The black-clad man stopped ten meters away, and the leader among them studied Qin Feng for a long time. Why could Qin immediately recognize this man as a head figure? Because everyone else was holding something in their hands, while he had both hands empty—dignified, even, tucked neatly into his trouser pockets, with an air of supreme confidence. "Hey, what's your position here?" he took a few steps forward and asked. "Guest," Qin replied. "Wait—what? You said that again?" The man thought he had misunderstood. Everyone had come to cause trouble with the restaurant, so the people staying here were clearly staff members. How could there be a guest? Qin slowly raised his head and smiled, "Not just a guest—actually, I'm the one who defeated your so-called new leader. Didn't the seriously injured ones tell you about my appearance?" "Wow, look at this—after several people were sent to the hospital and ended up unconscious, no one even got a chance to speak. Moreover, the senior executives of the Yamaguchi-gumi have instructed the police not to interfere, so up until now, everyone has only known that their boss had an accident at this restaurant. They haven't heard anything about the details or the cause." "Really you?" he asked coldly. "Of course. What else?" Qin Shao slowly raised his right hand. He turned around and shouted, "What are we waiting for? Let's eliminate him right away—pay back the debt to our boss and to the injured brothers. Go!" Roar—A fire dragon over four meters long surged forth, striking the man directly in the back. The Fire Dragon Seal isn't very effective against cultivators, but when it comes to ordinary people, it's absolutely precise. The entire back of the man caught fire, and the air immediately filled with the aroma of grilled meat. "Ah!" He screamed and collapsed to the ground, while the remaining dragons surged toward the people behind, further expanding the battlefield. At the restaurant, Harada Keiko widened her beautiful eyes, clasped her hands together, and exclaimed, "Qin-san is truly a magician—his magic is absolutely amazing!" Meanwhile, Koyama murmured beside her, "How impressive is he, then? But there are three or four hundred of them, right? Can he keep setting fires continuously? After all, he's just a magician—playing with mere tricks!" Qin's earlier criticisms had placed the two of them at odds. As soon as he finished speaking, the image display revealed two more dragons roaring forth, scorching the black-robed figures at the forefront. They clutched their burned areas, lying on the ground and crying out in pain. This was only the beginning—there were even more impressive feats yet to come. Seizing a hammer from the ground, he charged into the crowd, and wherever he went, black-robed figures fell one after another. One blow landed, and either an arm or a leg would break—luckily, even the best off would suffer two rib fractures. As for those struck on the head, there was only one possible outcome: they would go straight to hell. The cries grew stronger and stronger. Those in front were being beaten, yet those behind remained unaware, pressing forward relentlessly, thus cutting off the chance for anyone in front to turn and flee. Thud… thud… splat… At the restaurant, including Qingzi, everyone was stunned. Though this tactic of one-on-many was common in films, the gap between film and reality was vast—no one would take films seriously. Hitoshi shook his colleague's arm and said, "See? Mr. Qin is truly a master. Now, the black-robed men who were previously receiving blows—this time, we're in good shape!" "Xiao Shan protested, 'How he'll make it until the end is still another matter entirely. Besides, won't the members of the Longkou team use their guns against him? No matter how strong he is, when faced with gunfire, he'll only have one path—death!' Qingzi snapped, 'Shut up! If you dare say another word that's不利 to Qin Sang, I'll have you thrown out there, right alongside him, to face off against those black-robed figures!' Xiao Shan was instantly terrified and quickly bowed his head, saying, 'I'm sorry. I'll stay silent from now on!' Almost all the black-robed figures stationed directly in front of the restaurant now lie on the ground, with one-third suffering severe injuries, one-third moderate injuries, and one-third having fallen in battle—those with minor injuries, Qin Sang had never imagined such a scenario, nor would he allow it to happen. The black-robed figures stationed on the flanks, observing the situation, now realize that this man is truly formidable. If their current strategy isn't adjusted, the rest of them will meet the same fate.' Several people rushed toward the car parked by the roadside, lifting several rectangular wooden crates from the trunk. Once opened, the crates revealed rifles and ammunition. The gunners swiftly took up their most familiar weapons, loaded them with bullets, and launched a coordinated counterattack from both sides. Thump-thump... tap-tap-tap... The gunfire erupted immediately. Fortunately, the location is a suburban area outside Kyoto. If it were in the heart of the city, even with the greatest courage, they would have hesitated to fire. Fujita Keiko found herself growing increasingly tense. With eyes filled with anger, she glared at Koyama and said crossly, "It's all your fault—your bad luck! If Qin Sang suffers any mishap, I'll never forgive you!" Koyama thought this had nothing to do with him. If he hadn't mentioned it, would the others have even remembered to use the guns? On the image feed, Qin, the young man, had vanished, yet the gunfire continued. Outside, he darted and weaved, firing bullets with precision, transforming his two compact rifles into weapons that could hit exactly where he aimed—fully realizing the maxim that every bullet eliminated one enemy. They hadn't lived through the War of Resistance, otherwise how could the Japanese have been so rampant, occupying half of China with such ease? For this history, which he had never personally experienced, he has always held a deep sense of resentment. Such a prime opportunity for retribution—he certainly wouldn't let it slip. Since there were no visual cues, Aritake Kiyoko grew tense, pacing back and forth while murmuring, "Qin Sang will absolutely be safe. He will surely return triumphantly—yes, triumphantly. Come on, what are you all waiting for? Go prepare the evening meal. Anyone who doesn't deliver at their peak will have no peace with me!" The group hesitated and slowly departed. Indeed, they didn't hold much hope in Qin Feng—after all, bullets didn't always aim accurately, and a single one could be fatal. Outside, it could truly be described as a battlefield of demons—everywhere, corpses lay fallen, pierced by bullets. While in the earlier clashes with cold weapons, around sixty percent of the participants had survived, now the death rate is 100%. Whoever found themselves within Qin Shao's aim was certain to fall. Tik-tik… tik-tik-tik… With the final bullet from his magazine, he sent his opponent crashing to the ground. A faint plume of white smoke rose from the muzzle. He turned to look back and murmured, "Who made you switch to firearms? This outcome is entirely your own doing!"