?Reading on mobile phone Everyone was uncertain—indeed, even Origuchi Keiko—so how could they possibly muster the energy and deliver their best performance under such circumstances? The dishes prepared using the eight-zero e-reader were somewhat underwhelming compared to lunch, both in appearance and in taste. Even Keiko’s specialty dishes—sashimi and salmon tartare—fell short of the lunchtime standards. First, the thickness of the fish slices varied; second, the flavor, particularly the freshness, was noticeably weaker. Of course, Qin Feng said little. Given the current situation, simply producing the dishes was already a commendable achievement. As he tasted them, he praised, “Keiko’s skill is truly excellent. In our culture, there’s a saying: ‘She can hold her own in the drawing room as well as in the kitchen.’ That’s what makes a truly accomplished woman. Clearly, you’ve already met that standard—ah, I see!” "Qingzi blushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed and said, 'Mr. Qin, please don't praise me so much. Actually, while I was slicing the fish earlier, I was so distracted that I ended up doing quite poorly!' 'Is that true? I didn't notice at all,' he replied, stirring his chopsticks and then quickly夹ing a piece into his mouth. 'Look, there's absolutely nothing wrong—otherwise, you should show me one!' 'Well, the slices that weren't properly cut have already been eaten by you,' she pouted. 'How can I find any?' 'Ah, it turns out your situation simply didn't exist,' he said, brushing his lips with a straight face. 'Now, please sit down and eat. Don't worry—rest assured I'll handle everything smoothly. As soon as anyone hears your name, Ren'gou or Shan'gou, they'll all be so startled they'll be running around like chickens with their heads tucked under!' 'Will that really happen?' she asked cautiously. Qin Feng spoke with great conviction, "Brother never lies. Honestly, I'm even afraid they might not send enough people. If that happens, we won't be able to create the widespread fear we're aiming for. I hope those clowns send more—then we'll have a one-time, lasting solution!" Qingzi didn't fully understand what he meant, yet didn't want to ask too many questions, as they hadn't yet reached the point of being completely open and candid with each other. Her father had originally been on a business trip to visit an old friend, but upon receiving the news, he immediately set off back. However, due to the long distance, he wouldn't arrive until at the earliest tomorrow morning. Suddenly, a steady sound of leather shoes tapping the floor came from outside—clearly indicating a large number of people approaching. At that moment, a server rushed over and shouted, "Bad news! Over a hundred people are approaching from all directions! They're dressed in black suits, each holding either an axe, a hammer, or a staff!" Everyone panicked. The person with a swollen face asked, "Where are the police? Are they just letting these people run wild?" "He replied, 'The police have long since disappeared. All that remains outside are isolated lines of defense. Now I finally understand—they weren't protecting us; they were afraid we would leave!' 'Ah, so it means we're all going to die,' said Koyama, sinking down onto the ground. Akiyama pushed a broom into his hands and said, 'We can fight them to the end. Though we're few in number, we have the advantage of position. As long as we hold the main gate, every one who comes in will be defeated!' 'They have over a hundred people!' 'No,' corrected Qin, opening his eyes. 'It's not a hundred!' The group regained a little confidence, but then he added, 'Based on my assessment, there are at least three hundred—possibly even four hundred.' 'What?' Koyama, who had just taken the broom, immediately dropped it and shouted, 'Three or four hundred people? Then we're definitely doomed. I don't want to die!' " "Qin Feng said, 'Don't worry— you'll be fine. All of you gather around Qingzi Miss. No one is to leave the room, regardless of what happens outside. We must ensure Qingzi Miss's safety— have you all understood?' The group remained motionless, offering no response. 'Have you all understood?' Qin Feng roared, and everyone shivered under the force of his voice. Finally, he turned to clear away: "Your task is simply to stay here and wait for my victory news. I won't be away too long. If you feel too idle, go ahead and start preparing snacks—or even plan a celebration!" Clear away nodded obediently, saying, "Qin Sang, I'll be waiting for you back for dinner. This time, I promise I won't lose my focus again!" As she spoke, her rosy cheeks turned the color of autumn apples—words that sounded just like a wife would say to her husband preparing to leave. Qin Shao smiled gently and turned to walk out. Outside, a group of black-robed men had already reached about twenty meters from the main gate. They all maintained a composed, expressionless demeanor. "I didn't expect the men from the Sun Country to be so weak," he remarked, "yet they've managed to build such a well-organized society. They're far more professional than the domestic figures who claim to be seasoned in the underworld." This was the first time Qin Shao had praised the Sun Country men. The black-robed figures did not slow down when he stepped out the gate; instead, they stepped with heavier force, creating strong psychological pressure on him. They had no idea that Qin Shao was a seasoned professional—having already escaped not only being surrounded by three or four hundred mere bodyguards, but also by hundreds of well-trained special operatives—back when he was merely a killer. That was two years ago, when he was still just a killer; now, he had advanced to the mid-tier of the Tiankai stage of cultivation. By setting the battlefield abroad, he gained the freedom to act without restraint. For instance, offensive talismans—used domestically only when confronting cultivators—were now freely deployable here, with no one able to restrain him. In his hands, he held several dozen fire dragon talismans, one in each palm. As for lightning talismans, their more unusual and unpredictable nature would generate additional associations, potentially undermining his future maneuvers. The Fire Dragon is still the better choice, since our guy is, after all, a true "magician"—wah-ha-ha! As he'd expected, the staff inside hadn't been idle; they'd quietly activated the outdoor surveillance cameras and placed the tablet right in front of Genko Hara. That meant, aside from the Fire Dragon Seal, Qin's only tools were his two fists and his highly durable spiritual shield.