?Mobile reading Qin Feng's concern was well-founded. Today, a Watanabe comes to settle matters; tomorrow, another might show up. After all, three hundred and more members of the Longkou group died right outside the restaurant. How can you possibly claim there's no connection between that and the restaurant? Moreover, the underworld has always been made up of people who don't adhere to logic or rules. Watanabe's kidnapping of Harada Ichiro has already made everything clear—these people don't need any justification or excuse. They simply act. Harada Ichiro, though a steady and reliable man who has always been so, is far from naive. What Qin Feng can think of, he generally can anticipate. The restaurant was inherited from his father and has been running for nearly sixty years. To let it go now would truly be difficult. Those people wanted to target him solely—then he could have endured it, after all, since he was now elderly and dying a little earlier or later wouldn't have made much difference. But eventually, the matter had to involve his daughter, which was something he simply couldn't bear. Honestly, he now truly had no options left. He spoke up: "Qin Sang, what should I do?" Qin Feng smiled—he had been waiting for exactly this moment. "I recommend that you take Qingzi and come with me to the Chinese nation," he said warmly. "I know you've invested so much effort into your restaurant. Then, move the entire establishment over. For items that can't be relocated, renovate them exactly as they are now!" Qingzi's eyes lit up. "Dad, this is a wonderful idea! Once we arrive in China, with Feng protecting us, we'll never have to worry about being harassed by the underworld again!" "Qin Feng continued, "Moreover, I've always wanted to establish a cultural media company specializing in film and television production. Once that's done, Qingzi will have a solid career path as well—my plan is to tailor several films specifically for her!" Hirata Ichiro was genuinely moved, yet he also harbored concerns, saying, "I know that most of your Chinese colleagues don't hold us Sun people in high regard. If you really open a restaurant there, will the business be successful?" This was indeed a significant question, but for Qin Feng, it was nothing short of routine. He replied, "The Chinese have long held a negative sentiment toward you, stemming from your country's invasion during the 20th century, which caused deep wounds. Over time, one would expect that such resentment to fade. However, your current sense of arrogance and your reluctance to acknowledge history have sparked a new wave of resentment among the Chinese. As long as you are willing to confront history and consistently deliver excellence in your cuisine, I'm confident you will earn the trust and recognition of your audience." "Qingzi is right—exactly as he said," agreed Akihiko. Ichiro nodded and said, "The Germans have done much better in this regard. Though they caused greater damage to the world initially, few people today harbor resentment toward them. It's our weakness to hesitate in confronting history. Since both of you are so confident, what could a half-retired old man like me possibly worry about? Then let's go—let's move to the People's Republic of China!" In fact, even without the silent pressure from the Yamaguchi-gumi, Qin Feng couldn't have left Qingzi alone here, and Qingzi herself wouldn't have been willing to leave her father and go to China alone. Therefore, a full family relocation was the most natural outcome. Qin's heart was filled with joy, and he generously declared, "All expenses will be covered by me. I'll immediately arrange with my friends back home, have them begin searching for suitable premises, secure the leases, and then proceed with the basic renovations right away!" "Truly, it's been a great bother to Qin Sang. We really don't know how to thank you adequately," the old man said sincerely. Though the Sun Nationals might be somewhat tedious, their etiquette was truly outstanding—something that even a nation that has always prided itself on being a land of refined customs now finds hard to match. Although both father and daughter had agreed to relocate the family, Qin Feng still felt it necessary to thoroughly weaken the Yamaguchi group, to eliminate lingering uncertainties. Should those uncertainties eventually erupt, it might be too late by then. Having safely settled the father and daughter, he quietly set off. He knew the Yamaguchi group's most significant local stronghold—information obtained through He Muqing's connections with the International Police. It was reportedly that the group's top executives were gathering here for a meeting. As the night deepened, he approached within 300 meters of the base. Already, he could see Yamaguchi's undercover patrols at a distance of one kilometer, and even closer, several layers of defensive arrangements had been established—clearly indicating the presence of high-ranking officials within. "Heh, quite a stroke of luck, my luck," he murmured. "He smiled to himself, his target clearly the building ahead. It was a slightly aging office building, with the Yamaguchi Group leasing the top two floors as their command center here. In a lavishly decorated conference room, a group of fifteen Japanese nationals sat around a conference table, ranging in age from the young—some barely in their thirties—to the elderly, with white hair and gray beards. Sitting in the main seat was a square-faced middle-aged man, his broad cheeks conveying a clear message: 'I'm not easy to deal with.' His expression was somewhat gloomy as he looked at several of the others who were低头, speaking in a measured tone, 'What on earth is going on? The Yamaguchi Group has been wiped out now for some time, yet you still haven't identified the killer. According to our rules, what should we do now?' Several of them were sweating profusely—under the rules of the association, failure to fulfill one's duty meant seppuku." At that moment, someone's phone rang. He picked it up carefully, speaking with care: "Hello, what's up? Please hurry—I'm busy right now... Oh, really? Okay, I understand. I'll report this immediately to the head of the division!" After hanging up, he looked up and said, "Head of Division, we've just received new information: Mr. Watanabe and several of his associates have been murdered!" "What?" The head of division blinked in surprise. Even with the current issues in the Ryūkō group, something has happened to Watanabe again. The person explained: "Yes, Mr. Watanabe and his team had taken Mr. Harada, the owner of the restaurant, hostage—originally intending to collect a ransom and pressuring his daughter, Ms. Harada, to co-star in a film. Unexpectedly, they were all killed without a single sign of struggle. They were all murdered while completely unprepared!" The head of division furrowed his brow: "Are Watanabe's people really that incompetent? They just watched helplessly as someone else killed them!" "That does indeed seem very unusual." "He added, 'Everyone was hit in the forehead, except for Mr. Watanabe, who took an additional shot to the leg. From the wound patterns, it's clear that the bullets came from two handguns!' The deputy team leader furrowed his brows further, 'So there was another person who went with Gentaro Kondo to rescue the hostage, isn't that right? Isn't Mr. Watanabe getting a bit forgetful? For a kidnapping case, a third person should have appeared—let's immediately investigate what exactly happened at that moment!' 'Yes, sir.'"