?Phone reading Qin Feng and Yashi turned around to look at the unexpected guests behind them. Eight Zero E-book He was a man no taller than 1.65 meters, with an Asian appearance, full of arrogance. His looks were decent, if not quite sharp and defined. Behind him walked several men of similar height but solidly built, all wearing black sunglasses. From the tone of his voice and his confident demeanor, he was either from the U.S. or China. Yet Qin, the young lord, couldn't understand—how could someone of his height compete with him for a shirt? Could he even manage to wear it himself? Wasn't he overestimating himself? "Please pack up this shirt—we've already secured it for our lord," said one of the men wearing black sunglasses, rather bluntly. The server remained courteous. "Sir, I'm sorry, but this gentleman has already requested to try it on. Moreover, your build doesn't quite match the style of this shirt. Shall I recommend another one for you?" "What do you mean?" "He narrowed his eyes and said, 'What's the point of all your fuss? He wants to try it out and buy it—then you naturally serve him first. As for whether he can wear it after he buys it, that's entirely his concern!' Clearly a Sun-national. Qin has already made up his mind—such boldness and lack of courtesy are impossible from a Korean national. Of course, all this is relative. Yi Shi spoke up, 'Xiao Feng, let's just go try on this outfit and purchase it—we won't bother with them anymore!' 'Our lord has instructed us,' said the man in black sunglasses, with a tone of disapproval, 'that once this outfit is purchased, you go and check out the others.' Qin, though silent, wasn't unbothered—he simply stared at the young Sun-national for several seconds before saying coldly, 'You're going to vanish right now from my sight, or else I'll make you regret it!' 'Hahahaha—aren't you a Chinese national?'" "He also sensed Qin Feng's true standing and smiled, saying, 'Don't think that just because you've got a beautiful girlfriend by your side you can act so confident here. This isn't your Chinese nation!' 'Nor is this your Sun Nation,' he countered firmly. The man in black glasses spoke with condescension, 'Chinese youngster, perhaps you're unaware that our Mr. Nakamura is the most honored guest of the local government—invited personally by the president. He'll be attending a dinner reception at the presidential residence shortly. What are you, exactly? How dare you challenge our Mr. Nakamura!' 'Nakamura,' asked Yashiro, frowning, 'isn't he the Nakamura Corporation of the Sun Nation—the largest corporate group in Asia?' " The gentleman revered as Mr. Nakamura, raised his chin with an air of pride, his black sunglasses reflecting the same dignified composure: "This beautiful lady clearly knows her worth. Indeed, Mr. Nakamura is the heir to Nakamura Corporation, now overseeing the majority of its operations. To put it plainly, he is a figure of significant influence on the global stage!" Qin, the young lord, furrowed his brows and asked Ms. Yapo, the lovely young woman, "What exactly is a 'pig-food corporation'? Is it well-known?" Ms. Yapo replied, "It's the largest corporate group in Asia, ranked among the Global 500, and even within the top ten!" "Now I understand why he's so confident," Qin nodded. Mr. Nakamura's pride deepened. He sniffed, saying, "Since you now know my identity, why don't you leave at once? Of course, you needn't go—should you wish, I'd be delighted to have you join me to the gala. I'll introduce you to several politicians and business leaders." "That's a great opportunity, really," the man in black sunglasses immediately added, "I hope you take it seriously!" Aris managed to suppress a smile and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. Moreover, this dress was one we originally selected, so we absolutely won't be giving it up to you!" "You're saying that? It seems you have no idea how capable our lord is..." "Capable? Really?" Qin the young lord kicked him hard, sending the man flying straight out and crashing onto the street outside. The force of the kick was so strong that the man couldn't react—he had already lost consciousness upon impact. "Eight balls!" exclaimed Mr. Nakamura, while the other three men in sunglasses raised their fists and charged at Qin. Unbelievably arrogant. Qin Feng calmly kicked out a few times, and each of these seemingly strong fighters was sent flying outside without a single exception. The server was terrified and pleaded, "Please, gentlemen, could you please refrain from fighting?" The server in the checkout area inside had already started calling the police. The young Mr. Nakamura, who had previously been full of confidence and pride, now looked utterly terrified. He knew well his team—each of them was a special forces veteran from the Self-Defense Forces, trained professionally in the United States. While one of them could easily handle seven or eight opponents, now even a single footstep from the other side was proving too much for him to withstand. He turned around and tossed a bank card toward the server, saying, "I don't feel like trying on the clothes. Just pack them up for me. Since your garments are all designed by master designers, they must suit me perfectly!" "Yes, sir," the server was stunned and quickly took down the clothes, carefully packing them and saying as he handed them over, "Sir, you did knock someone over. The police will be arriving shortly. You see..." Yashu pulled out a business card and handed it to the server, saying, "When the police arrive, have them call my lawyer. He will handle everything. I hope you can present a fair account to them, telling them exactly what happened." The server looked down at the card and gasped—there, clearly printed on it, was: Mr. XXXX, Legal Director, Europe Kate Group. The Kate Group is the world's largest enterprise. Could anyone ordinary carry a business card bearing the title of Legal Director? The two of them strolled out of the store with confident strides. Naka Shun-nan was just struggling to push himself up, his face streaked with scrapes, looking utterly battered. "Kid," he gritted through clenched teeth, "if you want to leave your name behind, I, Naka Shun-nan, will surely repay you." Qin, walking over, kicked him hard in the chest, sending blood trickling from his mouth. "Want to know my name? Fine. I'll tell you—remember it well. My grandfather's name is Qin Feng. Go on, use every trick you've got!" The young woman added, "And don't forget to remember my name too. I'm Yashikette. Don't forget to mention it to the president who brought you here."