Nobuhiro, surprised by the person before him, asked, "Is your information accurate? Qin Feng had a direct conflict with the Ryūkō group the moment he landed—how could that be? Based on my understanding of him, he's absolutely not someone who reacts emotionally or impulsively. In my view, if his purpose here is to confront me, he should have remained calm. Instead, he's already engaged in a full-scale confrontation upon stepping onto foreign soil. Does he really intend to capture everyone's attention this way?" "Unagi immediately laughed: "Three hundred people attacking him, even firing guns—how could he possibly survive? Hahahaha! This overconfident fellow must still think he's in China. Otherwise, how could he be so bold? You go right away and find out if he's dead. If he is, then I can finally rest peacefully!" ... Outside the restaurant, blood flowed like rivers. The police weren't unwilling to intervene, were they? Well, then—let them just die. After all, these Japanese citizens are nothing but pigs and dogs. Their deaths are entirely deserved and completely unremarkable. This behavior deeply troubled those inside, including Harada Keiko. She had never imagined someone could kill so many without hesitation. Of course, she also deeply wanted to know who Qin Feng really was. He called himself a magician—yet when he killed people, his eyes never wavered." All the injured but still alive were eliminated by him—one bullet per person, and no one would complain about the cost. Qin Shao slowly turned his body, lifting his gaze to the camera capturing the scene, a gentle curve forming at the corner of his lips. Suddenly aware something was amiss, Qingzi stood up and rushed out. When she reached the door, Qin Feng had already vanished. As the saying goes, "He who walks barefoot need not fear the one who wears shoes." Qin Shao, a Chinese, had committed murder in the Sun Kingdom—merely finding a safe place to hide would suffice, whether it was the police or the underworld, neither could do much to him. But Qingzi was a local, and this restaurant couldn’t simply vanish with her. Thus, he had to sever his connection with her, ensuring the fire wouldn’t reach her. Therefore, he chose to leave. The bloodstains outside were overwhelming, and upon returning to the store, Qingzi found her expression subdued. To her surprise, all the staff members were lying unconscious on the floor—yet no visible injuries could be seen from outside. More astonishingly, upon waking up, these people completely forgot what had happened during the night. It was understandable if just one person forgot, but everyone forgot—so completely that they couldn’t even recall the existence of Qin Feng. Waaah waaah… waaah waaah… Several police cars surrounded the scene. Given the magnitude of the case, they decided they could no longer ignore the Yamaguchi Group and had to investigate thoroughly. The restaurant was the first to be targeted, as it became the primary point of inquiry. Clearo handed over the surveillance footage, but before the police arrived, she had edited it—she deleted the scene where Qin Feng smiled at the camera, leaving only a strong, athletic silhouette throughout the entire video. After the officers carefully reviewed it multiple times, everyone was utterly baffled. To say this was like a movie scene would be entirely credible. A gang battle in Kyoto, the Sun Kingdom, resulted in over three hundred deaths on the spot, quickly making it a front-page story in major international media outlets. Combined with a series of maritime incidents earlier, the Sun Kingdom people became the subject of global ridicule. Subsequent investigations revealed that the initial report on this gang battle came from a media outlet from the Chinese nation. According to the head of that media organization, they received photographs and descriptions at the time, though the origin of the information—specifically, who sent it—has since been lost. Had it been anyone else, they would surely have chosen to hide, living in obscurity to evade pursuit by the Sun Kingdom's police and the Yamaguchi-gumi. But who is Qin Shao? Of course, he wouldn't adopt the ordinary person's approach. While everyone else turned their attention toward mountainous regions—more conducive to concealment—he remained seated on a beach chair at a seaside bathhouse, enjoying the refreshing comfort of sunlight, with the city's most renowned luxury hotel behind him. He had merely undergone a simple disguise, wearing a few false beards, and had not yet been questioned at all. It's no surprise—how could anyone suspect a guest who speaks fluent Sun Country Mandarin and resides in a luxury hotel's presidential suite, if that guest were actually a criminal? After all, such a high-profile presence would be hard to believe. Yet Qin Shao had done exactly the opposite—this had always been his specialty. ... Nakamura Shun-nan's face was pale with frustration. He simply couldn't believe that Qin Feng had single-handedly dismantled the entire Ryūkō group. Over three hundred of the group's elite had died on the streets—now the Ryūkō group was truly extinguished. "Mr. Nakamura," said Kōga Ichiku with a smile, "it seems your security arrangements will now have to be managed by us." When Nakamura Shun-nan learned that Qin Feng had clashed directly with the Ryūkō group, and that the Ryūkō group had gained a decisive advantage, he immediately sought to terminate his cooperation with the Kōga faction. Because he thought hiring these ninjas was too expensive—money wasted. Hakeda Ichimaru was naturally furious, and the two nearly came to physical blows. Yet at that very moment, the latest news arrived: the Ryūkō group had been severely battered, while Qin Feng had escaped unharmed. Naka Hisanori stood dumbfounded, while Hakeda Ichimaru laughed so hard his nose began to run. "You're such a big deal," he exclaimed, "you thought we weren't needed at all! You wanted us to keep working for you—then you must pay more, or we're out of the picture!" Naka Hisanori's face turned the color of liver. He never expected things to turn out this way—three dozen people against one, and yet they'd still lost. Who would believe that? Yet the facts were undeniable. There was no room for doubt. If only he had anticipated this outcome earlier, he could have stayed calm. Now, just moments ago, he had nearly clashed with Hakeda Ichimaru, and now he found himself having to praise him again—his face was truly ruined. He quickly flashed a bright smile and said, "Senior Kōga, I was just joking earlier. Our collaboration has only just begun, and there's certainly more to come!" "As for the price," Kōga Ichimaru hummed, asking. "The price will remain as previously agreed," said Nakamura Shun'nan with a smile. Kōga Ichimaru looked at him with deep intent, fixing his gaze so intently that Nakamura grew uneasy. Only then did he say, "That won't work, I think. Nakamura-san should increase the price—otherwise, it would be difficult for me to proceed. Considering how well we know each other, I won't press for much more than a three-percent increase. What do you think?"