On the go, the scene was a mess. Ah, the e-book—well, using such a phrase to describe Qin Dashi, who has always placed his own image above everything else, truly feels just right. Either women who are unreasonable are intimidating, or perhaps not. When faced with dozens of special agents, or even hundreds of hired mercenaries closing in, he hadn’t felt so overwhelmed before. He was guided by He Muqing’s principle of fairness and impartiality, chasing after him with a stick in hand. The stick wasn’t scary—what was scary was how to escape before she realized that a gun was more effective and direct. Qin Dashi darted and weaved, only just managing to break through the training grounds and close the main gate. The Hummer proved reliable, starting its engine right away. When He Muqing finally emerged, the Hummer had already sped off. She could only hurl the stick like a javelin, watching it land freely and fall to the ground, missing Qin Feng’s car entirely. "Qin Xiazi, you better watch out—I absolutely won't let you off the hook!" The intensity of He Beauty's voice sent the officers who had been quietly watching from the sidelines jumping. Indeed, He Beauty noticed their presence in her peripheral vision and, with a scathing tone, said, "What are you all staring at? What's so impressive about it? If you're bored, go visit your sister and see how she does! You must be so restless—well, then, come with me. I've already memorized all of your faces. Anyone who dares to sneak away will be held accountable by my sharp, unwavering gaze!" The officers looked as if they had swallowed a bitter pill, their heads bowed, following He Beauty into the training hall. Soon, cries of pain rose one after another as He Beauty treated them like a pressure valve, delivering blows without mercy, until they were nearly weeping. Thanks to Qin Dashi's appearance, these crises have been largely resolved, making Qin's own weighty presence and influence less necessary. Hou Bao had no objections—indeed, he had always preferred research work over political maneuvering. Moreover, the succession of his authority is being passed to his daughter Mei Hui, so he naturally had no complaints. Qin Dashi parked the car and headed straight for the underground laboratory. Seeing his elderly mentor in a white coat, he stated directly, "I need another gun, the one from last time." "Why?" the elder was taken aback. "One isn't enough? Do you intend to use two guns at once? Young man, listen to an old man's advice—don't overdo it. More bullets fired won't matter if they're not accurate. Precision is what truly counts." Qin Feng replied with irritation. "I don't even want to use two guns. I'll keep one hand free to fully unleash the power of the fire meteor. Honestly, my gun was stolen." He pulled out the Glock 19 he had just acquired and placed it in front of the old man, saying, "And one that you won't be able to get back. You go get me another one—better have as many rounds as possible." Hou Bao shrugged his shoulders, "Someone who can take something from Qin's young man's hands, and still have it not return—it's definitely no ordinary person." "That's right!" Qin's young man stammered, feeling embarrassed whenever he thought about it. Hou Bao, being seasoned, suddenly added, "A woman, right?" Qin Feng nodded helplessly, recalling how he had been chased around like a hunted animal, a scene that had become an indelible nightmare. The old man said something that nearly made him lose his temper: "Then I'll have to produce a batch of them—otherwise, every time you lose something, you'll come back to me. I'll be dead from all the demands!" What did he mean? Were his friends now carrying the face of someone who had been robbed? The old man, please clarify this—otherwise, we're not done yet! Hou Bao glanced at him and sneered, "You've got so many beautiful girls around you. When the time comes, one cup per girl—how can I possibly manage without making adequate preparations?" Qin, the young man, felt much more at ease; he had finally understood the meaning. He smiled to himself, pleased. The elder's words carried a hint of jealousy—after all, his beloved daughter-in-law had long been under his firm grasp, and he could only watch helplessly as this young man showed his charm. "Hou Uncle, rest assured," Qin said seriously, "no matter what happens, Mei Hui will always remain the chief wife of the Qin family. With her wisdom and grace, she is truly worthy of leading the household and managing the inner circle." The elder beamed, seizing his collar firmly, "That's what you say! A man's word is final—should you ever change your mind, I'll never forgive you." Qin thought, *You change your mind? I won't budge on this one.* Mei Hui is absolutely the ideal choice—her magnanimity has already been on full display through her proactive efforts in bringing Qin Feng and Fang Fang together. It would take a fool not to elevate such a woman to a position of prominence. As the old man pulled up the manufacturing drawings of the rifle from his computer, he said, "Xiao Feng, I've been receiving strange signals lately. The equipment shows the distance is very close, but I can't quite figure out why. You and Xiao Hui should be especially cautious during your daily routines." Qin Feng frowned, "Strange signals?" Seeing his interest, Hou Baoyu went on to give him a detailed account of the phenomena over the past few days. Starting about half a month ago, and each time with precise timing and duration recorded. What kind of strange signals are these? Isn't this just Xiao Feng practicing his qi cultivation? Even the subtle fluctuations caused by such practice are detectable—your equipment is truly impressive! The key issue is simply that the proximity is too close. When Qin Feng practices qi cultivation at home, the equipment fails to register anything. Yet the process of cultivating qi is quite subtle—any sensory perception gained through modern equipment would hardly be believed when shared. After listening to Qin Dashi's words, Hou Bao was so excited he nearly jumped out of his seat, "Xiao Feng! You've already become a legendary cultivator—what a wonderful development! Heaven has truly watched over us! Heaven has truly watched over us! Wei, did you hear that? Xiao Feng is now a cultivator!" As an experienced elder, Hou Bao possessed a broader knowledge base than most ordinary people, knowing many things that the average person would never be aware of. Qin Feng smiled and said, "Not just me—Xiao Hui is also a cultivator now! Surprised? That's what I've taught her." Hou Bao's eyes lit up, "Then teach me too! Though Master Hou is older, he still possesses a youthful determination and diligence—definitely achievable with such perseverance." Qin Dashi shook his head in exasperation, "Don't dream it—Hui's ability to cultivate is entirely due to sheer coincidence and fortune." You absolutely don't have to be dramatic. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth—because we've been sleeping together. Given that, do you really feel you have a chance?" Hou Bao looked disappointed, muttering, "I'm not into gay stuff." Qin Feng nearly popped out his eyes. His brother? Not into gay stuff either!