The table was filled with delicious dishes, and the two women were so immersed in their eating that they barely cared about their appearance—seeming to feel like they’d be shortchanged if they didn’t finish every bite. Qin Feng, on the other hand, kept drinking red wine without pause, and within no time at all, he had finished off nearly an entire bottle of Lafite. It’s no surprise that eating what others offer feels so satisfying—everyone present had experienced this firsthand. Halfway through the meal, the door was pushed open from the outside. First to appear was the server who had brought the wine earlier, smiling warmly and saying to the two women, “I’m glad you’re both pleased with the red wine—Mr. Han has specifically come to check in on you.” Mr. Han carried a smile he believed would charm any woman, but when he saw that neither of the two women had even picked up a wine glass, his expression fell into deep disappointment. The women were so focused on their food that they only made Qin Feng more heartbroken, and naturally, they paid no attention to the wine that had been brought to them. Whether it was the server or Mr. Han, they both chose to ignore Mr. Qin's presence—what mattered to them were only Ms. He and Ms. Shu. "The wine is quite good," Mr. Qin deliberately hummed. "Thank you, sir—your generosity is truly admirable. Still, I have a suggestion: next time you invite someone to drink, it would be wise to first find out what they prefer. Fortunately, I still have a bit of interest in red wine; otherwise, I’d simply send it back untouched, which would be quite embarrassing." Mr. Han thought to himself: How I wish you’d send it back to me! A bottle worth several tens of thousands—do you think my money blows in the wind? Since neither of the two women had tasted the wine served by Mr. Qin, they naturally didn’t feel the need to acknowledge him. This outcome left Mr. Han deeply frustrated, convinced that the two women had already reached a mutual agreement with that young man to become his long-term companions—otherwise, how could they possibly ignore him so completely? Generally, the girls in a "cared-for" relationship are expected not to look at other men—this forms the foundation of the cooperative bond between both parties. The more strictly this rule is enforced, the more stimulated he feels. In fact, he hasn't been shy about seducing other people's lovers before. His greatest pride comes from successfully winning over his father's longtime mistress—not only did he experience the thrill, but he also received praise from his mother for contributing to family harmony. Therefore, he absolutely won't give up so easily. Han Shao opened the conversation directly, extending three fingers and saying to the two women, "Ladies, if you're willing to follow me, I'll triple the terms he has proposed." All three were momentarily stunned—what did that mean? Han Shao thought he had completely amazed them with such a bold move—tripling the offer wasn't something most people could manage. Believing he had secured the victory, he smiled and encouraged the two women, "Don't hesitate—come with me." "Only then did the two of them realize what was going on. Qin Feng stepped forward, firm and serious, asking, "So, what exactly do you want?" Han, glanced at him and sneered, "Brother, you're not going to make it. You think you're being short-changed, right? No matter. I'll just cover the meal cost—consider it my compensation for having your two girls. That should settle it, shouldn't it?" Good luck! You're daring to play games with your superior and subordinate—do you really think you're still going to make it? Without waiting for either of the two beautiful women to respond, he kicked Han right out, then pointed directly at the server and shouted, "You! Get out of here—get as far as you can! If you come back and start making a fuss, I'll kill you!" The server was terrified, nearly running in place. This was a high-end restaurant—never had they seen such a full-blown brawl before. To be kicked out with one foot was no joke. As for Han, he lay sprawled on the corridor, hands clutching his stomach, trying hard to suppress his cries, only managing to breathe heavily. The server rushed over, supporting him while saying, "That young man was absolutely furious! Mr. Han, are you all right? He must have swallowed his pride—he dared to physically confront you. He's definitely in for it now." Mr. Han stood up, gritting his teeth, and replied, "He's definitely in for it. I'm going to call my mother right away and have her send the police." On hearing that his son had been attacked at a restaurant, the mother of the district chief was instantly furious and personally called the deputy bureau director, asking him to send people to severely punish the assailant. A group of fifteen police officers arrived at Wu Yue Lounge in three vehicles, siren blaring. The kick韩少 received was quite forceful, and he still hadn't recovered yet, sitting pale on the sofa. Since the director was on duty, he personally came with his team. As soon as he saw Hàn Shao, he immediately rushed over to inquire after his well-being, saying warmly, "How are you, Xiao Han? Who could have done such a thing—so severe? Is there still justice in this world? Don't worry, Director Shen will definitely make the perpetrators pay." Hán Shao expressed his gratitude, saying, "Director Shen, thank you so much. Once you've brought the perpetrators to justice, I'll treat you and your family to dinner." "Please don't be so formal—this is exactly what Director Shen should do," the director replied with a straight-faced expression, then waved his hand and commanded, "You guys—go in and arrest them!" Are you the server, right? Go ahead and recount what just happened—be as honest as possible. The server has to be quite perceptive; in this situation, telling the straightforward truth would require embellishing it. At the very least, the account should sound like deliberate malice, otherwise how could they possibly hold up their end to the situation in front of Han Shao? Several police officers, holding handcuffs, arrived on the second floor with strong determination. The three guests had finished most of their meals, and the two women were now serving dishes much more slowly than before. "That man just now seemed to have some connections," said He Muqing, with a sniff. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so arrogantly." Qin Feng replied indifferently, "We're people with connections too—what's there to fear?" The policewoman added, "I'd bet he's already called someone—he's either a street gang member or a police officer, right?" "Is there any difference?" Qin Feng and He Muqing said in unison. Shu Jinghua was relieved to have left the police force. She never imagined before that police officers had such poor relations outside the office—they were even on par with street toughs. Thud… The door was kicked open, and the mystery was revealed—there stood the police. More arrogant than the street toughs. No matter how much they were angry or eager to make an impression, they couldn’t take out their frustration on the property of the Wu Yue Club. What kind of manners! “Who hit the man? Young man, isn’t it you?” the lead officer demanded sternly. Didn’t that need saying? The only man in the room was Qin Feng.