The more Su Kui avoided introducing Qin Feng to Yu Lius Golden, the more eager Yu Lius Golden became to learn about Su Kui's true identity. He gestured toward the two women seated in the distance, and immediately, both women moved their long, snow-white legs gracefully toward the sofa, settling themselves on either side of Qin Feng. "Grandfather, they've come right to me," he said with a cheerful smile. "What should I do now?" "Since they've come all the way to you, why not enjoy the moment?" the elder replied, giving him a withering look, thinking to himself—your hands are already on their chests, so why are you still asking me?" The two women's real intention was to gather information about Qin Feng's background. Yet Qin, the young lord, deliberately pretended not to speak European languages, always delivering his words in clear, precise Mandarin, which left the women utterly baffled. They were simply a bit taller and had fuller busts, but otherwise, they were hardly distinguishable from typical Chinese women. As for the several exquisite women sitting beside Qin Feng, they were simply incomparable. "Yuri, your people always find trouble on my turf. Isn't that a bit excessive?" Su Kui opened the door straightaway, squarely shifting the blame onto the Russian faction. Yuri Sin remained completely calm. "Who could blame you, dear Su, for not allowing my people to sell their ecstasy? You're free not to engage in drug business—what's yours is your choice. But you can't simply prevent others from doing so. After all, everyone profits. You Chinese often say harmony brings prosperity. How about this: you provide the venue, I handle the supply and sales, and we split the profits 30-70?" "Thirty to seventy? Who gets the thirty and who the seventy?" Su Kui asked with a smile. "Of course, you get thirty, I get seventy. You only offer the venue. After all, the drug business—from procurement through transportation to distribution—carries significant risks throughout the entire process. The bulk of the profit naturally belongs to me." "Yurijs Kin lifted his cup and said, 'You don't have to do a single thing and still earn a 30% profit—how rare is that? I'm only reaching out to you because of our personal relationship!' Su Kui gave a cold smile. 'Then I must thank you, right? If I wanted to sell drugs and make money, I could do it myself and take the full 100% profit—would I settle for just 30%? Honestly, I've worked in all sorts of businesses, but I've never touched drugs. Not only do I and my people avoid them, but any drugs that appear on my turf are immediately destroyed. Anyone who dares to sell drugs at my venue will be left crippled!' Yurijs Kin's face darkened. 'Su, why be so firm? Who has an enemy of money? I know you love philanthropy, but without funds, what would you give away?' 'Each person has his own aspirations,' Su Kui said with conviction. 'I've said I won't deal in drugs, and that's exactly what I'll stick to.' 'Really?' "Yuri clapped his hands excitedly and said, 'My dear Su, you'd better reconsider—otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety with the Tangren Clan!' Su Kui wasn't easily frightened either; he'd long been accustomed to such threats. 'What's your move? Go ahead and make it—I'm ready, Yuri,' Su said. 'I remember that disputes between clans can often be settled in another way. Didn't you forget?' Yuri laughed heartily. 'I'm no stranger to the business of dealing with people. Since the head of the Tangren Clan wishes to settle things directly, I'm delighted to have the chance. Now, Geyev, it's your turn!' A man of bear-like build stepped forward, his weight clearly exceeding 200 kilograms and his height surpassing two meters. With a full beard covering his square face, he projected a strong, imposing presence. When disputes arise among the factions, they don't always resort to full-scale battles, as such confrontations tend to damage relationships and generate further conflicts, ultimately harming both parties' interests. Therefore, there's a well-established practice whereby each faction sends a top-tier representative to engage in sparring. The winner gains influence and authority, while the loser must abide by the winner's recommendations. All four major factions have cultivated numerous elite practitioners specifically to handle such sparring engagements. During these exchanges, bloodshed is common—sometimes resulting in serious injuries or even fatalities. Without even needing to speak, Qin Feng had already risen to his feet. Compared to the tall Russian, Qin, the young heir, appeared childlike: his waist was barely as thick as the Russian's thigh, and his thigh was thinner than the Russian's arm. "Ha ha ha, dear Su—are you kidding me? I thought the Tangmen faction had sent out every last person, and now they've sent a thin, frail one to fight. You're deliberately giving me the floor, aren't you?" Yuris Kin spoke with scorn. A spark of fervor ignited in Gu Yefu's eyes. He shifted his massive frame, raising his right fist to deliver a blow—he believed only one punch would be enough to knock out this agile, technically skilled opponent. Hmph. As Gu Yefu's fist approached, Qin Feng remained calm, effortlessly sweeping out with a gentle palm. Thwack—Gu Yefu's powerful fist was deflected aside. He quickly followed up with his other arm. Qin Feng again moved with the same ease, this time delivering a simple, unhurried punch. The two fists, differing in size by several multiples, collided—on the surface, Gu Yefu appeared to have the clear advantage. Yet the result left everyone stunned. Gu Yefu's large fist was suddenly yanked backward, his face a mix of astonishment and pain. Qin Feng's seemingly ordinary punch carried immense force. Seizing the moment, Qin, the young lord, advanced two steps and landed a solid blow on Gu Yefu's abdomen. What amazed everyone even more was that Guiev, weighing over 200 kilograms, was sent flying, his body crashing heavily into the opposite wall. Several women screamed, huddled tightly together, afraid they too would be caught in the crossfire. Qin Feng did not stop. Instead, he walked toward Guiev, who was struggling, and smiled, saying, "You wanted to break my limbs, didn't you? Very well, then—I'll reluctantly break your five limbs!" With that, he stepped down on Guiev's right arm, and a crisp crack echoed as the bone broke.