While reading on her phone, just like on the bus, although some people were annoyed that the beautiful woman was being accosted, they still adopted a "better to keep quiet than to make a fuss" attitude. At the e-reader, when her daughter was being harassed by a group of roughs, Fang Yuan immediately picked up a large spoon and moved toward them. Li Ru quickly stopped him, whispering, "They're from the Tiger Group. Just calmly explain to them, in front of so many people, they won't dare to do anything." As they were talking, Qin Feng had already walked over, pulled her to the side, and asked with concern, "Fang Fang, are you okay?" Fang Fang replied softly, "I'm fine." Qin Feng pointed at the punk man's nose and said, "They've been bothering you, haven't they?" Fang Fang, unable to conceal her feelings, replied, "No, no. They're regular customers. It's just a friendly joke." Fang Fang chose to endure quietly, allowing the punk to grow even more arrogant. He slapped Qin Feng's hand aside and sneered, "Kid, get out of here right now! Brother Leopard can simply act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, you'll have to—ah—" Puff! The punk, who had called himself Brother Leopard, lay sprawled on the street, looking utterly defeated, barely aware of what had just transpired. Only then did Qin Feng slowly lower his raised right leg. The other young men stared at him in wide-eyed astonishment, completely stunned by the force of his single kick. They had always believed they could knock someone over with a strong blow—never thought they could send someone flying like this. "Have dinner," Qin Feng declared, radiating an air of supreme confidence, turning to the stunned group, "and eat it well. Don't make things worse for yourself—pay up and get out right away!" "You dare challenge our Brother Leopard? You're finished! Do you know who he is? He's the younger brother of our Brother Tiger—ah—" Puff! The guy who had been shouting out bold words ended up crashing into the punk guy, both of them emitting agonizing cries like they were being slaughtered. No one could clearly see Qin Feng's kick—it was simply too fast. The remaining few realized they'd hit a wall and dared not speak up, instead scrambling to their feet and rushing to the street to help lift the two victims. "Wait a minute!" Qin Feng roared. "You want to leave without settling the bill?" Startled, the group members' legs went weak. They quickly pulled out three or four hundred-yuan bills and placed them carefully on the table at the outermost edge. "Listen, young man," the punk guy said, throwing down a fierce remark, "If you're not going to stay and fight, if you don't come out of this with your life or this restaurant destroyed, then I'll never call myself Chen!" A man should stand up with his fists. To flee in embarrassment is already a loss of face. To speak such bold words on the way out—what kind of strength is that? Some guests were envious, wishing they had the heroism of Qin Feng to save a beautiful woman; others felt sorry, knowing that this area was the stronghold of the Tiger Clan, and having drawn the ire of Chen Bao, the younger brother of Tiger Brother, would surely not end well. Li Ru's evident concern already proved this point. This was an old neighborhood, not particularly glamorous compared to the city's newer developments—it had long been a place where dirt and grime accumulated. Besides the city planners, municipal officials, and those who simply didn't know how to manage the streets, powerful local gangs had been dominating the scene for years. Take the Fang family, for instance—though their business was thriving, repeated disruptions by both the official and the underworld factions left them barely able to make ends meet. Otherwise, why would the couple be so frugal, refusing even to hire a server? Li Ru approached, speaking with a tone of mild reproach: "They've only been playing around with Fang Fang until now. Now that you've fought Chen Bao—the younger brother of Chen Hu—will he simply let it go?" And now it's dragging down our whole family. How can we possibly run a business here? You've truly done a great deal of harm. Fang Fang grew impatient: "Mom, it's for me that they're stepping in. How can you say such things?" It's no surprise that women are outgoing—Li Ru glanced at her daughter sharply: "Even then, you don't have to resort to physical confrontation. Chen Hu would just bring a whole group to cause trouble—what then?" Fang Fang continued to stand up against her mother: "Call the police! Isn't there any law at work?" Li Ru looked utterly exasperated: "If the police could handle things, Chen Hu's group would have been wiped out long ago. Haven't you heard of the police-firm conflicts? We pay them three thousand yuan every month—something you well know. Honest and straightforward Fang Yuan also looked deeply concerned. Upon hearing this, guests around naturally began to rise and settle their bills, eager not to be caught in the crossfire. Qin Feng smiled, patting his chest and said in a resonant voice, "Mr. Fang, Auntie, don't worry—should those people dare to cause any trouble, I'll handle it myself." The couple sighed. The matter had already come to pass, and all they could do now was hope to resolve it peacefully with the Tiger Clan. Even if it meant spending some money and making some sacrifices, they couldn't afford to lose this business—otherwise, the whole family would have to rely on the wind from the northwest. Qin Feng's confidence, however, did little to instill confidence in the family. In fact, Fang Fang kept urging him to leave as soon as possible, convinced that the Tiger Clan would surely not let him off easy. "Fang Fang," Qin Feng began to shift the topic, "you mentioned that you've lived here for over twenty years. How about I ask you about someone?" He asked, "Do you remember a family of Qin who lived in the northern residential area over ten years ago? The man used to be a boxing champion, and the woman was a primary school teacher—do you recall them?" Qin Feng's father, Qin Wei, had once been a professional boxer and won In fact, if he had been willing, securing the world title in the lightweight division wouldn't have been much of a challenge—except that the Sports Commission has consistently shown little support for boxing, falling far short of the backing given to table tennis, badminton, and diving. Fang Yuan asked, "The person you're referring to—is he Qin Wei?" Qin Feng hadn't noticed Li Ru's expression shift; had Fang Yuan not prompted the question, she would have mentioned the name herself. Qin Feng grew excited: "Yes, yes, definitely Qin Wei!" Before her husband could speak, Li Ru asked, "What brings you to Qin Wei? He's our generation's biggest tycoon—founded the Qin Group over a decade ago when he went into business, with assets in the hundreds of millions. Even Fang Fang works at a company under the Qin Group." What? Qin Feng was stunned. The father he remembered—someone who only knew running and boxing—had become a successful entrepreneur. That meant, by coincidence, they had become second-generation wealthy families! The surprise had come so swiftly that it was almost overwhelming. When it came to money, his account had never exceeded six million euros at its peak—of course, that sum vanished with the fall of Death Island. He suppressed his excitement and asked, "Where does the Qin family currently reside?" The couple's faces turned pale. Fang Yuan sighed, "We're not sure anymore. Qin Wei was always very kind to us old neighbors. Take Fang Fang, for instance—fresh out of university with little experience—and yet she managed to join Qin Group. Many of our children have similar stories. But good people don't always live long. Qin Wei passed away six months ago." Wait—dead? A generation of wealth has passed away. What now for me, a second-generation family member?