Back at the residence, the girls had already grown impatient and were ready to serve dinner. After a hearty meal, Qin, the young gentleman, returned to the living room to watch TV. Isabella walked in with a bunch of washed grapes, offered one to him, and then said, "Since you now know it's the Sun Nationals behind this, given your personality, you surely won't let them off, will you?" "Exactly," he replied, chewing enthusiastically. "Or, to put it more precisely, I'm someone who always responds with blood for blood and teeth for teeth." "But why haven't you gone out yet to seek trouble with the Sun Nationals?" the beautiful instructor found it hard to understand. He smiled, gently wrapping his arms around her slender waist, and said, "No need to rush. I'm still thinking—how could they have willingly handed over a company worth over 100 million euros just to make me die? What kind of deep-seated grudge must they have? So while I'm determined to avenge myself, I'm also thinking about how to secure some benefits for myself. I certainly don't want to go at it all for nothing!" "The beautiful officer gave him a withering look: 'This is your own affair! How can you expect to get anything out of it when you're trying to make things work for yourself? You're simply ungrateful!' 'They're from the Sun Nation—Sasha, you're not from the Huaxia people, so you don't understand our deep resentment toward them.' He spoke with serious conviction. 'During that war of invasion decades ago, countless innocent lives were lost at their hands. They plundered vast wealth, and yet, in the end, they've become richer than even the Huaxia people. I simply can't bear to swallow that indignity!' 'Alright, then, go ahead and do what you like. Just let me know in advance when you need me. Even if you decide to wipe them out completely, I'll stand by you every step of the way.' The beautiful officer said. 'Sasha's husband is truly the most considerate—here's your reward!' ... In the most luxurious hotel in the provincial capital, Masaru Nakamura pushed himself up from between the soft arms and slender legs, and the blue pill packaging lay on the bedside table beside him." He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took two puffs, murmuring, "Chinese women are simply different from women back in our Sun Country—no wonder my grandfather kept talking about this when he passed away!" His grandfather had been a soldier during the invasion, brutally killing several innocent civilians and repeatedly assaulting women. After the Sun Country's defeat, he returned home with hands stained in blood, yet received no formal punishment. Instead, he transformed from a war criminal into a successful businessman. Even as a child, the old man instilled in Jun-nan the belief that Chinese women possess a unique quality—especially when treated roughly—whose heart-wrenching cries and resistance stirred the deepest desires in men. He took another two sips, then tossed away the remainder, glanced out the window, and said, "I don't know if those people have managed to settle things with Qin Feng. I always thought Wuzheng was reliable, but now it seems they're just as unreliable. Good thing my price was high; otherwise, I'm not sure how they'd manage to keep me on the hook!" From the drawer, he pulled out another box of unopened blue pills, looked back at the two women, and sneered, "I'm going to play you both dead today, hahahaha!" With that, he gulped down several pills at once and charged straight at the women. "The female server was intimidated by his status and couldn't hide the truth, responding, 'This means the guest has requested room service, specifically the highest tier!' 'What? In a hotel this size, you're actually doing this kind of intimate service?' he demanded. The server was genuinely startled and explained, 'All these arrangements are made by the manager. We truly have no idea what he's thinking. Moreover, our hotel caters to guests who can afford business suite accommodations, so...' 'Enough,' Qin, the young executive, sighed, impatiently. 'Regarding my inquiry about the guest's information—never mention it again. If you do, you'll be charged with breach of confidentiality and could even face imprisonment!' 'Please rest assured,' the server assured him, 'I will never reveal a single word.' It seems that the strict management of the Chinese government still yields certain benefits—at least, most of the common people remain cautious and respectful. He stepped into the elevator and went directly to the top floor." As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw several sturdy men from the Sun Country wearing black sunglasses standing in the corridor. All of them were tall, no taller than 1.6 meters, with broad, muscular faces. One of them approached, stopped him with a hand, and said flatly, "Sorry, sir, you can't enter." "What's the matter?" Qin, the young magnate, scoffed. "Don't think because your boss is staying in the presidential suite that everyone else can't afford one. Is there only one suite here?" The man replied coldly, "There are several suites, but most of them are currently unoccupied. If you're wise, just get out of the way—this isn't your place." "Wise? That's a stretch," Qin Feng said, growing impatient. He simply lifted his foot and kicked the large man straight into the air, sending him crashing to the floor several meters away. "Hajimari! This young man is going to do something不利 to our Mizuno少爷. Secure him!" the man in charge of the sunglasses shouted, while simultaneously dialing the phone inside to inform his boss of the disturbance. Qin Dashi didn't intervene. The old man has given you the chance to send a message, but your master will have no chance to leave. Thud... thud... pfft... Crack... Fists landing with full force, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. Soon, a chorus of cries filled the air. A whole group of big-bodied Sun Nation men were knocked down—some with arms broken, others with legs shattered—now reduced to uselessness, and how could they possibly boast anymore? The leader was pinned under one hand, then lifted off the ground. He struggled, gasping for breath, his face turning the color of liver, shouting, "Chuaxia man! You're playing with fire! Do you know the status of our Mizuno少爷? Even if the governor of your province came, he'd have to bow and scrape. Don't push it too far—otherwise, you'll have no good ending!" "Good ending? As the one being beaten, you're talking about threats?" With a mere wave of his hand, he sent the man flying, crashing hard into the opposite wooden door. The thick wooden door was thrown open, revealing a group of men and women in a state of panic, frantically searching for clothes to put on. The tall man who had been used as a doorstop was now unconscious from pain. "The legendary Naka-no-kun," said Qin, the young lord, as he stepped inside. Upon seeing the man's face, he immediately frowned and exclaimed, "Who are you? Is it Naka Jun-nan? Where has he gone?"