?Reading on mobile phone Seeing people getting off the bus, several eyewitnesses grew even more agitated—two of them would have charged at Qin Feng if not for being pulled back. Eight Zero E-book Mei Hui was instructed not to get off, though she had been practicing cultivation for some time and had never actually fought anyone before, so she was quite inexperienced. "I must say," Qin, the young noble, said to the still-dramatic group, "your acting is a bit lacking. Just let it go—today I'm in a good mood. You just clear the way, and I'll act as if nothing happened at all." The leading figure was a solid, well-built man in his mid-fifties, still wearing a sleeveless shirt even in autumn, with a thick, fish-shaped tattoo on his upper arms. The tattoo, though, seemed to have been done at a rather inexpensive studio—its design didn't resemble a dragon at all, more like a fish. "What did you just say?" he exclaimed, "You're now accusing us of acting? You're quite bold, aren't you?" "The tall man pointed at him and said, 'You didn't stop to check on the injured person right away—instead, you reversed and crushed them. We, the witnesses with a sense of justice, have blocked your way and even challenged you. If you don't compensate us today, you won't be leaving!' As he spoke, he punched the car door. The door, made of thick steel, remained perfectly intact—no deformation at all. Looking at the man, though his face showed no major changes, his slightly labored breathing revealed the strain; his hands must have been sore. Come on, this is a modified Hummer—on the outside it still looks like a civilian model, but its performance rivals that of a military-grade vehicle. If a single punch could dent it, what kind of a vehicle would that be? Qin, the young man, smiled coldly and asked, 'So you want compensation? How much?' At the mention of money, everyone's eyes brightened naturally. The one lying on the ground, in particular, seemed to be working harder, eager to convince everyone that not a single bone in his body was intact." The sturdy man put on a show, stroking his chin and said, "Their bones are broken in several places—unless they're lucky, they'll at least have to pay fifty or sixty thousand." "Exactly. Just treating their injuries will cover that much, not counting lost wages and nutritional expenses!" one of his assistants agreed. Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, "Fifty or sixty thousand?" The sturdy man quickly adjusted himself and said, "At least thirty thousand!" "Is thirty thousand enough? With so many bones broken, I'd think thirty thousand wouldn't be enough," Qin said with conviction. "Let's set a reasonable price—otherwise, once we're short, you'll keep coming back to me, and I'll be quite tired of it." The sturdy man's eyes lit up again. He had thought he'd found a sharp, savvy buyer—only to find out that the young man was just as confident in his own judgment as he was, yet utterly naive. Now that he'd made such a statement, he simply couldn't charge more without being truly unreasonable. After a brief pause, he spoke with a more cautious tone, "Then let's settle it once and for all—ten thousand! No further claims Qin Feng said without hesitation, "Alright, ten thousand it is!" The group cheered enthusiastically; if it weren't for the need to maintain the authenticity of the performance, the one lying on the ground would have surely jumped up with joy. As a group of "faking-injured" actors, facing increasingly savvy car owners, securing a successful claim was no easy task—let alone achieving a successful claim of ten thousand yuan, an experience they had never managed since forming the group. Qin Feng extended his hand from his pants pocket, expecting to pull out a card. Instead, he held out an empty hand, waving it in front of the tall man and said, "Then pay the money—my brother has to head home to sleep!" The tall man was taken aback—what did he mean? Wasn't it supposed to be *him* paying? Everyone else was equally puzzled. Qin Feng, growing impatient, said, "How much do you want to pay? That's what you said yourselves—so hurry up and give it to me!" "What? We're supposed to pay you?" The tall man's eyes widened, as if they had turned into cow's eggs. Qin Feng huffed, "Of course it's you who gives me the money—how else? Wouldn't you think I'd be the one receiving it? If you're going to act like you've been injured, then you've got a point. He certainly must have scraped the car when he fell off—it's not just a scratch, is it? Don't I need repairs or paint work? Oh, and by the way, you just hit me with a punch earlier! Well, I'm not a stingy guy—let that punch go uncharged. Now, get your money ready!" The tall man snapped, "Young man, do you even know what you're saying? Our team has been playing games with you. If that's the case, why should we be polite to you?" Several of them stepped up, fists clenched, and one even pulled out a rubber stick from behind. Whenever someone takes the black, someone else takes the red. A sharp-faced young man stepped forward to block the tall man, facing Qin Feng and saying, "Young man, are you blind? If you upset these guys, you're in for trouble—pay up and leave right now, or you're going to have it rough today!" "Seeing he wouldn't accept the toast, the others had no further courtesy—let's go! Even if they don't get paid today, at least they'll get a taste of the action, which will be some consolation in their disappointment. Before launching in, the big guy didn't forget to issue a warning: 'Kid, you're not the only one who's going to suffer. Your lady sitting in the car too! If you're smart, settle the bill right now—there's still time...' 'Too late!' Qin Feng cut him off, stepping forward suddenly, then delivering a powerful high kick. The big man had no time to react, his eyes wide with shock as the foot—wearing a flat shoe—rapidly expanded, grew, grew... Thud! The strong man, weighing over 200 pounds and standing 1.85 meters tall, was sent flying backward, unconscious from the impact on his chin. He crashed heavily onto the ground, sending up a cloud of dust. 'Let's knock him out!' The remaining several people charged forward. Even the one who had been lying on the ground all along wasn't idle—he jumped up to open the door of the Hummer, aiming to seize Mei Hui inside and thus create a dilemma for Qin Feng, who would be unable to act. Qin Da-Shao had already instructed the beautiful CEO to lock the door before he got out of the car. The young man pulled and tugged several times in vain, then bent low to pick up a brick, ready to smash the window. He raised the brick high, his face glowing with a sinister, cunning smile—only to freeze mid-motion when he saw the reflection of the scene behind him in the window glass. His entire body seemed to be paralyzed, his expression transforming completely, as if struck by a sudden revelation. All his companions lay motionless on the ground, groaning in pain. What? Seven or eight people couldn't even defeat one person? How could that be? Isn't it supposed to be that two hands can't stand against four? What's going on now? Qin Feng stood right behind him, arms folded across his chest, a deeply meaningful smile on his face. He spoke calmly, "Go on, smash it! Smash it already!" He almost instinctively threw the brick aside, speaking in a trembling voice: "Brother, I'm sorry! I've made a mistake. You're so generous—forgive me this time... Ah..." It was too late now to beg for mercy. Like his companions, he was kicked backward and sent flying. Qin Dashi calmly got into the car and walked off with the beautiful CEO. The strong man slowly came to consciousness, gritting his teeth as he watched the car's tail lights fade into the distance: "Young man, you'll regret this. I'll make you pay for it tomorrow!"