Two people brought out Mr. Hirata Ichiro with half his face swollen, and approached Qin Feng and Mr. Hirata Keiko. Keiko, seeing her father beaten, immediately rushed over and asked with concern, "Dad, are you all right?" A subordinate of Watanabe blocked her way and said angrily, "You're only after money, aren't you? Why make such difficulties for my father? He's so old—what if something happens to him? Can you really afford to take responsibility?" Qin Feng agreed, "Exactly. Your behavior is truly excessive!" Watanabe coldly replied, "Both of you, how have we been excessive? This is a hostage situation—our guest refuses to cooperate, so we naturally have to take some strong measures. Can we be blamed for that?" "Keiko, I'm fine," said Mr. Hirata Ichiro. Watanabe immediately brightened: "Look, the person herself said she was fine. You two have already seen him, so shouldn't you now bring the remaining money over? How about this—Ms. Kiyoko stays here, and this gentleman goes out to raise funds. I'll give you two hours. Isn't that reasonable? You look like someone with means—shouldn't be difficult, right?" Qin Feng and Qingzi exchanged a glance and smiled: "Forty billion yen—indeed, that's not much for us." This was the signal they had agreed upon to begin the action. Only Hatoyama remained puzzled: "Forty billion? Wasn't it ten billion?" His words drew the attention of several of the kidnappers. Before he had finished speaking, Qin Feng had already moved, and Qingzi made a forward motion, pushing aside the man who had been blocking her, wrapping her arms around her father and both of them kneeling down together. Thud... thud... thud... Qin, the young man, fired simultaneously from both sides, his two semi-automatic pistols—each equipped with large-capacity magazines—roaring with fury. Before the opponents could react, before they even had time to see how the guns had appeared, they were struck squarely in the brows, falling lifeless to the ground, reporting directly to Yama-ba. Of course, if Yama-ba were willing to take care of these Sun people, he'd probably classify their souls as belonging to the animal kingdom. The incident unfolded in the blink of an eye. Among the group of about fifteen, only Uebu managed to survive, cradling his head as he knelt on the ground. It wasn't really due to his swift reaction or nimble movements. Rather, since the beginning of the incident, Qin had deliberately spared him. As the leader of the kidnappers and a minor official of the Yamaguchi Group, to simply kill him without first inflicting some suffering would have been too generous. Thump... thump... The sounds of bodies falling one after another continued. Qin Feng paused his shooting, lowered his left hand, kept his right hand firmly on the gun aimed at Watanabe, and said, "You're the one who's been demanding higher prices, aren't you? Stop looking around—now there's only you alive. Do you think I'll talk to the dead?" "Sir, I'm truly sorry—I beg you to forgive me," Watanabe immediately wilted, pleading, "I shouldn't have kidnapped Mr. Hirata. I certainly shouldn't have demanded payment and raised my prices at the last minute. How about we settle this misunderstanding once and for all?" "Settle it once and for all," Qin Feng said coldly. "Why? You kidnapped my people, and now you want to settle it all off with me? Is there any such thing as good fortune like this in the world?" Watanabe, sweating profusely, said, "You've already punished me by killing so many of my subordinates. They're dead now, and I'll have to pay a substantial condolence sum. That's why I've been so reluctant..." "Your point is that this condolence sum should have been my responsibility, and now you're using it to offset the cost of having me kidnapped, correct?" Qin Shao smiled with even greater depth. It was truly astonishing—under these circumstances, he could still propose such an absurd request. The Sun people must truly hold themselves in high regard. Watanabe's sweat increased even more. He realized this was indeed a rather foolish move and quickly added, "No, that's not what I meant. How about this: I, as the president of the Yamaguchi-gumi branch, solemnly swear that from now on I will never trouble you or Mr. Hara and his family again. In return, let's settle this matter once and for all." Still calculating on his own, Qin Feng lowered his gun by an inch. Watanabe thought he would agree and managed to force a smile on his face. Thud… The bullet whistled past, leaving a gushing wound in his right leg, and he immediately cried out in pain. "Do you have the leverage to negotiate with me? As you said, the hostages are in your hands, and thus you hold the initiative—yet now, the initiative is in my hands." Qin Feng realigned his aim on the man's forehead and asked, "Earlier, you raised your price—not merely because I'm a wealthy man, but also because there was a hidden scheme. What is it? Tell me now, or I'll blow your head off!" Watanabe was terrified beyond measure. To survive, he had no choice but to speak the truth: "I wanted to make clear lady Qingzi's position, forcing her to sign an agreement to appear in our film. My plan was to use you and Mr. Hondo as hostages, compelling her to comply. When I learned you were a wealthy man, I thought—why not secure an additional profit?" What film? Qin Sha frowned. In his view, for a serious film, it would surely not resort to such crude tactics. He whispered, "A-V films!" Hatake Ichiro and Hatake Keiko were furious. Originally, the old man had thought Qin Feng's methods a bit excessive, but now he realized these people truly deserved to die. Qin Feng suppressed his anger and asked again, "How many presidents like you in your Yamaguchi Group? How many members? I need specific figures!" Watanabe answered honestly, "We have over one hundred presidents, more than ten thousand members, and over one hundred thousand members. I'm just a minor figure—please let me go. I swear, as long as you release me, I'll never challenge you again in my life. I promise to protect Mr. Hatake from any further harm!" "Sorry," Qin Feng said, pressing the trigger. A bullet pierced Watanabe's brow, splintering the skull and spraying brain matter across the room. Qingzi couldn't bear to witness this scene and had turned her head long before the shot was fired. Qin Feng frowned slightly, surprised that a mere underworld syndicate could have over ten thousand core members and more than one hundred thousand members—now it made sense why they could dominate the Sun Nation, even police dared not intervene. "Mr. Hirata, are you all right? I came a little late, and you've endured so much suffering," he offered a warm smile, asking with genuine concern. "I'm truly fine," the elder replied. "Just got a slap. Qin-san arrived just in time—both to save me and to prevent Qingzi from being pushed into the fire. Thank you so much!" How polite of you—your daughter nearly fell over from your brother's hands. This is nothing but what one should naturally do. In his heart, he thought this, yet on his lips, he remained courteous: "Since this matter stems from my actions, I naturally have to see it through to the end. I'd like to know what plans you have moving forward. I believe the Yamaguchi-gumi won't be content with just this."