Can't you be called a beast just for reading on your phone? Even Isabel, the foreigner, has mentioned it several times already—let alone Fang Fang and Mei Hui. Especially Fang Fang, who is close friends with her sister Fang Fei. Qin Feng's treatment of Huang Xiao Niu is equivalent to attacking her sister, so she has strongly criticized him in a formal and principled manner. Qin, the young lord, sits quietly on the sofa, waiting until the three women have fully vented their frustrations before offering his defense: "Well, things have already taken this turn—can we pretend nothing ever happened? After all, in ancient times, marriages between men and women were arranged at a very young age, and the Chinese civilization has thrived for thousands of years. What's there to be surprised about?" Mei Hui gives a dismissive hum and turns away, no longer looking at him. Isabel never really cared much about it—she merely felt that, as the group had just formed a united front, it would be inappropriate not to support her sisters, so she joined the criticism. Fang Fang thought a lot—what if this guy one day lost his cool and took his sister, Fang Fei, as well? Then what would she do? Qin, the young magnate, added, “As for Xiao Zhi’s health, you don’t need to worry at all. Just like you two, she’s now a cultivator too. Don’t slack off, or else she’ll overtake you—think of how you’ll face your little sister then.” “Pah, how could I ever be surpassed by such a young girl?” Mei Hui was confident. Fang Fang grabbed his collar firmly: “No matter what, Xiao Zhi is still young. Doing too many things might only harm her physical development.” He replied softly, “She spends most of her days at school—so you don’t have to worry about that.” Given his relatively good attitude, the three women decided to let him off this time, but if he ever repeated such behavior again, they’d handle it strictly. … The next morning, Shu, the young policewoman, entered Director He’s office, her eyes red with fatigue. What the leader was concerned about asked, "What's wrong? Did you sleep well last night?" Shu Jing opened the door straightaway: "Last night, there was a major clash on the black-market scene in Pinglu City. The forces under the Shengmen leadership were decisively defeated and nearly completely driven out of the city." The leader stared at her for several seconds before asking, "Was it Chen Hu and Chen Bao who defeated them?" "Leader, you already knew this?" Shu Jing was surprised. "How rare," said He Muqing, speaking with a calm tone. "Those two boys were actually backed by Qin Feng. If it weren't for Qin's support behind them, Chen's two underperforming brothers would have been swallowed up by Shengmen long ago." Shu Yajing slapped the table with a palm: "Qin, you've once again ruined my plans—there's no way I'm letting you off this time!" The leader remained puzzled—hadn't she previously been crying and pleading to marry into that family, hoping to become a cultivator herself? How could it be that in just a moment, he was suddenly turned into an enemy again? Shu, the policewoman, explained that after keeping a close watch on Shengmen for so long, she had finally gathered some solid evidence and had spent considerable time and effort setting up her case—only to have everything thrown into disarray by a sudden turf war among the underworld factions. "That young man has to compensate me for my losses," she said, sounding quite frustrated. He Mengqing finally understood that this policewoman intended to use this incident as a means to extract benefits from Qin Feng. "What do you expect him to do?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "How many times do you need him to sleep with you before you forgive him?" The policewoman replied without hesitation: "At least three times—no, three times isn't enough. Wait, what did the leader say—sleeping together? That's wrong! I mean, he has to accompany me to three of my Mercedes-Benz luggage boxes before I'll forgive him. Don't even think about it!" The leader glanced at her with a look of disbelief, thinking: "Whether I think of it or not, it all depends on your attitude." Setting aside everything else, He Muqing grasped the key point and said, "Since the birth gate has almost been rendered useless, why wait any longer? Let's just go ahead and take over the network directly." Shu Jiahua nodded her head. "Got it. I'll arrange it right away. We shouldn't be too late now—definitely going to catch several big fish." She turned to leave. As she was about to reach the door, He Muqing called her back and asked, "Have you truly verified everything?" "Of course!" Shu Jiahua didn't understand why she was asking this—wasn't she trusting her? He Muqing waved her hand. "I'm not asking about the birth gate. I'm referring to something else." "What?" Shu Yajing was even more puzzled. The leader stomped her foot. "Of course—can Qin Feng enable people to become cultivators? You haven't been following his two girlfriends closely?" Shu Jiahua suddenly realized and smiled brightly. "Director, are you thinking of making a move yourself? Since we're all on the same page, I won't hold back—yes, he truly has that ability. There's Hehe, if the leader has any more questions, please go ahead and ask. The leader blushed slightly, pretending to be annoyed: "I'm just curious. I didn't think you'd expect me to go all out and offer my services for free. Don't worry—I won't be competing with you at all." Her words fell short of her intentions. Shu, the young officer, deliberately said, "That's wonderful. With one less competitor, my chances of success have doubled. This is exactly what you said yourself—no backing out now!" With that, she smiled and walked off. ... The Shengmen has been facing a series of setbacks, drawing significant attention from senior management. On the surface, Mr. Lei appears to be the head of Shengmen, fully responsible for managing all internal affairs. In reality, however, he serves only as a spokesperson. The real power behind the scenes—personally steering the course of Shengmen—has remained hidden, operating from the shadows. In short, should any problems arise at Shengmen, Mr. Lei will inevitably bear the brunt of the criticism. Recently, the upper levels had expressed growing dissatisfaction, making several phone calls to reprimand him, and Mr. Lei had even pledged with great conviction that he would resolve all the issues. Yet, the final outcome was that the problems kept multiplying—so much so that Mr. Lei himself was now seen as incompetent, and the upper-level officials felt it was time for them to step in personally to address the situation. Mr. Lei stood respectfully with his hands folded, facing an elderly man in his early sixties, with gray-white hair and a round, smooth face almost free of wrinkles. This man was the true head of the organization, known as Mr. Hong. After reviewing the financial statements and the summaries of each failed mission, Mr. Hong's brows grew increasingly furrowed, until they were nearly knotted. Simply the costs for condolence payments following mission failures and the expenses for hiring hitmen had already surpassed 700 million yuan, while revenue had declined by several percentage points compared to the same period last year—clearly, the organization was operating at a loss. Mr. Hong slammed his hand hard on the table, shouting, "Li Zi, what is your position? Can you believe you're presenting me with such accounting details?" Mr. Li sneered, "It was your initiative to review this, not something I forced upon you." Mr. Hong was furious—no one dared challenge him at the entrance gate. You're now actively seeking your own demise. Then, don't expect me to honor our decades of friendship. He didn't notice that in Mr. Li's seemingly respectful gaze, there shimmered an eerie green glow.