The air conditioning in the lottery center was blasting, making Han Feng's fingers slightly cold. He looked down at the five-million-dollar lottery ticket in his hand, and the system notification sounded in his ear:

Current predicted value: 4/5

"Warning: Zhou Zihao and others detected lying in ambush in the parking lot."

Han Feng squinted, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window at the entrance to the underground parking lot. Three thugs with dyed yellow hair were leaning against the wall smoking, one of them glancing up every now and then. Memories of his past life surfaced—it was Zhou Zihao's cousin, Zhang Meng, a notorious local thug.

"Sir, please proceed to window number 3." The staff member's voice brought him back to reality.

Half an hour later, Han Feng walked out of the prize redemption hall with a check for four million yuan after tax. His phone vibrated; a new system notification popped up:

"System prompt: Encounter battle, options triggered."

Option 1: Slip out the back door (no reward)

[Option 2] Frontal Breakthrough (Reward: Combat Experience +30)

[Option 3] Ambush and counterattack (Requires 2 prediction points, reward: increased combat instinct)

Han Feng chose three without hesitation. If you're going to play, play big.

"Predicted activation—"

He saw himself walking towards the parking lot; then Zhang Meng and two thugs surrounded him; then Zhou Zihao and Mu Xiaoxiao emerged from behind a pillar...

Having made his prediction, Han Feng confidently walked out of the lottery center.

The parking lot was dimly lit, and footsteps were particularly clear in the open space. As soon as they entered section B, three thugs surrounded them in a triangular formation.

"Hey, isn't this the lucky winner of the grand prize?" Zhang Meng grinned, revealing his gold-plated front teeth. "Want to borrow some money?"

Han Feng feigned fear and backed away: "How many...how many do you want?"

"All of them!" the skinny man on the left shouted, drawing a dagger from his waist.

Just then, Zhou Zihao and Mu Xiaoxiao emerged from the shadows. Zhou Zihao's right hand was in a cast.

"Han Feng," Mu Xiaoxiao's sweet voice held a venomous edge, "why didn't you tell your old friend you won the lottery?"

Han Feng secretly calculated the distance and angle, and the combat predictions provided by the system formed a three-dimensional image in his mind.

"Actually..." Han Feng suddenly revealed a strange smile, "I've prepared an even better gift for you."

In the instant they were stunned, Han Feng suddenly grabbed the skinny man's wrist with his right hand, squeezed hard and the dagger clattered to the ground, the skinny man instantly howled in pain; seeing this, Zhang Meng immediately pulled out a small knife and stabbed at Han Feng.

Han Feng sidestepped, and the knife pierced Zhang Meng's clothes perfectly, which he narrowly avoided. Zhang Meng was surprised, and then heard Han Feng sigh, "What a pity about this outfit; it's my favorite." He then delivered a kick, striking Zhang Meng squarely in the face. With a crack, the kick sent Zhang Meng seeing stars, his nose breaking. Accompanied by screams of agony, Zhang Meng froze, terrified by Han Feng's fierce attack. Han Feng didn't waste any more words, and with a side kick, sent him flying towards Zhou Zihao.

Zhou Zihao already had a cast on his arm, and when the man flew towards him, he couldn't dodge in time and was knocked to the ground. The cast on his arm was crushed to pieces, and his old injury was compounded by a new one. Zhou Zihao let out a pig-like scream.

"Battle prediction takes effect"

"Enemy movement trajectory is being visualized."

The next three minutes were nothing short of art. Every punch and kick from Han Feng struck precisely the areas with the highest concentration of pain receptors, yet left no visible marks; as the sirens grew louder, four figures lay writhing in agony on the ground.

Mu Xiaoxiao had long since disappeared. Zhou Zihao, clutching his groin, huddled beside the tire, his face covered in snot and tears.

"Remember," Han Feng whispered in his ear, crouching down, "next time, find someone more professional."

"Options complete"

"Gained the skill 'Combat Instinct'. The host will upgrade the skill to Lv.2 during combat."

Current experience points: 30/500

Han Feng quickly left the scene and turned into a small alley.

The police car screeched as it pulled the group into the vehicle. Han Feng was thinking, what if they confessed to him at the police station? He felt a pang of anxiety.

"Damn it, I'm not thinking about it anymore. I'll just go home. I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I might as well go all the way." Han Feng cursed under his breath and prepared to call a car to go home.

Unbeknownst to him, Mu Xiaoxiao's father had already warned her not to provoke Han Feng, as he had plenty of ways to handle the situation. This week, Zihao failed to resolve the matter properly for Mu Xiaoxiao, and naturally, he received a scolding at home, and Han Feng wouldn't be allowed to have an easy time either.

Just then, Han Feng took out his phone and suddenly heard a muffled thud. Turning his head, he saw a man in his fifties lying at the alley entrance, his face pale and purplish, his right hand clutching his chest tightly.

Immediately afterwards, a system notification sound came:

Ding: "Host has triggered an emergency medical event."

Option 1: Call 120 and then leave (no reward)

[Option 2] After providing basic first aid, wait for the ambulance (Reward: Basic medical knowledge)

[Option 3] Do everything you can to save them (requires 1 prediction value, reward: Medical Mastery)

Without much thought, Han Feng quickly dialed 120, then selected option 3, and the system immediately displayed diagnostic information:

Acute myocardial infarction

"Optimal rescue time: 4 minutes"

Recommended actions: CPR + sublingual nitroglycerin

Han Feng knelt beside the man and quickly searched his body. Since it was a myocardial infarction, he would naturally have emergency medication on him. Sure enough, he found a pill bottle in the inside pocket of the man's suit. He pried open the man's clenched teeth, inserted the pills under his tongue, and then began rhythmic chest compressions.

"Hold on..." Sweat beaded on Han Feng's forehead, and his arm muscles trembled from the sustained exertion.

Two minutes later, the man took a deep breath, his pupils refocusing. Only then did Han Feng notice the Party emblem on his suit and the understated black Audi not far away.

"Person recognition complete"

Name: Zheng Guodong

Position: Party Secretary of H Province

"Related event: In a previous life, he died of a sudden heart attack, triggering a political earthquake in the province."

"Thank...thank you..." Secretary Zheng weakly grasped Han Feng's hand, his eyes filled with scrutiny and gratitude.

"You're welcome. I've already called an ambulance for you, it'll be here soon. You should still go to the hospital for a check-up to avoid any other problems."

Secretary Zheng nodded, then took out a business card with only his name and phone number on it. It was clearly a personal business card: "My name is Zheng Guodong. This is my business card. If you need any help, you can call this number."

Han Feng nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

Soon after, the ambulance arrived. Han Feng watched as the medical staff put Zheng Guodong into the ambulance, then turned and left.

Ding: "Mission Completed"

"Rewards received: Medical Skill Proficiency Lv.1 Experience +20, Current Experience 50/500"

"Zheng Guodong's favorability +80%"

Special Note: This connection will play a crucial role.

Han Feng looked at the attribute panel and was secretly delighted. Today's gains were more than just a winning lottery ticket.