"Mobile reading – 'Half-Moon Cut!' A low roar echoed from behind Qin Feng, and his first instinct was to retreat into the small tripod. The ninja's combat prowess, indeed, falls far short of that of the Kōgō family's Kōki. This time, the swordlight failed to reach Qin Feng's fading silhouette. Only you can vanish at will—so can I. The next instant, he appeared at the ground floor, swiftly severing the throats of the still-unconscious bodyguards. Since they were already severely wounded, saving them would only result in partial disability—why burden society and his family with such costs? The ninja leapt down from the window, swiftly drawing his Japanese sword and shouting, "Slanting Moon Cut!" A blade of light surged toward Qin Feng, who directed his flying swords to meet it. The swordlight was instantly cleaved in two, sending the two fragments flying in different directions—one leaving a mark on the wall, the other cutting through a small tree by the roadside. The flying swords continued forward, leaving a wound along the ninja's ribcage. The ninja spun around, took several steps back, and with his left hand produced something resembling a pill, then slammed it hard onto the ground. Pop... a white mist rose, and then he vanished. "By gosh, he's gone!" Qin, who had just been about to chop off his head to use as a target, was stunned—his opponent had simply slipped away without a word. What a lack of decorum! He glanced up toward the upper floors, where suddenly the sound of distant sirens echoed—police were on their way. That was unfortunate indeed. His own turn to make a quick exit—he stepped swiftly on his flying sword and departed. In the nearby grassy area, a pair of eyes filled with resentment peered out. The observer clenched his teeth and forced out a few words through them: "Chinaman, you'll regret this. Our Shadow Nins will not rest until we've settled this!" The Yamaguchi Group is well known throughout the Sun Country, though the government classifies them as a violent organization, they frequently appear in news reports and on the front pages. Ichiro Harada was sitting in the room watching TV, which was showing the explosion and gunfight at the Yamaguchi-gumi's headquarters. According to the police's initial count, the conflict had claimed the lives of dozens of senior executives and several dozen bodyguards. The old man furrowed his brows: "This can't be something Qin Sang did. He absolutely has the strength to do it. Aside from him, I simply can't think of anyone else who dares to challenge the Yamaguchi-gumi!" At that moment, he heard the sound of the window being opened in the adjacent room, along with his daughter, Yoshiko Harada's excited call. No doubt, Qin Feng had returned. Like her father, Yoshiko was watching the news and was certain it was Qin Feng who had done it. Just then, a sound of knocking on the glass reached her. She looked up and saw Qin Feng already outside the window. "Feng, how come you're outside the window?" she asked. Qin Dashi cupped her slender waist and gently nibbled at her lips, replying, "Because I can fly, I don't need to walk through doors—I can just go through windows, too!" The lady blinked in astonishment, "Really?" "Unsure? I can fly you along with me," he thought, and instantly the flying sword materialized beneath their feet, lifting them both into the air. Since it was their first time flying together, they only soared indoors to avoid overwhelming her with surprise. "Feng, you're truly amazing—outstanding!" the lady exclaimed, pressing a tender kiss upon his lips. Qin Dashi twisted his strong torso, and the two of them landed straight onto the large bed, in the position of her above him. Qingzi's cheeks flushed immediately. Though they had been close many times before, her pure nature still made her feel a little shy. "Qingzi, shall we try some kissing?" he asked with a cheerful smile. "Uh... yes," she murmured softly. "How about we try undressing each other?" he added, grinning mischievously. "This... that's good... okay..." Qingzi's face turned even redder. "After we've done kissing and undressing, shall we try the XXOO?" He said it with such unmistakable enthusiasm. "Feng... I... Qingzi is a bit nervous..." Qin, the young lord, was not at all upset—he was actually very satisfied with Qingzi's response. A person's mindset evolves gradually; if she had immediately agreed, Qin Feng would have begun to doubt whether her innocence was genuine or merely performed. Seeing that he remained silent, Qingzi asked carefully, "Feng, are you upset? I'm not refusing you—I just feel like I'm not quite ready yet. If you'd like, I can give it to you right now!" As she spoke, she began unbuttoning her outer blouse. "I wasn't meaning to sound that way—you misunderstood me," he said, smiling as he grasped her hand. "How could I possibly be upset? Qingzi is such a good girl, so thoughtful. I'm actually overjoyed!" "Is that really true, do you truly think so?" the beautiful woman asked, her large eyes blinking with genuine interest in Qin Feng's real thoughts. Qin, the young noble, didn't answer immediately. Instead, he paused for a few seconds, then nodded seriously and said, "I've always thought so!" Qingzi once again gently kissed him, and the atmosphere in the room became warmly intimate. Qingzi didn't know what Qin Feng meant. She turned to him. If he wasn't willing, she would refuse her father's proposal. Qin Shao nodded, and Qingzi smiled sweetly, saying, "Dad, please come in—Feng is indeed here!" The old man pushed the door open and entered. He was wearing wooden clogs; because of his age, he walked slowly and wobbly, as if still a bit shaken from the previous kidnapping incident. "Qin-san..." Qin Feng immediately interrupted Origuchi Ichiro, smiling, "Why don't you just call me Xiao Feng? Qin-san sounds rather formal. Would you like me to teach you how to say it?" "Of course, of course," the old man replied, smiling, and his daughter quickly brought a chair for him to sit down. Origuchi Ichiro got straight to the point, saying, "I've thought it over. To open a restaurant in China, I'll not only move all the current items from this store, but also transport all the ingredients we use for cooking directly from here—ensuring the authenticity of the flavors. Do you think this is feasible, Xiao Feng?" "It's not at all a difficult matter. There are dozens of flights daily between the Chinese and the Solar Kingdom, so air-freighting ingredients is nothing short of routine. He's growing more and more convinced that the old man has deliberately shown up—since this matter could be handled entirely by him, why bring it to the surface? Indeed, the old man still has more to say. With a touch of bashfulness, he adds, "Thank you for your care, Xiao Feng. It's thanks to your kindness that our parents and I have been able to stay safe and comfortable here. What are your plans for the future, you and Qingzi?"