?Mobile reading Three young girls in sleepwear are lying flat on the carpet, facing a large liquid-crystal display showing the outside view of the Qin family compound. E-book – Eighty Electronic Several people dressed in various outfits, ranging from tall to short, thin to stout. In the lead are a group of middle-aged women loudly complaining about the Qin family's entrance. Two younger people stand a short distance behind them, each holding a bamboo pole. The two poles support a white cloth bearing black calligraphic characters: "Life is being trampled underfoot; severe punishment for the violent offenders." The handwriting is quite impressive—writing such dynamic, flowing characters on plain white cloth is no easy feat, typically requiring a skilled calligrapher. One can only assume it was penned by some artist who has lost their conscience, and who will surely charge a hefty fee for the brushwork. Among the incessant complaints, the most scathing is a plump woman, whose ample body weight seems to amplify her outrage. In her eyes, Qin Feng is nothing short of a villain who has committed murder and arson without mercy. Several security guards tried to mediate, but how could they possibly stand up to the irate women? Eventually, they had to bring in the property manager, who ultimately lost the confrontation to them. The manager and the security guards left looking embarrassed—there was simply no way to compete with such a crowd, especially when a physical fight broke out. Of course, they couldn't just sit by and do nothing; before departing, they had already called the police. Yet those women clearly didn't take the call seriously, as if they had already planned to escalate the situation and were eager for the police to arrive. Qin Feng remained calm and composed. As he approached, he heard the women mention the names of Wu Tianyu and Chen Si Cheng—immediately, he understood. Indeed, it was his doing that they had been killed, but where was the evidence? It was precisely because there was no solid evidence that this dramatic scene had unfolded. Otherwise, the police would have been the ones arriving, not these women. Clearly, they were trying to pressure him through persistent, stubborn resistance—someone whose peace of mind had been so consistently disrupted would eventually collapse under the strain. He had a stern face, walked up to the women shouting, "What are you doing? Why are you making such a fuss?" They didn't know Qin Feng, thinking he was a neighbor. Immediately, they explained, "The homeowner here is a murderer—he killed my nephew and my甥. Yet the police won't take any action. We can't let him go unpunished! Mr. Qin, we've come here to make your case known, so you'll understand what kind of neighbors you have. You must be careful—this person is utterly insane. My nephew and my甥 were both killed without even a single body left intact." Qin Feng gritted his teeth and said, "They deserve it." Another woman's face changed instantly. "What do you mean? What kind of person are you?" Qin Feng smiled coldly. "I'm the homeowner here—the very person you've been calling insane!" "You?" They all looked startled. The several women exchanged glances. Normally, the main person would just want to hide, never mind showing up and willingly facing the storm. After a brief moment of surprise, the women finally remembered their purpose. Having found the real target, what were they waiting for? Let’s go! In fact, among these women, only one was a distant relative of the Wu Tianfeng family; the rest had absolutely no connection to either the Wu or Chen families— they were simply there to get paid. To secure higher compensation, they worked even harder than true relatives would. “You murderer! You’re so callous— you’ll never die a good death!” “You’ve killed people yet still live in peace? How can heaven be so blind? Let a thunderbolt strike you down!” “…” Such harsh and vivid expressions—words that most people would never think of—flowed effortlessly from their mouths, enhanced by the women’s distinctive temperament, drawing a growing number of neighbors to pause and watch. “Enough!” Qin Feng roared, his voice so loud that the women flinched and their ears buzzed with the intensity. He spoke coldly, “You have half a minute to disappear from my sight. Otherwise, don’t expect any mercy from me.” The plump woman at the head of the group heard this and redoubled her energy, extending her round, ample hand and pointing at him: "You've killed someone yet still act so arrogant—do you think you're a heavenly emperor? Do you really think we're easy to intimidate?" Several people immediately surrounded him, their demeanor fierce and determined. Qin Feng smiled and spoke in a clear, resonant tone that ensured everyone could hear: "You have exactly twenty seconds left. Don't blame me if I didn't warn you." Several of the people closest to the front clearly had close ties with these women. One of them rolled up his sleeves and said: "We're here to seek justice. Since you're ready to act, then by all means—let's see how far we'll go." As soon as he finished speaking, others nearby stepped forward, hands clenched and ready to engage in a fight. The plump woman sniffed and said: "Don't rush. He only gave us half a minute. We'll simply wait through that half-minute and see what he can do..." A sharp burst of gunfire startled everyone. "Ah!" A piercing, pig-slaughtering cry rang out. Everyone turned to see the man who had just been speaking now clutching his leg and collapsing to the ground, blood continuously seeping from between his fingers. Turning to Qin Feng, they saw him holding the specially crafted pistol made by Hou Bao, with a faint plume of white smoke rising from the muzzle. "You... you've killed someone! You've killed someone!" the plump woman shouted, her voice strained. Crack... With the second shot, the woman's voice faded away—she too had been struck in the leg. When Qin Feng fired the first shot, there wasn't enough time for anyone to react. But when he fired the second, several people had already begun sprinting. Were they really going to wait and get shot? Would it really be that easy to escape? Crack, crack, crack... As the shots rang out, the several individuals who had been the most vocal all fell to the ground. Though Qin Feng hadn't delivered a fatal blow, he had ensured that each of them would suffer lifelong disabilities. Sometimes, standing up for someone requires strength—and you mustn't do anything beyond your capacity. "If someone wants to die, let them keep shouting. I'd be delighted to escort them to the afterlife," Qin Dashi said, and the several people gasping in distress immediately fell silent. At Huang Xiaozi's home, the two young maids were left utterly stunned. Previously, at Hong Mo Fortress, Qin Feng had only pointed his gun at the police officers' heads; he had never fired a shot. Today, however, he had taken down several people in succession. Wang Yujia struggled to swallow a lump in her throat. "How did Brother Qin manage to fire his gun? Injuring someone is quite serious." "Huang Xiaozi is absolutely amazing!" Huang Xiaozi's eyes sparkled with admiration—once again, the girl was falling head over heels in love. Only Fang Fei managed to remain composed. She had already experienced this situation several times and was used to it now. She simply shrugged and said, "What's so special about this? There's still something even more impressive yet." Xiao Jia, Xiao Zhi, Xiao Fei seriously tells you both: you still have time to step down. Brother Wang has done things far beyond your imagination—many of them are even things you never thought possible. "Why should I step down? Brother Wang is my hero. The way he held the gun just now was truly impressive!" Huang Xiao Zhi immediately stated her stance. Wang Yu Jia agreed: "Absolutely impressive. I'm not stepping down either."