Qin Feng returned to the banquet hall with a carefree air, giving Hagris a challenging glance. Hagris felt a sudden jolt in his chest. He had clearly instructed his staff to pressure Qin Feng, yet Qin Feng appeared completely composed—what about his staff? With growing suspicion, he stood up and walked toward the corridor, where he immediately spotted his staff member unconscious. "Wake up! Wake up! What happened?" he shook his staff member's face. After a few seconds, the staff member opened his eyes, trembling in fear and shouting, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll never dare again! I'll never dare again!" His eyes were filled with terror—clearly, he had lost his wits entirely. Hagris pushed him aside and shouted, "A useless thing! You can't even handle a thin Chinese man, let alone be scared senseless—how can I have a subordinate like you? Bring someone to take him out!" Though angry, he clearly recognized that Qin Feng wasn't easy to manage, and immediately adjusted his original plan. The wine reception continued. After the host delivered a long, rather unpleasant speech, the ballroom was announced. Couples embraced and entered the dance floor, moving gracefully to the music. "Hey, let's dance," Qin the Young invited Su Wu. "You've shown absolutely no interest in dancing," Su Wu replied, giving him a withering look. Qin Feng then used a series of motivational tactics: "Are you really completely incapable of dancing? Then you truly fall short of your name. In my opinion, you should just change it altogether!" "Who says I can't? I'll dance—I'm not afraid!" The young woman seized his hand and together they stepped into the ballroom. Qin Feng chuckled, holding her small hand with one hand while gently encircling her slender waist with the other, their faces mere twenty centimeters apart—clearly feeling each other’s breath. Su Wu maintained her proud expression, and soon they matched the rhythm of the music. To be honest, she danced beautifully—every step and movement was precise and well-executed. With Qin Feng’s seamless coordination, the two quickly emerged as rulers of the dance floor, earning spontaneous nods and applause from both those present and the spectators nearby. Hargris sat in the corner, his handsome face nearly contorted. In his eyes, only he was worthy to match Su Wu, a fellow Black Generation member, and he urgently needed to leverage her connections with the Tang Dynasty faction behind her to solidify his newly secured position as leader. Thus, he had to win her over. Moreover, everyone knows that Su Kui has only one daughter, and given the traditional Chinese values, once he grows older, he will surely entrust the management of the clan’s affairs to either his daughter or his son-in-law. If he could become the son-in-law of the Su family, and since he himself is already the leading figure of the largest guild in Europe, he would undoubtedly be the natural choice—eventually wielding control over two major guilds, which would be nothing short of magnificent. Since Su Wu first appeared in the European elite circles, Hargris has been pursuing her through various means—invitations to dinners, gifts of luxury items, and so on—yet he has never succeeded. As Su Wu herself put it, "You have everything I have; what do I need with all these so-called gifts?" Yet the more she remains unyielding, the more Hargris desires her, and over time, this longing grows stronger. Most critically, the Mafia has been suffering from severe internal struggles, with many who remain dissatisfied纷纷 stepping up to challenge him in various ways, leaving him overwhelmed and desperately in need of external support. While there are numerous external forces, the only one he can truly trust is the Tang People's Association, whose guiding philosophy is Confucianism—any other alliance would be tantamount to inviting wolves into his fold. "Ah, yes," Martha nodded thoughtfully. "Then let's go." Su Wu agreed without hesitation, just about to take a step away when Qin Feng cleared his throat and said, "What are you going to do? I'm coming with you—I need to provide close protection!" Su Wu gave him a withering look and huffed, "Miss, I'm going to a women's lingerie exhibition—do you really think men are welcome there?" "This is a wine reception, isn't it? And now you're telling me there's a lingerie exhibition? You're pulling a stunt, aren't you? Please, come up with something more believable." Qin Feng replied. Su, the young lady, studied him from head to toe and said, "You call yourself a country bumpkin, and yet you won't admit it. Can't a wine reception have other activities? How many society matrons and wealthy young ladies are there here? Have you counted them? Besides lingerie exhibitions, there are also showcases for luxury handbags, premium cosmetics, and perfumes—those are all perfectly normal. Don't you know how savvy European businesspeople are? They know exactly who brings in the most profit and which occasions yield the best returns!" "Nima, have you ever seen someone so talented and well-off, a true country boy? Though I haven't quite reached the level of a wealthy magnate, I certainly don't fall short of being a mere country bumpkin. Qin Da-Shao said nothing, merely making a reluctant gesture of invitation. Su Wu raised her chin and then walked off with Marsa, chatting and laughing the whole way. Qin Feng took a glass of red wine from the envoy, using the act of drinking to subtly glance toward Hargris. It seemed Hargris was waiting for an important update—he held both hands tightly, sat upright on the sofa, his body straight, eyes fixed on the dance floor, yet his gaze didn't land on the dancers. A few minutes passed, and then the woman named Marsa appeared at the end of the corridor, giving Hargris a clear 'OK' signal. Qin Feng started to wonder—didn't Marsa just accompany Su Wu to the lingerie exhibition? How come she came out alone, and was now signaling to someone else? From his conversations with Su Wu and several of her friends, he learned that Hagros had been steadily pursuing Su Xiao Nu. Could this have been a deliberate scheme aimed specifically at Su Wu? Now looking at Hagros, his face radiates genuine joy. He lifts a glass he had long ignored, clinks it repeatedly with those beside him, and drinks it down with ease. That doesn't seem right—the sense of a conspiracy is growing stronger. He quickly moves to the back, and after a few inquiries, learns that there was actually no lingerie exhibition at all—this was simply a pure wine reception, with no sponsors secured by the organizers.