?Mobile reading According to proper etiquette, upon arrival, one should first inquire about the patient's condition—this is truly the decent thing to do. However, given the behavior of the two stout parents, Qin Daxiao has decided not to follow this course. Instead, he pats his sister-in-law Fang Fei on the head and says, "With your brother-in-law here, no one will dare to treat you unfairly!" "Indeed, your brother-in-law is the best," Fang Xiao Niu replies. She had never been intimidated by the stout couple, and Qin Feng's arrival only strengthened her confidence. "Indeed, there's a saying that 'the character of the parents shapes the character of the children'—and this couldn't be more true," the woman with a broad, sturdy face remarks, sniffing. "It's no wonder they've been so arrogant—turns out, they have an even more arrogant brother-in-law!" Qin Feng glances at her, countering firmly, "Your first statement was quite sound; the second one, however, falls flat. With parents like yours, it's no surprise that their son isn't much better!" He then turns to the plump man and asks, "Are The plump boy stiffened and snapped, "I just wanted to say a few words to her. How could she think I'm just a transfer student and therefore easy to handle?" Fang Fei countered, "Say it again! You've been constantly bothering me, boasting about wanting to take me out for a room, even touching me—so I ended up hitting you!" The boy turned crimson, clearly touched by Fang Fei's pointed remarks. The stout woman immediately pointed at her and said, "You're completely wrong! My son is well-known throughout the school for being a model student. How could he say such things? You, a dead fool, hit someone and then refuse to admit it—now you're making things up! See how I'll handle you!" The slim headteacher, barely able to keep the situation under control, had just managed to calm the male student when the female one had already stormed past. As for his wife, the stout man had no worries—when it came to tantrums or fights, few could stand up to her. Even when facing a man, she had never come out unscathed. Just as the woman raised her hand, still undecided whether to hit the man or the woman, Qin, the young nobleman, kicked off with a powerful stride. Thud— With a body weighing over 180 pounds, the woman launched into the air and, in a moment that even she couldn't believe, crashed heavily against the opposite wall, then fell to the ground with a deep, resonant *thump*. Only then did Qin calmly lower his foot and say, “My brother doesn’t particularly like to hit women. But when it comes to those who are only female in gender—otherwise, they simply don’t measure up as women—then it’s truly exhilarating!” “Exactly! If it weren’t for her wearing a sable coat and applying lipstick, I’d have thought she was a man myself,” Fang Fei agreed. The plump man was furious: “For heaven’s sake! You dare to hit my wife? I’m going to fight you to the death!” Well, then, I’ll be waiting for you. Come on over, then. As for the man himself, he was being tightly held by the headmaster. In truth, given their own sturdiness, only a gentle Yet the outcome was so dramatic—he simply couldn't break free. This revealed a key point: it was intentional. Though this older brother seemed plump, even possibly fatty inside his skull, he was far from dull. From the single kick Qin Feng delivered earlier, he had clearly judged that even if he charged forward, it would be in vain—his vigorous wife wasn't enough to stand a chance, and his own well-fed, comfortable self would only suffer defeat. Why would a fool charge in with that knowledge? The younger man, the plump one, was now utterly stunned, staring blankly at his mother on the ground. The woman was in agony. Qin Da-Shao's kick had been precisely calculated—enough to send her flying, yet not strong enough to knock her out. If she lost consciousness, the drama that followed would lose all its appeal. Qin Feng couldn't miss the subtle strategies playing out in his opponent's mind; he regarded him with utter contempt. Then, turning to his sister-in-law, he asked, "Has that fat man been bothering you?" "Fang Fei said with an air of pride, 'He just placed his right hand on my shoulder, and I immediately gave him a punch—then started pummeling him!' Qin Feng interrupted, 'Which hand was on your shoulder?' Fang Fei was taken aback and replied, 'The right one!' Qin, the young man, told her, 'From now on, remember—whenever anyone dares to make a move on you, a single round of punches won't be enough. If their hand won't stay still, break it. If their foot won't stay put, I'll break their leg!' With that, he took a swift step forward, lifted his foot, and kicked the plump man to the ground, ignoring his agonizing cries and shouting, 'Next time, watch your step. If you dare to make a move on my sister, you're dead!' He then raised his foot again and firmly stepped down on the small man's right forearm. Crack! A sharp, crisp sound. The man's right arm bent into a terrifying angle—his arm was now completely disabled. The man screamed, 'I'm going to fight you to the end!' "The fire had reached the son, and of course he could no longer remain composed. He pushed the headmaster aside, who had been holding him, and charged at Qin Feng with outstretched fists. Clearly someone who had never fought before—no matter how powerful his arms, his legs couldn't match the impact. *Thud*... He didn't even stumble; instead, he was knocked to the ground. Seeing that both the family and the woman had been struck, she pulled out her phone and said, "Hey, Mengzi, get a team over immediately—bring reinforcements. What else can we do? Cut people down!" The man also produced his phone and said, "Lu Director, our entire family has been attacked. Please send people over right away—right here at XXX High School!" To Qin Feng, this behavior—calling for help when one can't fight—was deeply embarrassing. One should endure the struggle and swallow one's pride; if the reinforcements could help avenge the injury, that would be acceptable. But if they couldn't, wouldn't that also burden the very people they were calling upon? The head of the academic administration hadn't expected things to unfold this way. His first move was to pick up the phone: "Headmaster, something's gone wrong—major trouble! You'd better come over right away—we can't explain it clearly over the phone!" He now regretted having done so. If only he'd known that both students' parents preferred to settle matters with fists, he could have simply notified them, offered some internal criticism, and brushed the issue under the rug. The headmaster's expression changed immediately. He had heard of that incident—how could he have ended up involving this living ancestor of his?