?Reading on mobile phone Yapo and Mei Hui were chatting enthusiastically, completely forgetting about Qin Feng's promise to treat them to a dinner. When dinner time came, they went downstairs to the café across the street, each ordering a grilled ribeye steak along with a simple drink. Qin, the young man, felt quite helpless—these girls all showed great potential as strong, independent women. Indeed, Mei Hui is already a solid example of such a woman. He greatly admired the vegetable salad that he often recommended to the girls, yet showed no interest in it at all. Instead, he ordered two ribeye steaks and two baguettes for himself—otherwise, at least he’d have to settle for half-satisfaction. He was determined to treat himself to a proper meal later to make up for it. The steaks were served one after another. Yapo was the third to receive her plate. After the server placed the tray down, she didn’t immediately leave as others did, but stayed at a distance instead. The young lady didn't rush to eat; instead, she continued enjoying her vegetable salad. The server standing a little way off kept glancing toward them without realizing it. Qin Feng noticed this by chance and found himself wondering—having dined in Western restaurants many times before, he had never seen such service before. His eyes settled on Yapo's steak, which was perfectly seared, well complemented by the various sauces, and accompanied by several cauliflower florets and a half-ripened egg. It looked fine at first glance. But as he began to question it, the server approached and said in a concerned tone, "Madam, the steak will be better if it's served warm—right now it's a bit cold." "Thank you for the tip," Yapo smiled. Qin Da-shao grew more suspicious. It was no surprise that such a prompt would appear in a high-end Western restaurant, yet this restaurant clearly hadn't reached that level. Moreover, he hadn't seen any server offering such reminders to other guests since entering. After the server had left, the young woman picked up her knife and fork, ready to begin eating. "Wait," Qin Feng stopped her. "What's wrong? Is something off?" she asked, puzzled. Qin Feng stared at the steak intently and said in a serious tone, "I suspect there's something wrong. When you picked up your utensils, the server's expression relaxed—don't rush to eat. I'd like to check it out for you." As a top-tier assassin, poisoning was one of his essential skills, and he was well-versed in various deadly toxins, always carrying tools for detection. With a flip of his hand, a small creature resembling a beetle appeared on his palm. "This is called 'Little Cute.' It can detect over a dozen lethal toxins, especially synthetic ones!" "Place the beetle on the steak and press it firmly for just a few seconds—the red glow appears at the beetle's eyes." Qin Dashi said solemnly, "It's potassium cyanide. Just 80 milligrams of this poison is enough to kill." All four women widened their eyes. Roman spoke up, "The person who served just now must have been the one who poisoned it—I have a feeling something's off with him." "Now what?" Apo asked, trembling with relief. If it weren't for Qin Feng's extra alertness, she would have already eaten the steak. Potassium cyanide acts swiftly—once the lethal dose is reached, there's no time to administer emergency treatment. Qin Feng said with a cold smile, "That mysterious organization has indeed moved. Don't worry, Xiao Ya—just act as if you accidentally knocked over the steak. We'll all help you create the scene!" "Romance was puzzled, saying, "Why not simply act against that man, seize him, question him about his statements and actions, and once he reveals the whereabouts of his companions, we can then follow the trail and capture them all!" Qin, the young lord, glanced at her and scoffed, "Don't dream it. Even if we manage to capture him, we'll get no confessions—either he remains silent or he commits suicide. In either case, we'll spook the entire operation. Instead, let Shasha quietly follow him, and only then can we achieve that chain of discoveries!" The young manager couldn't help but raise her thumb in admiration, "You're truly thoughtful—my plan was far too simplistic!" After all, how could she possibly have brought one of the Four Pillars of Shengmen, the Vajra, under her command otherwise? Yapo realized this, and, acting casually, she accidentally knocked over her pan, spilling a steak directly onto the floor. "Is everything alright with Xiao Ya? Did you get any burns?" "Qin Feng immediately asked with concern, his voice neither loud nor soft, just right for the server hiding in the corner to hear. "I'm fine, just regretful about this steak—I haven't even taken a bite of it," the young woman said, looking rather disappointed. "No problem," Qin Feng smiled. "I actually ordered two servings. They'll bring one over to you shortly. That'll take care of it." "As long as you're okay, that's all that matters!" "Yes, yes, you're really kind to me!" The server exclaimed, deeply regretful—just as he was about to complete his task, it turned out that the poisoned steak had been accidentally spilled. He had been hiding inside all along and hadn't witnessed the entire incident. Could he poison all the remaining steaks? It seemed unrealistic, since the few left might already be ready for serving, and even if he rushed to the kitchen now, he might not have the chance to do so. Indeed, three servers had already arrived, each carrying a plate of steak. This clearly signaled the complete failure of the poisoning plot. With a determined resolve, he stepped toward the changing room. A few minutes later, dressed again in his business attire, he walked out of the room, glanced at the group of people feasting, and then turned to leave. Qin Feng smiled and said to the four women, "That man has gone—he's already following Sasha!" Mei Hui asked, "Who exactly are they? They even resorted to poisoning, which is truly unbearable!" "Indeed, it's quite frustrating. Don't worry—I'll bring these people one by one to justice," he told Yapo. "I'll take you all back to the office shortly. You're not to leave the office after lunch." "Understood," the young woman nodded politely. At that very moment, Shu Yajing called to share a news update: the stout man from the previous time he and Yapo had outwitted—Chang, the pig—had been unconscious in the hospital for several days. Upon waking up, he had suddenly become completely forgetful. "That can't be right," he said, "I only knocked several ribs of his during the confrontation." Qin Dashi expressed his inability to accept it, saying, "How could such a minor injury lead to unconsciousness, let alone result in someone becoming mentally incapacitated?" Shu, the police officer, replied, "The doctor was also puzzled and conducted a thorough examination, discovering that the patient had suffered a severe blow to the back of the head, with significant damage to the cerebellum..." At this point, Qin Dashi understood what had happened. Many people could knock someone senseless with a single punch—indeed, he himself was one of them. Clearly, the person who had knocked the fat pig unconscious had used a rather clumsy technique. If he were to act, he would leave no trace at all. He was certain that the fat pig's ordeal was closely connected to that mysterious organization.