?Mobile reading Old Third Street, Police District. 80 e-book "Will this work?" He Muqing looked at Qin Feng, who was covered head to toe in bandages, with deep skepticism. Qin, the young magnate, groaned, saying, "I think it will. Think about it—what would someone do if they knew someone was secretly supporting me, especially when the third of Shengmen's Four Giants arrived?" He Muqing mused a moment, then replied, "There's a good chance they'd end up just like Bai Lang." "Exactly!" Qin clapped his hands. "They'll definitely fall into the trap, and then I'll know who they are and what their intentions are." He Muqing tilted her head. "That's a solid plan. But why insist on me pretending to be one of Shengmen's people? Wouldn't it be better to have someone else step in as a substitute?" Qin smiled warmly. "Well, it's because of you—your agility—and Shengmen's fourth giant, the Vajra, happens to be a woman." Yes, Shu, the young lady, does meet the second criterion, but her martial skills are quite poor—she lacks the ability to protect herself. If someone manages to defeat her in a single move, wouldn’t that mean she’d be sent off with her life? The way she says it sounds like a playful compliment to a beautiful woman, yet she’s furious. What does it mean when I say I’m graceful and agile—can you carry me on your shoulder and beat me senseless? If it weren’t for me giving that person a good dressing-down, they’d surely have a story to tell! The beautiful woman sighed impatiently, “I’m fairly aware of my own limitations. Even against Bai Lang, I’m no match. So, don’t even think about making a move on me—I simply don’t have the energy to assist you.” Qin, the young gentleman, quickly bowed, “Head, where in the world should I look to find someone as capable as you? I’ll guarantee your safety—can’t you accept that?” “How exactly will you protect me?” asked the beautiful woman, her tone languid. Qin Feng said without hesitation, "Of course, I'll provide close personal protection. Er—head, please don't glare at me. I'm a straightforward guy, absolutely never going to do anything out of the ordinary for you. If necessary, you can sleep on the bed and I'll sleep in the bathroom—shouldn't that work?" "Me too! I still need to use the bathroom!" "Then, I'll sleep under the bed!" He Mei, raising an eyebrow with a smile full of meaning, replied, "I'll help you, but you'll have to let me give you a good beating first!" Qin, startled, stepped back and pointed to the bump on his head. "Didn't you already hit me? Isn't your energy flowing now?" "Of course not! How easy is it to just let go of that tension? Just stand still and let me knock you out! Yes, you dare to run? Don't even think about it—otherwise, I won't help you at all! Hahahaha! Now you're behaving nicely—watch me fight!" Clap! Thud! Hours later, a message was sent through the network: The Shura, ranked number one among Among the Four Pillars, the most formidable is the Asura—countless people have perished at her hands—while the most discreet is the Burial Tiger, whose appearance and age remain unknown to all. The White Wolf and the Fury Dragon fall far short in comparison. Qin Dashi cursed silently in his heart. If it weren't for the importance of the mission, he would have already stormed out to give her a good scolding. Claiming he wasn't holding a grudge—how many times have you done that, huh? What truly made him gasp was that He Muqing had stated this assignment was personal, meaning all expenses would fall entirely on his shoulders. Besides the business suite at the five-star hotel, he also had to cover all other costs for the beautiful guest—meals, wine tastings, and coffee breaks. Just then, the beautiful guest picked up the phone and said, "Hello, front desk? I'm from room XXXX. Could you please send up one of your finest red wines? Specifically, do you have a 1992 Lafite? Oh, no? Then 1996 will do—what's more, do you even have a 1992 Lafite? You call yourselves five-star? Fine, stop fussing—just send it up right away." The legendary 1982 Bordeaux wine exists only in films. The 1992 vintage is widely recognized by wineries as the year when grapes grew exceptionally well, producing the most robust and refined red wines. A top-tier Lafite from 1992 can cost tens of thousands of yuan—by the time you reach 1996, even three or four ten-thousands is hard to match. Qin Dashi’s heart is bleeding. He’s going to make you pay for everything—every meal, every drink—after this mission is complete. He’ll have you reimburse him handsomely. Not long after, a server pushing a small cart brought a chilled bottle of red wine to a guest’s table. "Thank you!" The beautiful woman immediately handed over several red banknotes bearing Mao Zedong’s portrait as a tip. "Thank you!" The server was thrilled—being able to serve such a lovely guest was already a great satisfaction, and receiving such a generous tip made him truly excited. "You're welcome," said He Muqing, "after all, someone will cover the expenses anyway!" Qin Da, furious, was shaking with agitation. "You spoiled girl! You don't care about spending other people's money, do you? Just wait— I'm going to give you a proper lesson! " He Mei began sipping her red wine, praising it as she drank, successfully stirring Qin Feng's appetite. Usually, Qin Da barely glanced at this kind of red wine, but now he could only lie beneath the bed, watching her drink with longing—how pitiful! "Drink! Drink until you're knocked out! One bottle will surely make you dizzy!" Though the wine wasn't very strong, it came in a 750ml bottle—even someone with a good palate would easily get tipsy. He Mei had already had two glasses, her cheeks now slightly flushed. She realized she might get drunk if she drank more, and there was a man still hiding beneath the bed—what if he jumped up and took matters into his own hands? Better to be cautious. She deliberately lowered her voice: "Qin, would you like to have a sip?" Qin Feng replied with irritation: "No, I don't!" "Just have a sip, okay? This wine costs several thousand per bottle—after all, I’ll never finish it, and the rest will just go to waste." Hei Muqing suddenly seemed to have a newfound sense of daily living; it was truly remarkable that she could even utter the word "waste." Qin, the young noble, agreed—waste was indeed shameful. So he'd have a glass, after all, since he was hidden down below and didn't want to be noticed. "Alright, sister, I'll have a drink for you!" Hei Muqing smiled, but her smile was rather eerie. Good heavens! He was truly furious—how could she have treated him like a mere guest when she simply pushed the wine bottle under the window, splashing crimson liquid all over him, and poured the rest into the carpet. Dead girl, I won't rest until I settle this with you!