?Reading on phone It's easy to tell from the sound that it's Origuchi Keiko speaking. Qin Dashi, the young executive of Eighty Electronic Books, furrowed his brow and leaned forward, carefully listening to pinpoint the direction of the voice. "Mr. Chen, please let go—I still have work to attend to..." "Miss Keiko, your most important task right now is to accompany our boss to drink, hah hah!" A confident voice. "Indeed, you must stay with me to drink. I didn't expect to meet Miss Keiko over a meal. They say you're the most principled among our female actors from the Sun Country. Today, I'd like to personally experience what that principle really means, hah hah!" This voice was even more assertive. Qin Dashi had an exceptionally sharp hearing. Origuchi Keiko had been intercepted in the corridor and then forcibly escorted into a private dining room. At that moment, servants Koyama and Akayama rushed in and addressed the guests in the private room: "Please let us free our Miss Seiko—she is the daughter of the restaurant's owner, not a serving geisha!" "Then what's wrong with the daughter of the owner? If our head manager has asked her to serve drinks, she must serve drinks," retorted the attendant, giving Koyama a slap and shouting, "I suspect you've decided to abandon your business here. If you upset our head manager, don't even think about your sixty-year-old establishment—no matter how long it is, six hundred years or more, it will be wiped out clean!" Koyama was stunned by the blow. Akayama quickly smiled and said, "Your esteemed guests must be truly distinguished. But Miss Seiko is no ordinary serving geisha. I beg you, please don't trouble her any further!" "Trouble her? Then trouble you!" the attendant examined Akayama from head to toe, and scoffed, "You'd like to offer a drink to our head manager, wouldn't you? But with your looks, how well do you think you match?" Akiyama's appearance and build are only average—she's passable on a regular day, but only just qualifies as a beauty when well-dressed. However, as the saying goes, "you have to compare apples to apples," and when compared to Seiko, she's nothing short of a chicken in the grass. Qingzi struggled desperately, but the girl's strength was limited—how could she possibly stand a chance against a man? She was soon on the verge of giving in. Akiyama gave a subtle signal to the young woman, indicating that only the boss's personal involvement could make any difference; perhaps the girl would see the boss's face and decide to let Qingzi off. After all, the boss had been running this business for a long time and still carried some weight. "Get out of here immediately!" the attendant barked. "Do you really want to watch Miss Seiko serve drinks all by herself?" The two quickly retreated, their speed astonishing. This move only deepened the disappointment of the already disheartened lady. Shinoda suddenly exerted a strong force, catching her off guard. Though she reacted swiftly, a part of her body still fell into the girl's arms. "Ha ha ha! Indeed, so pure and fresh—exactly what I like!" "He said with a lecherly smile, 'What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and pour the wine! Since Miss Sei-ko isn't willing to stay and drink, you'll have to make do and do it—make sure she drinks well!' The others understood immediately. This was clearly a plan to knock the beautiful woman out and then force her to drink, like a conqueror. What else could they do? They had to act now. Sei-ko was utterly defeated. She knew well the strength of the Ryūguchi group, and today her father wasn't in the shop. With the abilities of Koyama and Akiyama, she couldn't find anyone capable of calming these men. At that moment, the wooden sliding doors suddenly shattered, and wooden fragments rained down on the men who were just pouring wine. 'Who is it?' one of them exclaimed, clutching his pain and turning around, 'Who dares to interrupt our boss's enjoyment like this? Does this person want to die?'" Standing at the door was Qin, the young lord. He glanced coldly at the other man and said, "I think it's you people who don't want to live. As for the one inside, I'll give you three seconds to free Miss Qingzi. Otherwise, your hand will be lost!" "Mr. Qin," Qingzi cried out, as if clutching at a lifeline, "please help me. These people..." "Shut up!" the new head of the organization cut her off, then turned to the unexpected guest outside and smiled. "Mr. Qin, as far as I know, there's no single-family surname in the Great Sun Kingdom—this means you're not a native. Young man, do you know who I am?" Qin Feng didn't bother to respond. Instead, he began counting down: "Three... two... one. Time's up. I'll give you another three seconds. If you're willing to release her, you only need to surrender one hand. If you refuse, I'll cut off any part of your body that touches Miss Qingzi!" "Very well. I'll be waiting." "The new leader didn't let go—he even brought his other hand in, wrapping his arms around Qingzi's waist. 'This is all your fault,' he managed to squeeze out. The new leader barked, 'Break this young man who thinks he knows it all! Since he's not from the Sun Nation, why should we treat him with courtesy?' Several attendants leapt from the floor, swinging their fists and charging forward. Thud... thud... splat... Crack... crack... crack... crack... The initial series of cracks came from Qin Feng breaking the wooden floral stand that the opponent was holding and waving. The subsequent cracks were the sounds of their arm and leg bones snapping. When dealing with Chinese nationals, Qin the Young would, to some extent, consider the ties of kinship and clan loyalty, thus being slightly more gentle—breaking just one bone would suffice. But when facing the Sun Nation representatives, he required no such sentiment—his first move would always result in the loss of limbs." Moreover, even Qin Feng himself felt unsatisfied, kicking one of the men squarely in the crotch—a true five-limb break. The man’s limbs were shattered and his vital organs struck by the kick; now hunched over, he resembled a shrimp with a broken tail. The new leader, who had previously carried a proud, commanding expression, now looked pale with fear, instinctively swallowing his saliva, his hands already loosening. Qing Zi regained her freedom, using both hands and feet to escape the man’s grasp and making her way toward Qin Feng. Qin, the young noble, naturally extended his right arm, embraced her, and slightly turned so that she stood behind him. A classic hero’s rescue—perfect.