A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Dozens of burly men, wielding long knives and carrying iron bars, stormed in menacingly.

"Who the hell dares to touch my brother? If I don't make him leave here straddling a chair, I'll write my name Chen Dashan backwards."

A well-dressed, respectable man barged in with an air of authority, but instead of speaking, he spewed out a string of foul language.

Like brother, like brother; without a doubt, this is Chen Hongyin's elder brother.

"Brother Dashan, it's them, they're the ones who bullied Brother Yin." The local student named Yuanzhong immediately perked up and pointed smugly in the direction of Gu Feng and the others.

Chen Dashan glanced around and saw several young people who looked like students gathered around a large table. One boy was being held down tightly, his pants pulled down to his knees, while another boy, covered in sweat, was vigorously slapping the boy's white buttocks.

He looked around again, but couldn't find his younger brother. He frowned and asked, "Where's my brother?"

"Look, isn't that it?" Yuan Zhongchao pointed at the guy who was being held down and brutally beaten.

"Damn it!" Chen Dashan roared in fury, his face contorted in rage. "You bunch of bastards, how dare you treat my brother like this? You're all asking for trouble!"

Without him even giving the order, his men had already surrounded Gu Feng and his companions, leaving no gaps. Long swords and iron rods, each gleaming with a cold light, their fierce faces contorted in the lamplight.

Surrounded by so many fierce-looking men, Erxi's fat body jiggled even more violently, as if he had a high-powered motor installed in his body. His face was completely bloodless, as pale as if he had just applied a layer of powder.

Cen Jingpeng's legs were shaking uncontrollably, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into—he had only tried to get a free meal, why was he being punished like this?

Yang Xiaochen's back was already soaked with cold sweat, his face was slightly pale, and his ten fingers were clenched into fists. He kept repeating to himself: Don't force me, please don't force me. If you push me too far, I'm capable of anything.

Ye Peng and Li Xiaolan, on the other hand, were barely able to remain calm. They had probably expected this scene to happen. Although they were a little nervous inside, they tried their best to maintain their composure.

The most unpredictable person was Shen Tiannan, who was usually taciturn. His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and he stared at Chen Dashan and his group with a pair of cold and indifferent eyes, as if he were watching a boring revolving lantern.

As for Gu Feng, a hint of disappointment appeared on his face. He had originally thought that Chen Hongyin's brother would have a grand entourage, but it turned out that he had only brought a few dozen people.

In the eyes of the ancient official, such a small number of people were truly insignificant.

Therefore, even though the others were terrified, he remained standing there steadily, with one hand still pressing lightly on Chen Hongyin's back, as if nothing had happened.

"You bastard, let go of my brother right now!" Chen Dashan roared and pounced on Gu Feng, throwing a punch at him.

An eye for an eye is something Gu Feng is most happy to do.

Since you want to see who has the harder fist, Gu Feng clenched his fists and met the attack without hesitation.

With a muffled thud, the two fists collided solidly, accompanied by the faint sound of cracking bones. Chen Dashan's attempt to out-fight Gu Feng in terms of fist strength was tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

After being punched, he grimaced in pain, and half of his body collapsed.

Seeing their leader suffer a loss, the henchmen immediately became like wolves and tigers, shouting and wielding knives and clubs as they pounced on him.

With a crisp "crack," a plate shattered into several pieces. A beam of white light shot out from Gu Feng's hand, and somehow the sharpest piece of porcelain was already firmly pressed against Chen Dashan's carotid artery.

The person holding this broken piece of porcelain is none other than Gu Feng.

But how exactly he moved remained a mystery to all the dozens of eyes present.

"Stop right there!" Gu Feng shouted coldly.

No one dared to move again. Only Chen Dashan subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but the shards of porcelain pressed against his carotid artery were like a bone-deep infection, clinging tightly to his flesh.

"You're being naughty." Gu Feng chuckled and slightly increased the pressure on his hand. Chen Dashan felt a pain in his throat, and a warm liquid trickled down his neck.

He didn't need to look down to know it was his own blood. The stinging pain, though not severing a major artery, was clearly just a warning. If he didn't learn his lesson—this was evident in the icy indifference in the young man's eyes, almost devoid of any warmth.

"Don't...don't move." Chen Dashan had a naturally loud voice, on par with Li Xiaolan, but at this moment, every word he uttered was soft and slow, as if if he raised his voice even slightly, the blood vessels in his neck would be cut open immediately.

"This must be Chen's older brother, Brother Dashan, right? Hmm, you're not bad, at least you're much more sensible than your younger brother." Gu Feng said with a smile.

What could Chen Dashan say? Could he possibly thank him for the compliment? He could only glare at him with his bull-like eyes.

"However, you only know a tiny bit more about human affairs than him, so in the end you're about the same. You know your brother is in trouble, yet you bring only a few people to put on a show? You're underestimating me, Gu Feng."

Gu Feng smiled coldly, the porcelain shard in his hand remaining as steady as a rock, firmly attached to Chen Dashan's neck.

Chen Dashan's face had turned ashen, and he felt a dull pain in his throat, so much so that he didn't dare to swallow his saliva.

"What do you want... to do?"

"What do I want?" Gu Feng laughed, but his gaze suddenly turned cold, piercing straight into Chen Dashan's eyes. "Your brother needs discipline, and I kindly tried to educate him for you; not only do you not appreciate it, but you also brought a whole bunch of people barging in with knives and sticks—Big Fool, shouldn't I be asking you what you want?"

To strike a snake, strike its vital spot; to capture a thief, capture its leader first. Although Chen Dashan's group had a large and powerful force, Gu Feng immediately seized control of their vital organs. No matter how many men they had, they were just a bunch of useless fodder.

"Kid, if you've got the guts, kill both my brothers today. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Chen Dashan gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with malice.

"Oh, I'm so scared." Gu Feng trembled, but the trembling was so exaggerated that anyone could see his sarcasm. He gave a mocking smirk and turned to Li Xiaolan, saying, "Senior Brother Li, why are you slacking off? Keep hitting him."

Even at this point, he's still smoking? Ye Peng and the others were dumbfounded.

"Really... keep going?" Li Xiaolan asked in a low voice. He had always considered himself exceptionally brave, but only now did he realize that he was nothing more than a frog in a well. Compared to this new junior brother, his courage was simply insignificant.

"Senior brother, do you know how to deal with a bull chasing a cow?" Gu Feng asked with a smile.

"How do we solve this?"

"I'm awesome where I'm awesome," Gu Feng replied decisively.

That's a really strong statement.

"Junior brother, you're awesome." Li Xiaolan said, throwing away the broken piece of porcelain. He spread his five fingers and grabbed Chen Dashan, flipping him over and pressing him firmly onto the table.

With a "ripping" sound, Chen Dashan's pants were pulled up to his knees, just like his brother's!

"These two brothers are both wayward and need to be disciplined. If they aren't taught a lesson, they'll never amount to anything. Senior brother, just keep whipping them. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility," Gu Feng said in a deep voice.

The entire audience froze once again.

When Chen Dashan's men saw that their leader had also been pinned down, and although he looked terrible, the piece of broken porcelain was no longer on his neck, so they thought that he was no longer in any danger.

Coming to their senses, they thought their chance had finally come—with their leader released, the kid had lost his support. So they swarmed towards Gu Feng, brandishing their longswords.

The moment they moved, Gu Feng followed suit. His movements were unpredictable, like a ghost. The one at the front hadn't even figured out what was happening before his long sword was easily snatched away. Immediately afterward, there was a series of screams and the clanging of swords and clubs hitting the ground. His companions, one by one, clutched their bleeding wrists, staring in utter terror at the extremely arrogant yet terrifyingly monstrous young man.

The injured group had no idea how they got hurt, but the senior brothers standing behind them saw it clearly.

Gu Feng snatched the knife with incredible speed, then spun around and leaped forward in a strange manner. In just two steps, the long knife drew a white arc in mid-air.

When he stopped, the group of burly men who had been eager to attack all had a bloody gash on their wrists. And the long knife in Gu Feng's hand was still dripping thick blood.

Gu Feng casually tossed the knife to the ground and clapped his hands: "I told you long ago, your numbers are really no match for us. Anyone who's not afraid of death, come on up."

No one dared to move anymore, not a single person.

When Li Xiaolan came to his senses, he felt a rush of hot blood to his head. He rolled up his sleeves, raised a fly swatter, and, in full view of everyone, began to beat the Chen brothers like little kids.

No one could have predicted that things would turn out in such a ridiculous and absurd way.

Especially those local students who had previously placed high hopes on Chen Dashan, watching the fly swatters land one after another on those two pairs of bare buttocks, felt a chill in their hearts, as if they had been stuffed into an ice cellar in the sweltering heat of summer, both cold and suffocating, penetrating to their very bones.

Just as things were getting out of hand, a glib voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Hey, what's going on here! You bunch of brats, instead of studying, are you putting on a show?"