?Reading on mobile phone Yaspo was quite displeased with the pig farmer, yet her good manners ensured she remained polite, saying, "Sir, I don't know you. Could you please make way? My friend is still waiting for me!" Of course, the pig farmer wasn't about to give up easily. Y smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, your Chinese is truly excellent. I'm sure you're familiar with the saying 'first time you meet, you're strangers; second time, you become friends,' right? Friends begin as strangers, don't they?" Yaspo showed her irritation, responding, "Sir, please make way. I have absolutely no interest in becoming friends with you. I've already said that my friend is waiting for me. If you don't move, I'll have to call for help!" "The fat pig chuckled, 'Madam, haven't you forgotten that I'm the owner of this restaurant—the master of this little plot of land? Everyone you've summoned is actually under my employ. How can I possibly hold you to your demands and treat you like a stranger? In our country, we often say, 'The more friends you have, the more paths open up for you.' I'm sure you can see that I'm genuinely well-off. If you're willing, I can support you—how much would you like to charge per month? Set your own price!' 'Give me a clear path, please,' said Yapo, furious. 'You're beautiful, yes, but does that mean you're to be supported all your life? Besides, you're the daughter of a world-renowned tycoon, the sole heir to a fortune in excess of a thousand billion dollars—can you really afford to support me?' Seeing her truly incensed, the fat pig blushed and smiled apologetically, 'Please don't be angry. Let's just say I never said anything at all. Madam, take your time—please!' He then shifted his body, clearing a narrow passage." Yashe furrowed her brow, realizing that if she had to pass through this narrow corridor, she would inevitably be at a disadvantage. At that moment, Qin Feng's voice came through: "Little Ya, why haven't you come out yet? Are you feeling unwell?" "Feng, I'm coming right out," she replied. The plump one drew in his belly, slightly widening the passage, and smirked disdainfully. "Miss, why aren't you moving yet? Don't you intend to pass through? I have to go inside, hehe!" Qin Feng stepped forward to the end of the corridor and barked, "Plump one, clear the way!" The plump one turned angrily. "You call me plump? Are you getting impatient?" Gosh, Qin Feng kicked him hard—his body, weighing over two hundred pounds, launched into the air, soared over Yashe's head, and landed straight into the men's restroom, shattering several toilets in the process. Several of his ribs were broken, and the pain left him too weak to cry out, only managing heavy, labored breaths. "Xiao Ya, how are you?" He asked with concern. "I'm fine, Feng—you came just in time," she smiled, naturally taking his arm as she walked over. "That big guy claims to be the owner here. Did you knock him over? Won't that cause any trouble?" "Nonsense, brother," Qin Feng said with pride. "To bother my girls is already a compliment. He only got lucky to take just one foot to the chest. What about the owner? Can he really act like he's untouchable? Let's go outside and continue eating. As long as he doesn't come bothering us, that's fine. If he dares, I'll make sure he doesn't leave with anything but his dignity!" The young woman was deeply impressed by his confidence, and without a hint of fear said, "With you here, I'm fearless. Let's go eat!" It took a long time before the fat man finally managed to crawl up from the ground, calling out for a server with a strained voice. The thin server supported him for just a few steps before he grew winded and gasped for breath. He angrily pulled out his phone, dialing both the police and emergency medical services, muttering under his breath, "Dare you dare to hit me? Are you going crazy? If you don't end up in prison for six months and pay me ten thousand yuan, I'll never call myself Zhang again!" He specifically instructed the staff outside not to let the guests at the outside table settle their bill, insisting they be kept there until the police arrived. The server rushed out from the inner room, pointing toward Qin Feng a few meters away and said, "The one who caused the injury is him—he kicked our manager right in the chest!" The Deputy Inspector snapped his fingers, "Young man, you've got some nerve! To commit violent assault right in my jurisdiction—seize him right now, take him away, and interrogate him thoroughly!" At that moment, the pig, supported by two strong servers, stepped forward, gasping for breath and said, "Brother, you've come! I've broken several ribs—please step in and defend me!" The inspector waved his hand, "Don't matter if you're my cousin or not—even if you're a complete stranger, as a police officer I'll see this through. You can rest assured: violent assault will definitely be punished severely!" "Yes, he'll also have to pay me for medical expenses, lost wages, and mental distress—there are several such items," the pig listed them off one after another, as if he were familiar with them all. It seemed he had a history of being unkind, and it was unlikely that a serious, upright person would be able to recall and articulate all these details at once. "Don't worry, he's not getting away with it—given how badly you're injured, you're certainly entitled to compensation," the Inspector smiled. Within just a few exchanges, the two officers had firmly established Qin as the culprit; their unconcerned, matter-of-fact demeanor was genuinely off-putting. Guests around the restaurant were murmuring among themselves. Some believed the issue stemmed from the influence of the beautiful foreign woman—what a pity, they thought, that such a striking lady should be drawn into the fray. They hoped she wouldn't be personally implicated. The two officers approached. One produced handcuffs, while the other said, "Sir, would you please come with us?" "What if I don't go with you?" Qin replied with a sniff, then calmly placed his chopsticks down. To be honest, there hadn't been many police officers in Pingyang City who had taken a beating from him—yet these people simply seemed to lack the foresight. It was said that traffic officers would print out specific license plate numbers and make it a point to memorize them, so as not to encounter someone they couldn't afford to offend. You cops ought to learn from the traffic officers—always carry a photo of the guy, and never get within twenty meters of him unless you absolutely have to; otherwise, you’ll bear the consequences. Clearly, neither of these two officers recognized him, not even the bustling Second Inspector who was all talk. They exchanged a glance, one of them coldly remarked, “Kid, I’m telling you now—don’t try to be heroic, don’t show off, don’t act like you’re above us. We’ve got tricks up our sleeves for dealing with people who refuse to surrender. Don’t regret it later!” “Really?” Qin Feng stood up, slapped both of them hard on the faces, shouting, “Don’t even take a moment to look at yourselves and ask who you are! How dare you threaten me like this?”