A gust of wind swept away the morning breakfast. Qin Dashi finished off his meal and patted his stomach, saying, "Sixty percent full—being an elite, one must maintain a certain sense of hunger. Overeating can dull one's ability to perceive danger!" Liu Su's eyes nearly dropped to the floor. You drank a cup of soy milk, ate three oil sticks, and two thick, substantial beef patties—enough for me to last a whole week! After consuming so much, he's only feeling sixty percent full? What exactly can his stomach hold? This habit was cultivated during his training as a killer—he could eat the equivalent of three meals at once, especially after intense physical activity, since during missions, he often went days without eating and had to adapt to such conditions. The fierce battle last night had drained him significantly, and then he was summoned early this morning by He Leader—perfectly aligning with the condition of increased appetite following vigorous exertion. Liu Su looked down her nose at him, thinking that a food-loving person was hardly likely to achieve much. But she quickly realized her assumption was wrong—this person before her was simply outstanding. Indeed, there were always exceptions, and this was a truly accomplished foodie. "By the way, sister, besides what I just heard, do you have any other updates you'd like to share with me?" he asked with a cheerful smile. The beautiful senior girl was momentarily stunned. "Do you think I'm running a CIA or an FBI operation? It's already taken me a great deal of effort to uncover these mysterious figures—how could I possibly find time to investigate anything else!" Qin, the young magnate, shrugged. "I'm talking about internal matters within your Tianli Sect—things like whether the Sect's abbot has changed his attitude toward me. That's what I'd like to know. You may want to become a CIA agent, but can you really manage it?" "The beautiful senior girl said with a huff, 'Do you think I'm being looked down upon? It's not that I'm unwilling—it's just me. Otherwise, what's Central Intelligence Bureau, huh? Our master has been holding his breath and still harboring resentment toward you, constantly wishing to cut you down right now. You're not satisfied yet!' Women are just so prone to emotional fluctuations. You should learn from your brother—he's always calm and composed, even when the mountain collapses right above his head. Just as he was about to offer some advice, he suddenly noticed two traffic officers arriving. One was taking photos of his car, the other had a fine slip ready to issue a citation. 'By heaven!' he exclaimed, leaping straight from his chair and rushing out with a flurry of excitement. Liu Su, with a cute little nose wrinkled, murmured to herself, 'I thought you were someone who could remain composed. In the end, you're just as emotional—fine, fine, just fine. After all, what Qin Senior lacks most is money, and he's always got it. So why should it matter to him?" Qin Feng burst out of the breakfast shop, shouting, "Stop!" The traffic officer who was taking a photo was startled, his hands trembling so much that his digital camera tumbled to the ground, its battery and memory card both knocked out; the officer handing out the ticket also had his hand shake, the pen puncturing several sheets of paper. Both were furious—what in the world was this young man doing, shouting like this? As seasoned traffic officers, they often encountered drivers rushing in to plead for leniency, who could easily avoid fines just by saying a few kind words. But this polite request—“Stop!”—had never been heard before. Most crucially, their digital cameras were now definitely damaged. Back at the office, they’d have to explain this thoroughly, and today, they’d have to face the consequences—after all, they’d finally managed to catch a vehicle parked improperly, only to see this one suffer a major setback. Turning to look at the young man, who appeared to be in his twenties, they shouted, "What are you waiting for? Your camera’s already dropped and broken—can you really afford to pay for that?" "Qin Dashi raised an eyebrow: 'What does it have to do with me? It's all your own fault. If I'd scared you to death just now, wouldn't I have to take legal responsibility?' 'You're actually arguing back!' the traffic officer was furious, turning to his colleague. 'I already took photos—there's definitely a record on the memory card. Keep issuing fines; he's being arrogant. Let's drive him crazy!' 'Wait a minute—please take a look at this first,' Qin Feng tossed his ID over. The two officers glanced at it and immediately lowered their pride, though they weren't ready to let him go without a fight. They exchanged glances, then one of them scoffed, 'Doesn't it matter that he's a soldier? Can he just park wherever he wants?' 'Fine,' Qin Dashi said, glaring at them, 'I'm handling this case right here—how about that?' 'Why doesn't he use his military vehicle? Why does he have to drive a car with a four-person license plate?' the officer remained unmoved. Ni ma! Qin, the young officer, stood firm: "It's precisely because I'm using my personal car for official duties that I shouldn't be fined—otherwise, what's left of justice?" Their spirits sank further. Just as they were about to call it a day, a beautiful senior student stepped out, gently saying to him, "Brother, have you managed to resolve the matter? We've already wasted a lot of time waiting for dinner!" The two officers immediately turned their eyes sharply on him—this is the case you've handled. He snatched his own ID and said with a sniff, "My job is to charm women—can't I do that? If you're not satisfied, bring your own lady over—I won't even blink!" Indeed, it's the junior ones who'd feel jealous. Thus, the two officers watched helplessly as he took the beautiful student and got into the car, driving off with grace. Holding his ID, one of them smiled wistfully and said, "Man, what's going on here?" "Another one just sighed in resignation, shaking his head and saying, 'Well, let's just say we've both had a bad day today. Let's quickly pick up the camera and head back to file a formal report for public property damage—after all, they're from the Department of Defense, and we simply can't afford to challenge them!' He has his own reasoning. "If I don't do this, do you think they'll treat me with respect? That's the way it is in the Celestial Empire—those who are timid fear the bold, the bold fear the stubborn, and the stubborn fear those who are fearless. I'm so clever—how could anyone treat me with disrespect?"