Actually, with Go Zihao's capabilities, he had absolutely the opportunity to push Li Mingfei aside—or even the chandelier—before the ceiling collapsed on him. He didn't do so because, besides Li Mingfei, there were also a female server and a male dish delivery boy present. In front of so many people, it would have been unnecessary to reveal his strength. At that moment, his identity as an investment businessman required him to fully embody that role. Li Mingfei had a wound over three centimeters wide on his head, bleeding profusely. He shouted loudly to the server while simultaneously checking on his uncle's condition. The server was utterly startled. Li Mingfei was a regular guest at the hotel. Every time he came for dinner, the hotel manager and floor supervisor would specifically instruct that the guest's experience be ensured, with no mishaps allowed. Precisely because the manager and supervisors had specifically instructed that dishes ordered in the adjacent room be brought here, and that as soon as the dishes ordered by the secretary were prepared in the kitchen, they were immediately delivered to this location—regardless of who originally ordered them—everyone from the hotel manager to the supervisors from the upper and lower floors rushed over. They worked together, lifting the seriously injured Secretary Lian with great effort. A dedicated vehicle had already been prepared downstairs, and the hospital had been informed as well. Several ambulances departed simultaneously, heading to the scene at the fastest possible speed. Among the group, Gozihao stood out like a crane among chickens, with an even more powerful presence than Lian Mingfei. When Qin Feng first saw Gozihao, a subtle sense of hostility stirred within him, and almost simultaneously, Gozihao noticed Qin Feng, his eyes blazing with an unmistakable anger. Could this young man know it was me who did it? Impossible. Qin Feng knew his actions had been exceptionally discreet. Not only would a regular person fail to notice, even a cultivator of a higher rank would find it difficult to detect that it was his spiritual energy that had snapped the expansion bolts securing the chandelier. The group carrying Lian Mingfei moved swiftly, and their mutual gaze lasted no more than two seconds. "Little Qin, what are you looking at?" asked Shu, the police officer. "Nothing, really," he replied, with a gentle smile. He immediately switched to a look of mockingly humble cheer: "It's Lian Mingfei who got injured—perfect! Manman, didn't he just recently be coming trouble to our Qin Group? Now he'll have to stay in the hospital for a while. That gives us the perfect opportunity to settle matters while he's unable to move!" Roman sensed the hidden opportunity and nodded: "Exactly. With Lian Mingfei out of action, the smaller players below will lose their backbone. We can now take advantage of this moment to handle them. Don't worry, boss—I'll report to Mei General tomorrow morning and get things moving right away!" Qin, privately thinking that by the time you report to the beautiful CEO, the flowers will have wilted, will tell her himself tonight—surely, right on the bed. After a brief burst of joy, he found himself involuntarily recalling the young man who had looked directly at him. There was something about that man that made Qin Feng feel like a potential threat—there was a need to find out who he really was. In the hospital, Lian Mingfei, after stitches and bandaging, looked pale—a normal response following significant blood loss. Outside the emergency room, everyone from the hotel was sweating profusely. The party secretary had been injured when a large overhead lamp fell on him. They all knew this incident would likely leave them with bruises or worse, and they hoped the hospital side wouldn’t demand an exorbitant settlement. For an ordinary patient without any connections, a few thousand yuan for medical expenses would typically suffice. Even if the family pushed hard, the hospital would simply have to cover a bit more. But now, the person injured was the city’s top official. Even a few or several tens of thousands of yuan would be considered generous—already a great achievement. A shadow flickered at the window at the far end of the corridor. Isabella had been observing Gou Zihao for some time. His calm demeanor confirmed Qin Feng’s assessment. Even the seasoned, unyielding officer thought him exceptional. Qin Feng and the three women happily exited the hotel. Even though Ming Fei had been injured, Qin Feng felt particularly delighted—his good mood lifted the spirits of the three women as well. Though they had already eaten fairly well, they ordered several more dishes and enjoyed a hearty meal together. After leaving the hotel, he told Shu, the policewoman, "Jingjing, you go back first. I'm a bit uneasy—I'd like to check on Shasha!" "Oh," she said with concern, "be careful. I and my colleagues will be waiting for you at home!" Qin, the young magnate, felt a touch of embarrassment. His visit to Isabella had merely been an excuse—he truly wanted to see Zhou Muxi. Without first satisfying her, the young woman would certainly not be content. After the policewoman saw him drive away, she hailed a taxi and gave the driver her destination. As the taxi approached her home, she thought of her cousin who lived at the hotel and said, "Driver, turn around—let's go to XXX Hotel!" The driver was momentarily stunned but still complied with the instructions, turning the vehicle around to head to the new destination. Inside the hotel room, the two bodies were entwined, the air thick with an intensely intimate atmosphere. As Qin Feng entered, Zhou Xiaoniu—ever eager—immediately rushed toward him. She was wrapped in only a towel, completely bare inside. No formal prelude was needed; they simply lay down on the large bed and moved straight into the action. The high-pitched cries, the heavy breathing, and the sounds of their bodies colliding blended into a lively, joyful symphony. Knowing that Zhou Xiaoniu preferred a vigorous, intense approach, Qin Feng transformed himself into an ever-energetic electric motor, his powerful waist moving with relentless vigor. "Uncle Qin, I'm going to take off... oh..." Hearing this, Qin Feng further accelerated his already swift pace, intensifying the peak of Zhou Xiaoniu's experience. The young lady's passionate cries were as vibrant as a world-class soprano. Outside, Shu, the policewoman, raised her hand to press the doorbell, only to suddenly hear a high-pitched shout from inside—followed by a series of loud calls. The room's sound insulation was quite effective, so such a strong volume required her to shout fully into the lungs. She was startled—had something gone wrong with her cousin? Without hesitation, she lifted her right leg and kicked firmly at the door lock. As a criminal investigator, she had always been strong, and as a cultivator, her strength had significantly increased. With one powerful kick, she deformed the door lock, and the door swung open naturally.