For the sake of confirming the actual meteor impact, several lucky survivors managed to find a meteor that crashed into the car showroom, leaving a deep dent. Eighty Electronics Book Of course, this meteor has been visiting Earth since thousands of years ago. Although authorities identified several puzzling points at the scene, people still believed in the event—according to reports, it was the leadership of the Jingcheng Municipal Committee who first believed in it. As for the deceased and injured, they received substantial compensation from a mysterious institution, though it remains uncertain whether the funds will reach the victims smoothly, or whether certain departments will extract their share along the way. The showroom owner also received compensation, which significantly eased the wounds of his heart. In the sky, Qin Shao smiled happily at the scene he had personally orchestrated. The crowd below bustled with activity, and the meteor that had been bearing the brunt of the blame was now being carefully lifted out by people in white coats, destined next for research institutions. The elegant inspector said with serious determination, "If I say I won't eat it, I won't eat it—no matter what!" How tragic indeed—what kind of life are Earth dwellers living? More precisely, what kind of life are the Chinese people living? It's no wonder the Sun-born nationals constantly emphasize that, should a large-scale nuclear war break out on Earth, only the Chinese and cockroaches would survive. As for Qin Shao, being a Chinese himself, he naturally wanted to champion his own people and ensure the others didn't feel too comfortable. He gave a sniff and asked, "Then how do you explain that box of tea you received yesterday?" "Tea isn't food, is it?" Qingya insisted firmly. "Alright, but it's certainly grown in an environment affected by pollution—just without chemical fertilizers or pesticides," he shrugged. The inspector glanced at him with a look of disbelief, "Isn't it just a box of tea? Why do you keep stressing about it? Are you really that stingy?" Goodness, my brother is that stingy. You're making Pig Eight turn around and blame someone else—then, how come you don't show a bit of generosity yourself? Six or seven elderly officials carefully flew over, bowing respectfully as soon as they saw the two of them, yet none of this had any connection to Qin Feng. "Sir, the matter has been fully handled," said the leading official, his face showing clear signs of distress. "Please, let us know what else you'd like us to do—we're more than willing to serve!" Their distress stemmed from the fact that they'd all been thoroughly squeezed by Qin. The exchange rate for gold was only one-tenth of the international benchmark, and for jewelry and fine jade, it was just one-hundredth of the market price—so that even after bringing in dozens of crates, they ended up with only a modest sum. Though they were furious, they dared not speak out directly, nor could they easily exchange their assets with ordinary people. They had to go through Qin Feng, and once they did, they were certain to be stripped bare. What they hadn't expected was how merciless Qin had been—setting prices so low that the entire group was left seething with resentment. Qingya didn't care much about the matter and, in fact, had no clear understanding of the prices involved—she always thought Qin, the young lord, was a genuinely kind-hearted person. This was the second reason why everyone could only grow angry but dared not speak out. If things escalated further and offended the Inspector-General, they'd have to report to Dong Qinkuan at the Hall of the King of the Underworld—wasn't it more important to have money or to have one's life? Anyone but someone as miserly as Gargantua would surely prioritize their life. Qingya glanced coldly at each of their faces and said, "The matters handled before have been managed well—you've earned your credits, so you may now return to your homes and focus on your cultivation. Should anyone dare to make a similar mistake again, they'll be severely punished!" Qin sighed, thinking it would be nice if they used a bit more fresh language—every time it was "severely punished," he was starting to feel like his ears were covered in calluses. But everyone else appeared hesitant and deferential, all promising solemnly that they would never again raise any objections—otherwise, they’d be struck by lightning or heaven itself would intervene, making it absolutely unnecessary to involve the Inspector-General. To such lukewarm pledges, Qingya actually believed. Oh, it's clear now—this Inspector-General is utterly inexperienced. Didn't you hear it all along? These people are merely saying it offhand. They're all seasoned players, accustomed to playing one set of cards in front of others and a completely different set behind closed doors. She had intended to remind her, but finally Qin simply chose to remain silent. Honestly, this incident has dealt a severe blow to the cultivation world, and it will take some time to recover. Among all the affected parties, the Xiaoyao Sect has suffered the most. When the group first came together, Dong Guankun brought along one junior disciple and three disciples at the Ji Mi stage. Yet Dong himself fell to Qin Shao's hands, and of the remaining four, three were killed by Qing Ya—leaving only one, who sustained injuries. As a result, the first sect plummeted out of the top five, making it extremely difficult to regain its first-place position. The Huo Shen Sect and the Piao Xiao Sect also suffered greatly, as both their abbots had perished, along with numerous disciples previously injured in severe combat at the Ji Mi and Kui Tian stages. The most astute was the Tong Ling Abbot—the Tong Ling Sect leapt from eleventh to sixth place, emerging as the clear winner. After the group dispersed, Qin Shao smiled and said, "Beautiful Inspector, what shall we do next? How about I treat you to tea, and also to a sampling of the premium herbs I personally cultivated?" "I have no interest," she replied with irritation. "I simply don't believe you can grow anything good under these conditions!" "You're underestimating me." "Qin少 narrowed his eyes: 'Among the tea you received yesterday, there were medicinal herbs I personally cultivated. Have they been contaminated? Don't treat an entire ship of people as if they're all at fault—this is an extreme approach, one that doesn't befit your status!' Qingya grew interested, staring at him for several seconds before gently opening her lips: 'So it seems you truly have something valuable. Excellent—then show it to me. Don't waste my sight!' Honestly, you still don't respect me. You'll see. With a graceful flick of his wrist, a herb resembling Er Cong Rong appeared in his palm. He spoke with pride: 'Look carefully—this isn't something any ordinary pharmacy could easily produce. So, do you finally recognize its worth?'