The 55th floor of Yun Tian Tower stood in the heart of Kyoto's most prosperous district. This was the headquarters of the Yun family's black-and-white power. The security here was as formidable as that of Kyoto's police station. The guards stationed outside the building were not just ordinary employees; they were muscular and imposing, radiating a fierce and resolute aura.
Old Peng, a frequent visitor, was not stopped by anyone as he made his way through the building. However, upon reaching the 55th floor, he walked alone into a spacious office. The room, 200 square meters in size, didn't feel empty. The large desk by the window caught the sunlight at an angle, while a ten-person meeting table and a lounge area with sofas surrounded the space.
The walls were adorned with dozens of priceless national treasures in the form of paintings, adding an air of elegance to the otherwise imposing atmosphere. Anyone who entered this office could feel the authority and solemnity that came with success and power.
Inside the office, three men were engaged in quiet conversation, but the sound of the door opening interrupted their discussion. They all stood up immediately. Two of the men were quite young—one was around thirty-two years old, wearing glasses, his eyes gleaming with intelligence. Upon seeing Old Peng, he greeted him respectfully: "Father-in-law."
This man was Yun Ying, the eldest son of the Yun family.
The younger man, around twenty-five or twenty-six, was the tallest and most robust. He exuded a deadly aura, his cold gaze contrasting sharply with Yun Ying's. He had short hair and wore a black leather jacket that seemed ready to rip apart with the slightest movement. This was Yun Diao, the new leader of the Yun Tian Alliance, and the head of Kyoto's underworld.
Old Peng didn't respond to the greetings but walked straight to the middle-aged man sitting at the head of the room, whose face was stern. This man was Yun Long, the head of the Yun family, nearly sixty years old, but his appearance was youthful, making him seem no older than in his forties.
"Well?" Yun Long asked, his eyes fixed on Old Peng, as if he already knew the answer but couldn't help asking anyway.
Old Peng shook his head, took the tea that Yun Ying handed him, and drank deeply. "No, actually, I was just testing the waters. I'm not sure if he really has any connections with the Godfather."
Yun Diao stepped forward impatiently and interjected, "I've said it before—the Godfather's power has been around for over a century. His influence is deeply rooted, and we have no way out. We'll have to fight to the death. This is China, after all. We don't have to lose."
Yun Diao wasn't particularly interested in the so-called doctor. As the king of Kyoto's underground world, he wasn't willing to allow anyone to challenge his authority, not even the Godfather. Old Peng could only laugh bitterly at his reckless confidence.
"Father-in-law, is this really that serious?" Yun Ying, who had always been in charge of the family business, asked with concern. Although he didn't fully understand, his ability to read the situation was sharp. Seeing the heavy expressions on his father's and father-in-law's faces, he knew things were not looking good.
Yun Long sighed heavily. While the Godfather was known for his cold-blooded killings, his reputation alone was enough to dominate the world of organized crime. His power was undeniable. In this moment, Yun Long was not thinking about Yun Diao's reckless aggression but rather a more thoughtful approach.
"Son, stop talking. The Godfather may be ruthless, but this is our territory. With our current strength, who's afraid of them?" Yun Diao said, his confidence palpable, like a young bull charging at an enemy without fear.
Yun Long snorted coldly. "Shut up, you fool. Do you think you can stop bullets with your body? You're clueless about the bigger picture. Half of the world's top ten assassin groups are under the Godfather's control. Do you really think you can hold them off?"
Despite being the successor to the Yun family, Yun Diao was still young and inexperienced. He hadn't yet felt the weight of the world, and his arrogance was getting the best of him. His father, Yun Long, didn't tolerate his son's reckless attitude and gave him a harsh reprimand.
Yun Long exhaled deeply, then turned to Old Peng. "Father-in-law, do you truly believe this doctor has the kind of power to sway the Godfather?"
Old Peng hesitated, then replied, "I've only met him a few times over the past six months, so I can't say for certain. But I've heard he saved the life of Old Bu Si, the Godfather's most trusted elder."
Old Bu Si, a powerful figure in the Godfather's organization, was a name that carried weight. Old Peng knew little about Guan Xing, the doctor from Feiyang, but even the smallest lead was worth pursuing. If the Yun family was truly going to go to war with the Godfather, the consequences would be disastrous. He had lived through many battles, far more than Yun Diao had, and his caution was warranted.
"Old Peng, are you sure? If there were such a person in Kyoto, wouldn't they already be famous? A small-town doctor with such power?" Yun Diao asked, still doubtful.
Yun Long was even more skeptical. "I don't know this doctor well, but I do know the Godfather's reach. If he truly has the connections to challenge the Godfather, it's not something we can dismiss lightly."
Old Peng continued, "Yun Long, let's do this—let's keep an eye on the Godfather's movements. I'll try to contact them again. In addition to apologizing, we're willing to offer a large sum of money to compensate. Honestly, I don't want to resort to violence. Sigh... maybe we really are getting too old for this."
Yun Long had already considered this route, but the Godfather had rejected all attempts at negotiation. The only message they received was a kill order. It seemed that violence was the only solution.
"Is that even possible?" Yun Ying asked.
"I don't know," Old Peng admitted. "But I have to try."
Meanwhile, Guan Xing arrived at the Third Hospital. Both the hospital director and Old Huang were present, and their expressions were strange, almost too knowing.
"Is there something wrong with my clothes?" Guan Xing joked, seeing their odd stares.
The director quickly spoke up with a smile. "Doctor Guan, you've really kept us in the dark for a long time!"
Old Huang added with a teasing tone, "That's right. We were so worried before. The name 'Oriental Divine Hand'—what a grand title! Yesterday, even Minister Li from the Health Department asked about you. Sigh, Doctor Guan, we really underestimated you."
The director placed an invitation card in front of Guan Xing. It was written in both Chinese and English, simple but formal. The letter was a formal invitation for Guan Xing to attend an international medical seminar and sign a national cooperation agreement for medical research. The signature at the bottom sent a chill down his spine: Stefenti, Chairman of the International Medical Alliance.
Stefenti was not as well-known as the UN Secretary-General, but he had won three Nobel Prizes in Medical Research. In the medical world, his name was as monumental as Mount Everest—no one could surpass it. Every doctor worth their salt knew his name.
The director laughed as Guan Xing set the letter down. "Doctor Guan, so it turns out you're registered with the International Medical Alliance. You have the right to practice medicine in over 200 countries. I was wondering why you weren't afraid of the Health Department trying to revoke your license. Turns out, they can't touch you."
Old Huang chimed in eagerly, "Doctor Guan, I really want to know—are you really the Oriental Divine Hand? If so, how did you perform those three heart surgeries? I'm dying to know!"
Guan Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead. He hadn't expected such a simple invitation to stir up this much attention. But it made sense—only around thirty doctors in the world had registered with the International Medical Alliance, and Guan Xing was the only one in China.
Though Guan Xing had never thought of his international license as anything special, it was an honor. The invite was proof of that—a privilege that even the Minister of Health didn't have.
He glanced at the invitation again, more surprised than ever. He had never heard of such a talent emerging from China.