Although the old man was groaning in pain, he felt much more at ease thinking about how Qin Feng would be even worse off. Moreover, his grandson had already set a price—once the fight started, that price could only go up, never down. Even if the old man ended up getting half of it, he’d still receive thirty thousand yuan. Broken bones weren’t a big deal—five thousand yuan alone would be enough to treat them, and with medical insurance, it would be a solid gain, effectively earning him thirty thousand yuan. Before the group could even raise their fists, Qin, the young man, had already taken action. After all, there was Fang Fang right beside him—he wouldn’t let anyone harm her, so he had to act first. Moreover, these individuals had stayed with him for several years—taking down one or two ordinary people wasn't even a challenge. Yet, in less than two seconds, all of them were knocked to the ground, clutching their stomachs or legs, emitting sounds reminiscent of wounded beasts. Could it be that he had already successfully struck at Qin Daxiao's sore spot? Qin Daxiao held the young lady's slender waist in his arms, rotating his body and executing a move known as the Dragon's Tail Swish. With him shielding her, the foot he sent out struck squarely against his opponent's chest, sending Xiao Di flying into the air, who landed on both knees with a rather severe fall. Qin Feng hurried over, snatching the butterfly knife from his hands, then skillfully maneuvered it before finally plunging the sharp blade into the right thigh of Xiao Di. "Ah!" cried Xiao Di in pain. The spot where the blade entered was carefully chosen—nestled precisely in the gap between the femur and the pelvis. Even if the blade were withdrawn, serious complications would remain, resulting in at the very least a limp; in more severe cases, he would have to spend his life in a wheelchair. Mei Juan, hidden not far away, was also terrified and quickly pulled out her phone to call the police: "Hello, there's a violent attack at the side entrance of the shoe mall—several people have been seriously injured. My husband has been stabbed. Please come as soon as possible, or the killer will escape." The woman turned out to be Xiao Di's wife—no wonder she had such a strong, commanding attitude. Qin, the young magnate, stepped firmly on Xiao Di's face and coldly asked, "So now, how much shall I pay you? Sixty thousand, eighty thousand, or one hundred thousand?" He realized he had encountered a real tough opponent and, gritting his teeth, shouted at the old man, "What are you waiting for? Are you dead? Get the police involved right away!" In these days, even in the world of black society, people are reduced to seeking protection from the police—how embarrassing! You, of all people, are truly worthy of calling yourselves 'street players.' "Very well," Qin smiled, his smile genuinely joyful. Xiao Di could think that usually, someone who was overly showy had some backing behind them—wasn't this young man a second-generation official? Or perhaps a wealthy, well-connected second-generation entrepreneur? With a quick glance, he turned to one of the younger brothers lying beside him and said, "Call Ma Hu—well, she's already been pushed out by the Leopard Boss, so call Mr. Hu instead." "You mean Chen Hu, right? I'll take care of that for you," Qin Feng reached for his phone and dialed Chen Hu's number. "Hu, this is Feng. Right now, I'm handling a group of thugs at the Shoe City—they're all settled. You don't need to come over!" Chen Hu couldn't miss the underlying message in Feng's words. He immediately replied, "Got it, Feng. You go ahead and handle your end—I'll take care of the rest!" Soon, the phones of the group began to ring one after another. As soon as anyone picked up, they were met with a barrage of complaints. Including XIAO Di, he also received the same call. When the caller learned that the one being beaten was him, he immediately exclaimed, "I want to die right now—just so you can take over." Still puzzled, he heard the siren sound, and officers from the nearest precinct arrived in numbers—over a dozen. With hopes still intact, he began to feel relieved: as long as the police got involved, he'd have the chance to make a fuss. Even if you have allies behind you, once this situation escalates, he'd be the one walking barefoot, no shoes to speak of. The leading officer was a young squad leader from the precinct, who immediately recognized Qin Feng. He thought to himself, "How is it always this same legendary figure again?" His first instinct was to turn and walk away—after all, in the major incidents that had occurred so far, who in the city's police force hadn't heard of Qin Feng? Unless someone was simply unwilling to continue in their current position, because their superiors had repeatedly emphasized Qin Feng's "unpredictability" and "risk factor." Before he could even turn around, Qin, the young noble, had already begun waving at him. He had to force a smile, leading a group of people through with a look of helpless resignation. "Commander Qin, how is it that you're here?" the officer asked politely. "Just now, we dismantled a terrorist cell," he said, managing to fabricate a story so convincingly that he turned a bunch of ordinary street toughs into terrorists. Pointing to an elderly man who was visibly shaken, he exclaimed, "This man is the leader—using parking fees as a cover for carrying out some form of terror activity. And the one I'm stepping on right now is a key member of the terrorist organization!" The officers were nearly moved to tears, thinking how unfairly he was treating them. The man underfoot was no ordinary tough—he was well known throughout the district. Not only did our division know him, but officers from several neighboring divisions also recognized him. How could such a man possibly be a terrorist? Qin Dashi's face darkened. "How can you doubt my words? Do you think I'm lying?" "No, no, how could Qin, the colonel, lie? As soon as you say they're terrorists, they must be!" The police turned and called out, "What are you waiting for? Take all of them back and interrogate them thoroughly—especially this old man, and this Xiao... this one!"