The temptation behind gentleness

This Tang Sanchun indeed is a carefree person.

When bested in skill, he also knows to lower his stance and admit his faults.

Su Fan didn't want to make an enemy of him either, and was thinking of finding a suitable opportunity to communicate more with him. Perhaps he really knew Grandpa and had some interactions with him. Through this, Su Fan might also be able to unravel the mystery of his own origins.

"You're too kind, Expert Tang,"

Su Fan nodded slightly.

"Divine Doctor Su, I will never forget this great kindness and favor. Here is five million, a little token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

Feng Zhenghua walked over, excitedly took Su Fan's hand, and handed him a bank card.

"Five million?"

Su Fan was surprised.

This Feng Zhenghua truly lived up to his reputation as one of the top ten wealthy businessmen in Yang City; such a generous gesture he made.

Everyone around was envious.

But, this wasn't surprising. As the sole heir of the Feng family, Su Fan saving Feng Tian's life meant securing the Feng family's lineage and protecting their assets. This kindness deserved a reward of five million, which was definitely not excessive.

Without waiting for Su Fan to speak, Feng Zhenghua forcefully stuffed the card into Su Fan's hand.

"Divine Doctor Su, this card was privately issued by the Yang City Development Bank for their highest-tier customers, and you also get VIP-level services at all of the Feng family's business holdings. Please do not refuse."

Su Fan hesitated for a moment, then put the bank card in his pocket.

"If you insist, I won't hold back," Su Fan said.

Afterward, Su Fan wrote a prescription, then headed back to his office.

Hospital Director Zhang Haitao stared at Su Fan's retreating figure, deep in thought.

...

Yang City, southern district, Blood Wolf Transport Company.

This was the headquarters of the Blood Wolf Gang.

Since ancient times, dockyard cargo transport has been a sphere of influence controlled by underground organizations.

Through ruthless acts of violence, the Blood Wolf Gang monopolized the cargo transport industry in Yang City, squeezing the lower-class laborers, while also forcibly extorting protection money from smaller enterprises.

The Blood Wolf Gang had an infamous reputation in Yang City. However, because their power was too vast and their methods extremely cruel, the common people only dared to resent them silently.

"Dammit, damn it all..."

In an office filled with a gangland aura, worshiping Lord Guan, a lean middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a fierce complexion, flipped a valuable rosewood tea table in anger, his rage clearly evident.

In front of him on the floor lay a stretcher.

It was Zhao Hu, who had his leg broken by Su Fan at the Feng family's grand hotel.

As the buzz-cut middle-aged man raged, the people around kept their heads low, not even daring to breathe too loudly, for fear of drawing his ire upon themselves.

The man's identity was clear as day—the Yang City underground world's one of the three biggest leaders, Gang Leader Zhao Long of the Blood Wolf Gang.

"Brother, you must take revenge for me, avenge me...!" Zhao Hu lay on the stretcher, emotional, crying out hoarsely.

At this moment, his mental agony far exceeded his physical pain.

From now on, he would become a true cripple, no longer able to command the wind and the clouds.

Zhao Long clenched his fists tightly, his face stern, grinding his teeth.

Once, the Blood Wolf Gang was a presence that the people of Yang City absolutely feared. They acted tyrannically throughout Yang City, and even some government officials with ranks had to give them a wide berth.

Once in a dispute, Zhao Long had slapped a deputy chief of public security, who did not dare to retaliate.

But now, his two brothers had been crippled one after the other, and the videos had been viciously spread online.

The Blood Wolf Gang's reputation in Yang City was not just on the decline; it had become a laughingstock.

The other two major underground forces, Baihua Society and Loyal Soul Hall, were seizing the opportunity to suppress the Blood Flood Dragon Gang. The authorities were also getting restless, and many merchants began to delay their protection payments.

If the Blood Wolf Gang's authority and reputation were not restored soon, they would have no footing left in Yang City.

Zhao Long pulled out his phone.

In an old temple deep in the mountains, an elderly man, although well past his prime, was full of spirit, with robust muscles and white hair. He answered the phone.