While enjoying a full meal, the two had just stepped out of the restaurant and hadn’t even reached the parking area when they were stopped by several black-clad figures. The black-clad man radiated pride: "You don't need to know that—just follow us..." "Nice try," Qin, the young magnate, kicked the man square in the face, sending him crashing to the ground, then charged at the remaining ones. "Hey, Xiao Feng, you're not very considerate! You didn't even give us a heads-up before launching into battle—leave us one guy, just one! After-dinner exercise is good for both body and mind, you can't have all the fun to yourself," said the beautiful woman. As she finished speaking, she realized with a touch of despair that Qin had already settled the fight. Besides the first one who took the beating, all the others had been knocked senseless. He turned around, stepped over to the man, and planted his foot firmly on his shoulder, pressing down while asking, "One more time—whose master are you? Where are you taking us?" "I'm not saying a word," the man stubbornly insisted. Qin Dashi suddenly drove his foot down hard, and with a crisp crack, the man's sternum snapped. He coldly said, "One more chance—don't speak another word, or I'll collapse your entire shoulder!" Only then did the man panic, realizing he had stepped on solid ground—while a broken sternum could be repaired, a crushed shoulder would truly render him useless. He quickly bowed and confessed, "It was Guan Shao who sent me to invite you both. He's waiting for you at Fuyun Teahouse. I'm just a messenger. The debt has its head, the offense has its master—please forgive me!" "Leader Li said with some hesitation, 'You haven't quite figured out your strategy yet, haven't you? Isn't it a bit premature to act now?' 'I think the timing is perfect,' he smiled. 'The matter has already come to our doorstep—it's no longer optional. Sometimes, forcing someone into a situation isn't always a bad thing. We've already caused them trouble twice; if we don't respond, they'll only become more unconstrained!' Leader Li found his reasoning convincing and nodded, saying, 'Alright, let's go and give them a lesson right now!' 'No,' he shook his right hand with two fingers, 'I'll go alone. You drive back first.' 'No way,' the woman insisted firmly, 'You always leave me out when something good happens.' Qin, in a measured and earnest tone, said, "It's not that I don't want to take you with me. It's just that I don't want to involve you too early—otherwise, the Wei and He families won't be able to exert their full impact. Just listen, go home, take good care of yourself, and wait for me. Hehe!" "Alright," the beautiful woman blushed slightly and obediently went to drive the car. After she had left, Qin kicked the man squarely in the forehead—after all, if all your companions have fainted, how can you possibly remain conscious? For safety's sake, he retrieved everyone's phones and tossed them into the sewer. As for whether kind-hearted people will discover them and rescue them, that depends on fate. What's certain is that even if they do wake up, they won't have the opportunity to report what's happened to their master. Twenty minutes later, Qin arrived at Fuyun Tea House. The tea house had three floors in total—the ground floor housed the main hall and guest reception area, while the second and third floors were the operational zones. Yet, despite the grand scale of the tea house, only one room on the third floor was occupied—clearly, it had been reserved by the affluent Guan Shuang. The room's interior was elegantly furnished, adorned with intricate wooden carvings, and the furniture itself followed the traditional Ming and Qing styles. A subtle aroma of tea lingered in the air. Sitting at the central tea table were two individuals: Guan Wenfeng and a man with a bald head. "Guan, I'll just go on blowing smoke, right? Even the Emperor himself has to bow to you—well, I won't, and my old dad, Guan Lijie, certainly won't!" thought Guan Wenfeng. "Kid, you're quite bold! It seems you won't be quiet unless I give you a good beating." The bald man stood up and shouted, "Brothers, come out here and give this youngster a proper thrashing—just make sure he's half-dead, but don't kill anyone!" Qin Feng smiled. "You're referring to the guys stationed in the corridor, aren't you? Unfortunately, they've all been knocked out. If you want to take on my fight, you'll have to do it yourself!" The bald man was taken aback. He had arranged over a dozen bodyguards along the corridor—how had they been quietly defeated without a single sound or commotion?