragon in flight.

That bayonet was like a demon's bloodthirsty claws, leaving screams of agony and sprays of blood wherever it went.

When Gu Feng finally stopped, his white shirt was already stained beyond recognition.

He held a blood-soaked bayonet, looking like a demon.

The ground was littered with people lying haphazardly, crying out for their parents and screaming in agony.

"Tell me, did Youcai send you here?!" Gu Feng grabbed the long-haired man by the collar and lifted him up.

"#@$#$%&$#$#@$……" The long-haired man uttered a string of gibberish, as if he had suddenly lost his ability to understand Chinese.

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Feng's bayonet was already piercing his thigh, the blade going right through. His voice was cold and cruel: "I just heard you speak Mandarin, and now you're speaking gibberish? Do you think I'm stupid, or do you think you're some big shot?"

The long-haired man winced in pain, drenched in cold sweat. No longer daring to feign weakness, he quickly begged for mercy: "Sir, sir... Miss said you bullied her, and they sent us to teach you a lesson."

"Where is she now?" Gu Feng asked coldly.

The long-haired man looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and then Gu Feng raised the bayonet in his hand again. The long-haired man was immediately frightened and waved his hands repeatedly, no longer daring to hide anything, and stammered out the truth.

"Hmph." Gu Feng snorted coldly, threw down the bayonet, turned around, got into the car, started the sports car, and sped away.

Rapeseed stands by the pavilion on the mountain path of Lion Mountain, overlooking the night view of the entire city of Shenzhen.

The night in Shenzhen never truly sleeps; in her eyes, the night is even more bustling and dazzling than the daytime. It was her first time seeing the night view of Shenzhen, yet she couldn't help but marvel at its myriad charms.

The city lights shone brightly, creating a dazzling spectacle. Buildings of varying heights rose from the ground, arranged in a harmonious and orderly fashion. The multicolored searchlights atop the skyscrapers, bathed in soft, colorful light, seemed to transform the city into a corner of the Milky Way.

Red, white, blue, green, and yellow orbs of light intertwined in the air, making her feel as if she were standing on a bridge across the Milky Way.

All sorts of ingenious neon lights, some like layers of colored bricks stacked up; some like musical notes jumping and flashing on the wall; some like starlight covering the earth—on this starless night, there is a light brighter than the stars.

Youcai took a deep breath of the cool night air, enjoying the night view. Thinking of Gu Feng, who was being beaten up by his uncle's men, a smile that was half innocent and half wicked appeared on her face.

The faint sound of car engines could be heard from below the winding mountain road.

Youcai assumed that her uncle's men had finished disciplining Gu Feng and were coming to report back to her, and her smile grew even wider.

But as the engine sound drew closer, she realized something was wrong—it wasn't the sound of an ordinary car; it was the deep roar unique to the Spyker C8.

I only told them to teach Gu Feng a lesson, not to steal the car... So, is it Gu Feng who's coming up now?

Thinking of this, Youcai's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly ran towards her Bora, which she had bought cheaply at the second-hand market.

But right at this crucial moment, the Bora just wouldn't start.

Youcai was angry, anxious, and regretful—what had gotten into her that she had to be so low-key and buy such an unreliable, beat-up secondhand car?

Actually, it wasn't just her who was annoyed by the car; Su Man'er was even more annoyed because it always broke down without a word at crucial moments, which is why she made the tough decision to sell it.

Gu Feng's car had come to a steady stop in front of them, while You Cai was still sitting in the Bora, frantically turning the key, "click-click-click."

When she saw Gu Feng park his car with a half-smile on his face and stride towards her, Youcai finally let go of the keys, opened the car door, and got out.