While en route to the Da Qin Group, Qin Shao once again noticed that someone had taken a keen interest in him. He glanced at the rearview mirror and sighed, "It seems Wang won't be giving up. Yueyue's wife, it must be because you're too beautiful—so the other party simply can't let go!" The beautiful counselor was taken aback, then expressed her outrage, "Is being beautiful a crime? This isn't something I can control. That star child truly isn't a good person. What are you going to do, husband?" "Those who push themselves to their limits will ultimately meet their end," he said calmly. "Alright. Since you've already sentenced him to death, I'll leave the rest to you." Chen Yue lay comfortably in her seat—not because she lacked compassion, but because such matters were better handled by men. Click-click… Several vehicles blocked their path ahead, completely cutting off their route, and soon more vehicles appeared behind them. Dozens of sturdy men leapt off the vehicle, the leader shouting and bellowing, "Who hit my brother? Step forward so I can see him! This matter isn't over today—I'm not just going to beat people up; I'm going to smash this car!" As soon as he finished speaking, several of them drew their weapons—hammers, rubber clubs, and more. Qin Shao calmly stepped down from the vehicle, while Chen Yue prepared to watch and learn—this was a perfect opportunity to gain hands-on combat experience. "Lads, come on!" the leader waved his arms. "The boss has instructed me to knock this guy out completely—break every limb!" A group of over a dozen men immediately surrounded him and launched their attacks. Even back when Qin Feng hadn't yet become a cultivator, he would have easily handled such a group of fifteen—no need to dodge or activate his spiritual shield. Simply relying on his strong defensive strength, he could absorb and ignore any assault. He first executed a dragon's tail sweep, sending the leading black-clad fighter crashing to the ground. Then, he pivoted and delivered a left punch to one man's abdomen and a right punch to another's face, followed by a series of swift kicks that sent three more to the ground. In the span of a few seconds, Qin had eliminated six opponents, effectively wiping out one-third of the enemy's active forces. Chen Yue couldn't help but shout excitedly from the car: "Husband, you're absolutely amazing! The moves you just used are only seen in action films—I never thought combat could be fought like this; it's absolutely thrilling!" During this brief moment of conversation, Qin knocked down another six. The final six either didn't even comprehend what was happening or tried to flee but simply couldn't take a step—many hadn't even completed their turn when they were sent flying by a single kick. With just a slight hesitation, Qin leapt high into the air and, upon landing, delivered five powerful kicks that brought five more to the ground. The only good thing was that their boss had stayed—he wasn't chosen because he looked more like a gangster, but because it signaled respect. If it was respect, then he had to endure more blows than his subordinates. The man's LCD screen went completely blank with shock. Even in movies, such a scene would have required at least symbolic hits for the supporting characters. How come these guys, who brought in such strong, capable subordinates from the provincial city—people known for their fighting skills, with no defeats to their name—were completely defenseless? Qin Sha moved even faster. A series of crisp "cracks" followed—one after another. When the sounds faded, he was already sprawled on the ground, his limbs twisted and deformed, with a clear foot print visible at his crotch. Having promised to break five limbs, he had to follow through—his reputation as a honest, dependable young man wasn't earned by chance. Next, he began clearing the road. He approached a car, first delivering a powerful punch that instantly dented the hood. Then he kicked it—sending a one-ton vehicle careening to one side. Following the same method, several cars were rendered total wrecks, scattered haphazardly along both sides of the road. Dusting off the dirt from his hands, he turned to Chen Yue and said, "Yueyue, you drive back first. I'll take care of the mess here. After that, we'll go find their owners. I won't be going to the office anymore!" "Got it." The beautiful counselor moved from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, smoothly taking the wheel and driving off. As the car passed by, he added, "From now on, just delegate business matters to your staff—there's no need for me to personally show up. Although the beautiful ones are often well-received, they're also frequently the ones most heavily challenged. These days, there simply aren't enough good people; there are too many bad ones!" "Ah-hah, and what about you?" Chen Yue didn't offer a direct answer but asked instead. "Hmm," Qin Shao frowned, then sighed, "Well, then, my husband, I suppose I can be considered a fairly decent person—quite a fair assessment!" "Ha ha, goodbye, husband!" Watching the car drive off into the distance, he shrugged and murmured, "That's quite fair, absolutely fair. Why wouldn't Yueyue believe that? Is it because I'm not a very good villain? Well, cough, cough..." In the dimly lit office, the Wang family's second-generation star had everything ready—ropes and whips lay on the sofa, candles and black tape were arranged on the coffee table. This office was one of the most private spaces in the company, accessible only to him. Countless girls had suffered abuse here, and he was known to be a true eccentric. Based on the timeline, the people dispatched should return soon with the woman—imagine the beautiful manager from Da Qin Group being subjected to such treatment. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement every time he thought of it. What's the point of being a girl of virtue and loyalty? Once she steps into this office, she'll find herself with no one to turn to—neither heaven nor earth will answer her calls. He pulled out a small blue pill from his pocket, removed one, and dropped it into his mouth. The medication took a while to take effect—perfect timing to go through all his moves on the other man, one by one, until he finally collapsed. After waiting a few more minutes, he grew impatient and reached for his phone, muttering, "How come it's so slow? The guys' efficiency is getting worse and worse!" Just as he was about to dial, a call came in—from one of his subordinates. He answered, "Hey, have you all eaten? How can something so simple take so long? Where are you now… Hold on, who is this?"