?Phone reading Click… Boom… Qin Feng’s final kick landed squarely on Gu Yev’s crotch, where Gu Yev had already lost consciousness due to his limbs being broken. Eight Zero E-book This was a resounding demonstration of authority—plain, unadorned. Everyone had expected Gu Yev to win, but the outcome left them stunned. Qin Feng had only executed three simple moves to completely defeat the robust Russian, who resembled a polar bear in size and strength. Qin Feng had been careful in his approach; Gu Yev’s injuries, though severe, were all treatable. The only consequence was that once healed, Gu Yev would never be able to fight again. Everyone except Su Kui stared in disbelief—none of them could believe what they were seeing. “Yuri, what do you have to say now?” Su, the elder, looked at the stunned Yuri Semyonov with a gaze full of meaning. Yurius swallowed a lump of saliva. He had a solid understanding of Guev's combat prowess—having defeated several top-tier bodyguards with ease, capable of crushing a person's arm bones and ribs in a single bear-hug. Yet this time, he had not even managed to land a single move, being completely overwhelmed and defeated by the seemingly frail Chinese man. It was a decisive victory, with no room for resistance. Though he remained unconvinced internally, he acknowledged the reality: "Su," he said, "you've won!" "Since I've won, your people and cargo are no longer permitted to enter my territory. Should you wish to challenge that, I shall not hesitate to be ruthless," Su Kui declared, rising to walk over to Qin Feng and giving his shoulder a firm pat before smiling. "Impressive. Let's go—let's have dinner back at the hotel. I'll treat you." "Alright," said Qin, the young man, with a bright smile, "how about a few extra portions of grilled beef? The beef here is truly excellent." With a group of bodyguards flanking them, the two departed with an air of confident pride. The Russian allies were completely stunned until the Tang people finally left, when they regained their composure. One of his subordinates bowed and asked, "Boss, what should we do? Are we really going to withdraw both people and goods from Su Qui's territory? If so, we'll suffer a significant loss of revenue!" Yuris exclaimed angrily, "Hateful Su Qui! Hateful Tang allies! What are you all waiting for? Lift that useless guy, Gulyev, out of here and get him to a hospital!" Several subordinates lifted Gulyev's heavy body and carried him out of the room. "I won't believe the Tang allies are all in sync," Yuris said, shattering the wine glass in front of him. "Contact their regional managers and hand over sixty percent of the drug profits to them!" "Sixty percent?" his subordinate stared in disbelief. "Then what will we have left? Our team members will have to go hungry!" "Yuri struck him a hard blow on the head and said, 'What do you know? Only when profits are abundant will they take risks. After all, we control the supply. Once they're deep in the situation and can't pull back, we'll raise prices. Right now, offering them a 60% profit margin is merely a taste of sweetness to make them understand, doesn't it?' The subordinate, holding his head with a look of flattery, added, 'It's clear that it's your wisdom that stands out. I'll immediately take care of it. The people of Tangmen are human beings—any human being, once faced with money, can't help but be moved!' Yuri smiled faintly, with a subtle point unspoken: as long as he controls the small officials of Tangmen through drugs, in no time, he'll have their entire territory and their people as well." He gave a sharp tap and assigned another subordinate, "Get ready. Anyone who doesn't cooperate with us—eliminate them. I want the Tang people to live in constant turmoil, and at the same time, I want them to understand that cooperation brings benefits, while non-cooperation means only certain doom!" "Understood!" With vehicles surrounding him on all sides, Jia Chang Linke drove toward the ancient Su family manor. "Grandpa, it seems like a single battle should settle a major dispute. Yet I still feel this isn't reliable at all," Qin Feng said out loud, expressing his own concern. Su Kui smiled, "The fact that you have such doubts shows that you've already seen the situation clearly. This unwritten form of mutual sparring is merely a matter of face—though we all operate in the underworld, we constantly strive to present ourselves as gentlemen. As gentlemen, we shouldn't have to resort to physical altercations often. Thus, this style has naturally evolved. In most cases, the winner actually has to be even more cautious, because the loser won't accept defeat and will employ various underhanded tactics to achieve his own ends!" It seems, in Qin Dashi's impression, politics is an incredibly corrupt profession—even worse than those in the underworld. The underworld figures at least acknowledge that their work isn't a legitimate profession and uphold certain professional standards; yet these politicians? They're constantly saying empty things with their eyes open, deceiving the common people, truly embodying deceit and hypocrisy. Although the old man knew this was a dig, he still proudly declared, "Thank you for the kind words—I'll certainly not let everyone down!" By now, I'd say you truly have the potential to be a politician—just too insincere. Suddenly, a bright flash appears in the field on the right, and a rocket missile, trailing a long flame, rushes toward the convoy. Qin Feng, who was seated close to the side window, reacted immediately—he quickly lowered the glass, and his pistol materialized in his hand, firing at the rocket. Thud… thud… thud… From the trajectory of the rocket, it's clear that this is no ordinary straight-flight projectile launched by the RGP rocket launcher—it's a man-portable anti-tank missile equipped with an active guidance head. Once it locks onto a target, it tracks its movement, and as long as the target remains within its "non-escape zone," it's extremely difficult to evade. Su Kui was panicking, and everyone in the convoy was too. According to standard tactics, the missile would typically target the most critical vehicle—the extended Lincoln at the center of the convoy. Though the convoy constantly changed formations and the Lincoln swayed back and forth, attempting to break the missile's lock, these efforts proved futile—how could a vehicle possibly outpace a missile? Thud… thud… thud… Qin Feng's shooting pace quickened. In fact, he had already prepared for the worst—he had made up his mind to bring the missile into his Na Ji if all else failed.