?Mobile reading To say that these people were hired by Cheng Mei, Qin Feng has absolutely no doubt. Eighty Electronic Book This morning’s beating has left both her and her son humiliated. Moreover, Hou Bao and Mei Hui have tirelessly promoted within the company and among shareholders the claim that they have found the eldest son of the late CEO Qin Wei. Even before Hou Bao and Mei Hui held power, Cheng Mei had already sensed significant pressure. Now, that pressure feels even more overwhelming. Once Qin Feng is elevated to the position of chairman by the two, she and Qin Yu will truly have no chance at all. Qin Yu is still in a relatively safe position—he is a member of the old Qin family, so even if he doesn’t secure major advantages, he can at least maintain a comfortable life. Cheng Mei, however, is in a different situation. Since Qin Wei’s passing, she has immediately become an outsider. She has decided to take bold action. Eliminating Qin Feng is undoubtedly the best move. With this, Qin Yu will once again become the sole heir, and as the mother of the heir, she will be able to govern from behind the scenes. So, what exactly is this so "Qin Feng asked again. Ma Gaoan replied, 'Kui is one of the senior masters at Shengmen, a well-known figure in our city's underworld.' Indeed, a real underworld figure—no wonder. If he were a professional assassin, he wouldn't go to all the trouble of making such a big show. He'd simply send someone to wait at the person's usual spot, strike when the moment was right, and finish the job cleanly and efficiently. 'What exactly is Shengmen?' Qin Feng asked. On this point, Ma Gaoan couldn't give a clear answer—he truly didn't know. 'This question,' Qin Feng said, placing his hand on the hilt of his knife and speaking coldly, 'has left me unsatisfied. Your life depends on this final question. Do you understand?' Ma Gaoan winced in pain, nodding vigorously. 'Please rest assured—I will speak honestly and fully.' The last question was: How had Cheng Mei managed to find Kui? After all, someone so sharp-tongued and critical should have a rather narrow social circle. Ma Gao immediately gave his answer without hesitation: "Cheng Mei is Cheng Guo's mistress. Of course, Cheng Guo will step in for her. If it were anyone else, Cheng Guo wouldn't even consider taking the offer—because we're not killers; we're people who operate in the underworld, only stepping into the arena with guns when it comes to a direct confrontation." Qin Feng's face grew increasingly grim. His father had just passed away six months ago, and now he was being replaced. If only he had known Cheng Mei was such a fickle woman back then—he should have dealt with her right in the morning. To not uphold the dignity of a wife and now even aspire to inherit the family's assets—what a shame. "How long have they been together?" Qin Feng asked one more question. Ma Gao shook his head: "I'm not exactly sure how long they've been together. That woman knew Cheng Guo before I did. I've been with Cheng Guo for over three years now. Cheng Mei occasionally visits him, and they have their share of affairs in the office—these things are well known among the colleagues." Qin Feng's expression grew even more strained. He had always assumed Cheng Mei had started pursuing ⑧ ○ Electric Book ω ω w . τx τx zero two . com Dad, you're really losing this green hat of yours. "Hero, I've told you everything I know. Just let me go, okay? I'll be eternally grateful—ready to serve you like a cow or a horse!" Maogan kept pleading. Qin Feng drew the axe still embedded in his shoulder and said coldly, "You're going to die!" "Why? Didn't you promise to spare my life?" Maogan hadn't finished speaking when a cut was made across his neck—this cut severed not only his major neck artery but also his larynx, leaving even a god unable to save him. He clutched his neck, stared wide-eyed, and spoke in a muffled voice, "You've changed your mind—you've been inconsistent..." Qin Feng chuckled, "Let me tell you something: Cheng Mei is my father's wife. You know so much about her—how can I possibly let you live?" The bamboo-like head tilted sideways and collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing before turning into a lifeless corpse. He tossed aside his axe and walked off without looking back. Several bodies were simply left scattered along the roadside. Previously, his killing techniques had been precise and methodical—no one would trace the killings to him. The police would inevitably conclude that these people had killed each other in a mutual struggle, all perishing together. Fang Yuan also delivered his best performance, preparing a lively and vibrant dish—something he had never done before, as he typically arranged his plates with little care. After all, as a stall chef, presentation was never a priority for them. As long as the flavors were good, customers didn’t mind such details. Who would come to a roadside stall if they cared about such nuances? Seeing the plate arranged beautifully, he glanced at Li Ru, who had been smiling stupidly for a long time, and asked, "Hey, what's so funny? You've been smiling for half the time—don’t you fear you'll scare away the guests?" "Are you really that bad-looking?" Li Ru shot a look at her husband. "Whether you're funny or not, let's get this dish served right away," Fang Yuan said with a huff. Li Ru approached, picked up the plate, and was about to walk off when she turned back and whispered, "By the way, have you ever noticed how well Xiao Feng matches with our Fang Fang—such a perfect match, such a classic 'good man and good woman' pairing, isn’t it?" Fang Yuan thought to himself: "You were clearly admiring your daughter-in-law just now—getting We must be decent in our dealings. Yesterday you were still complaining about Qin Feng, saying that handsome young men couldn't possibly support themselves financially. Now that you know he's the heir to the Qin Group, your attitude has changed so quickly—how unsatisfactory that is. He expressed his concern: "Don't be so idealistic. How can someone so well-off possibly see a child from a modest family like ours? You don't understand the concept of matching families, do you?" Li Ru looked at her husband with a blank expression: "You simply don't grasp it. Our daughter is beautiful—that's our capital! What's poor about that? Ten years ago, Qin Wei was just as poor as we are." With that, she picked up her tray and walked off. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that her husband wasn't entirely wrong. She turned back and said: "Once little Feng has left, I'll give Fangfang a lesson—how to win a man's heart. Fangfang is so well-rounded, only a bit shy. Without initiative, how can she succeed? With such a wonderful young man, missing this opportunity would be a real regret." "Initiative?" Fang Yuan said, the four words spilling out as soon Li Ru almost knocked the entire plate right onto Li's head. How could you possibly speak of your own daughter in such a way? Even if your intention is sincere, wouldn't you find a more pleasant term than "actively pursuing"? To call it "reverse engineering" seems rather off—well, perhaps that term isn't quite right either.