The phone reading: Not only were the two officers stunned, but everyone else present—except for Yashi—was equally baffled. In the eyes of most people, refusing to surrender and then physically assaulting police officers was already an extreme act of defiance. Moreover, the fact that they actually hit the officers was particularly striking. People only heard the crisp sound of the police officers being slapped, without seeing the actual blows land on their faces. The officers themselves hadn’t clearly seen what happened—there was just a flash of shadow in front of them, and then they felt the impact. "Unbelievable! You dare hit police officers—now you’ve got another charge on your record!" the Deputy Inspector exclaimed, mentally cursing, "Didn’t you two have hands? When someone hits you, don’t you just defend yourselves? And you three standing there—just watching? When a colleague is attacked, don’t you step in? Take advantage of this moment when the young man is showing such aggression, and give him a good beating—beat him senseless, so he’ll never dare act so brazen again!" Several of them finally caught on and rushed toward Qin Feng together. "I advise you to think carefully before you act—don't make things harder on yourselves," Qin, the young man, coldly commanded. "Kid, you're dead today," the one who had taken a slap said, shielding his face. "You dared to fight the police? I'll give you a piece of my mind!" Crack— A document landed squarely on his face. He instinctively reached out to catch it, thinking it might be a thrown weapon, and then casually tossed it aside. Man, not even looking at the identification papers—these people are actively seeking their own demise. Crack—Crack—Thud— In just a few seconds, five police officers lay sprawled on the ground. As they fell, they knocked over a table and several chairs, and several diners ducked to the side, trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire. "Good heavens," the Deputy Inspector murmured. "I simply can't stay idle anymore. This young man really has it going on—my five officers can't even hold their own against him." Without hesitation, he drew his pistol from his waist and took a swift step forward, aiming the gun at Qin Feng at a distance of three to four meters, shouting, "Stay still, young man—otherwise I'll shoot you dead!" Many more diners were startled, some even abandoning their seats and rushing out, completely overwhelmed by the situation—how could they possibly complain about the bill now, when a single bullet might strike them directly and leave them in shock? The waitstaff, too, were too afraid to stay put—fear being a natural instinct—so they all knelt down on the floor, knowing that the restaurant wasn't their own, and that any losses would ultimately be covered by the owner. They had no need to risk their lives for a few meals. Yapo instinctively clutched Qin Feng's wrist, smiling reassuringly, "Don't worry—this police officer hasn't even engaged his safety mechanism. As long as he presses the trigger, he'll fire a bullet!" "Why don't we give it a try?" The sergeant spoke with stern authority, clearly puffing himself up—though he himself must have known perfectly well that the insurance hadn't been taken out. His gun had accompanied him for over a decade, never fired a single shot outside of target practice, mostly used just to intimidate people. Qin Feng sneered, "And next time you point that gun at someone, make sure to check behind you first!" The sergeant snarled, "Kid, do you really think I'll fall for that? I know you're agile—just as soon as I turn around, you'll knock me down in a flash. Don't worry, I won't give you that chance!" Qin, the young noble, shrugged gracefully, as did Yapo, who gave a charming, helpless shrug, conveying a sense of 'I can't help you.' The police officer, confident he'd guessed the other's intentions, was about to laugh—when suddenly, a cool object pressed against his back of the head, and before he could react, the same treatment landed on both of his temple areas. He glanced sideways, nearly having a bladder accident—there was a handgun on each side, and the thing pressing against his head was also a gun. Turning to the gunholders, he saw all of them were tall, broad-shouldered foreigners with golden hair, their faces stern—expressions typically reserved for either assassins or professional bodyguards. "Well, are you still going to hold that gun that's completely empty?" Qin Feng asked with a smile. The police officer swallowed two big mouthfuls of saliva and forced out, "Kid, you've not only arrested and assaulted officers, but you've also unlawfully threatened them with weapons. If you want to save yourself, get your people to drop their guns right now—otherwise, you'll be spending the rest of your life in prison!" The golden-haired man on his left, speaking in stiff Mandarin, said, "Police officers, we are professional bodyguards. We cleared customs through the regular procedures and have valid documentation for carrying weapons. Also, please don't link us with him—we have no connection whatsoever with him." "The police officer was so moved he could have cried—completely unrelated to this young man. So why should you stand up for him? Is it for that mythical sense of chivalry? Come on, even people from China have stopped practicing it. How could foreigners care? He didn't know that all these people were private bodyguards hired by Yashin. The police officer who had fallen to the ground, seeing the document lying beside him, thought, since he was already lying there, why not do something useful. He picked it up, opened it, and read aloud: 'Internal Defense Organization, Major Officer Qin Feng...' Internal Defense—major officer. The police officer's face lengthened instantly. Though he was only a deputy chief of a district bureau, he knew well that the Internal Defense had established an office within the Plain City Police Headquarters. They were said to be top-notch—so much so that even the commanders and political commissars of the military district dared not cross them. He realized he had kicked solidly into a steel plate, stared at his fat, still-confused younger brother, and was nearly ready to bury him under complaints—how could he possibly have found such a troublesome situation for me? Since the special task force arrived, at least several dozen police officers in the plain city have been beaten, and the military district has seen two commanders replaced. As for the soldiers who've taken a beating, the number is even greater. The five officers who had been beaten finally regained their composure, now understanding why they were so assertive—why hadn't they glanced at the officers' ID badges earlier? If they had, this confrontation might have been avoided entirely. His brother's forehead had even been struck by a gun barrel, and if it weren't for the two waiters supporting him, he would have fallen to the ground. "Officer, now may we have a proper conversation?" "Qin Feng said with evident intention, "Why did I have to hit that fat pig? You haven't asked me that yet. As a police officer representing justice, don't you even know this basic common sense? Now, just you—this fat pig—tell me yourself!" The fat pig felt a warmth spreading in his crotch and quickly added, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have teased that beautiful woman. I was completely distracted by my own attraction, which is why this gentleman kicked me!"