In the lounge on the third floor, Mei Li was eagerly devouring her food, ignoring Liu Gongzi’s persistent toasts. Liu Gongzi’s face had turned nearly green. He had hoped to serve the finest red wine, pour it into the lady’s glass, and with her drowsy under the influence, he could then make his move. But to his surprise, she showed no interest in the wine priced at over ten thousand yuan per bottle—she barely glanced at it. Undeterred, he raised his glass again: “Miss Mei Li, let’s clink glasses. It’s truly a matter of fate that we’ve met amidst this crowd. In our culture, we place great emphasis on fate—so, for the sake of this bond, let’s toast to it.” Mei Li, a magical being, lifted her head and glanced at the tall glass in his hand. “This red wine is considered a budget choice in Europe. I’ve never tasted it.” “What?” Liu Gongzi exclaimed, eyes wide. “This bottle costs twelve thousand eight hundred yuan. How can it be considered a budget wine?” "Mei Li said with a cold smile, 'This Lafite red wine may not be the lowest grade at Château Lafite, but it ranks among the bottom few. According to the winery's regulations, China receives a quota of 40,000 bottles annually. Yet your people consume hundreds of thousands—sometimes even millions—each year. Even the lowest-grade wine you receive sells at a premium. The fact that they haven't sold you counterfeit wine is already a great gesture.' Liu's face turned crimson. He had always believed he was drinking the finest red wine and had even intended to boast about it—now he felt completely embarrassed. The beautiful elven woman continued, 'The kind of wine I usually drink is produced in only a few thousand bottles each year, with less than a hundred reaching China. As soon as they arrive, they're snapped up by collectors at high prices and rarely consumed. They simply aren't available for regular circulation. So, please, enjoy it yourself.' Liu had originally planned to present himself as a perfect blend of an official's son and a wealthy entrepreneur, aiming to win over the beautiful woman. But to his surprise, her taste was so refined—what could he do now? With a quick twist of his eyes, he reminded himself that he’d already invested several tens of thousands of yuan just for this meal. If he didn’t end up with her, wouldn’t that be a real loss? So he’d have to make it happen—after all, this was China. As a foreigner, what solid ground did she have? Even if she filed a complaint with the police, he’d easily handle it. He set down his cup with a cold smile, his lips slightly curled upward. A few minutes later, a crisp slap echoed through the room. "You dare to hit me? You're just going to take the penalty instead of enjoying the toast—didn’t I plan to take you to a luxury hotel? Here I am, now you’ve made me the one to be served!" "Pffft… smack… thud…" "Stay back! I warn you—The District Police Chief is my uncle. In any public setting, if you use violence, even as a foreigner, you’ll "Yes, then I'll be waiting." Inside the room, Liu, looking utterly defeated, curled up against the corner like a wounded creature. His entire suite of branded clothes had been torn into strips, his face now resembling that of a pig, every part of his body aching. Just moments earlier, he had reached out to make a move—only to have his hands met with a full barrage of blows before he could even complete the gesture of grabbing the lady's hand. Meanwhile, Mei Li sat with graceful composure on her chair, continuing to savor her meal as if nothing had happened at all. Fifteen minutes later, several police officers stormed in, accompanied by hotel security staff and managers. The lead officer rushed straight to Liu, asking, "Is Liu all right?" "Wang, she hit me!" Liu, now feeling like he had found his savior, pointed to Mei Li, who was still eating. The hotel manager exclaimed, "This is outrageous! How dare they assault our esteemed guest! Captain Ma, seize her right now and have her detained in the detention center for a year or so." Although everyone was struck by Miree's beauty and couldn't help but feel fondness and sympathy for her, they all maintained serious, gloomy expressions, fully aware of their responsibilities. Captain Ma glared at her, "You're still a foreigner, aren't you? Quite a strong-willed one! Do you know where we are? Do you know who you've just knocked down? Stand up and come with me—I'll make sure you don't have a pleasant evening today." Miree calmly set down her chopsticks. "Officer, shouldn't you first inquire into the circumstances of this incident before making a decision? Simply seizing me like this—doesn't that seem to be your usual procedure?" Captain Ma chuckled coldly, "How I handle things isn't something you need to worry about. All you need to do is follow instructions. Do you still wish to be detained? I'm quite willing to add another charge to your record." Miree's gaze, once warm and graceful, now turned icy. "Very well. Then go ahead and take me. But I'd like to remind you—you'll regret it. "Laozi is a police officer, and he never regrets anything related to his work." When he took umbrage, he never forgot to position himself on a moral high ground, waving his hand with authority: "Let's arrest them." Several police officers rushed in, each holding handcuffs. Meyi stood up, her face filled with amusement, saying, "This is the land renowned for its etiquette—today, I truly feel the warmth of your hospitality. Since you've volunteered to make yourselves a martyr, what else do I have left to be polite about?" Ma, the team leader, was momentarily stunned—what was this title, "Benzheng"? Was it his name? It sounded so unkind. Boom— A roar of explosion erupted, flames shooting skyward. Everyone in the dining room was thrown into the air, some crashing against walls, others shattering tables and chairs, followed by a chorus of cries of pain. Ma, himself, had blood trickling from his lips, shouting in panic, "It's a terrorist attack! Call for reinforcements!" "Mei Li, seeing yet another charge laid against her, snapped, 'You've got to be kidding!' Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of explosions rocked the restaurant, killing countless people. Nearby shops and vehicles parked nearby were also severely damaged, not to mention the pedestrians on the street. Boom! A massive hole was blown through the roof, and Mei Li drifted slowly out through it, her voice cold. 'How utterly contemptible the Chinese are! This is your hospitality—since you're so unreasonable, what reason do I have to be reasonable myself?' She then turned and shouted toward a specific direction, 'Stinkfish, come here immediately—destroy their city!' In truth, she had come to enjoy the cuisine, never intending to launch such swift hostilities against the Chinese nation. Even if she were to eradicate the cultivation realm and the Chinese realm, she would have waited until a large contingent of demonic reinforcements arrived on Earth. But Liu Gong, the restaurant manager, and those utterly unreasonable police officers had finally driven her to fury. A dragon shark, exceeding fifty meters in length, appeared in the distant sky, rushing swiftly toward the scene. Sensing the master's blazing fury, it too grew enraged, spitting out two larger energy spheres and then powerfully whipping its tail, which swept the towering buildings in half.