? Qingya glanced at the several people lying on the ground in pain, and said with some displeasure, "How could they have physically assaulted them?" Qin Feng huffed, "Big sister, they're not good people. Why should we hesitate to hit them? If we don't hit them, they'll keep bothering us. How will we ever get to eat?" "You're just a food lover," she retorted. "Once you hit them, who else will dare to sell us goods?" She also huffed. Qin Shao thought—didn't that exactly suit your intentions? With no one selling to you, you'd no longer have to spend money outside. Besides, what's the reason they shouldn't sell to us? He pulled out a one-hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the vendor beside him. "Bring me a few boxes of green bean cakes." The vendor received the money with great composure and then handed over the cakes. The beautiful Inspector stared in amazement—how could this be acceptable? After all, the vendor hadn't been hit. Why wouldn't he sell them goods if he was making a profit? At that moment, dozens of men carrying iron poles and axes came striding toward them from both ends of the street, bustling and shouting, gradually closing in. The once-hesitant leader finally stood up and barked, "It's that man and woman—have they already knocked out the man? Leave the woman alone; I'll personally train her myself." "Wow, so many people have come! Just perfect—I've been itching to get into action since earlier, and now I finally have a chance," he said with a cheerful smile. "Head, just wait a moment—I'll take care of them." "Wait a minute..." Before Qingya could finish speaking, Qin had already charged forward with the force of a lion rushing into a flock of sheep, and the sounds of punches and cries of pain immediately erupted. Plump... Boom... Thud... Ow... Ah... The once-confident leader now looked like a wilted eggplant, his heart full of frustration: How could it be so tough? One man fighting against thirty others—wasn't that beyond reason? The little street market was now in chaos, with vendors and customers scrambling to find shelter. Yet some still suffered the ripple effects—such as those knocked down In less than a minute, dozens of people had collapsed—most with fractures, over six in ten suffering from pain-induced dizziness. Qin Shao, since becoming an advanced cultivator, had rarely felt this exhilarated using his fists; his heart soared with satisfaction. "Stand there!" he roared, and the elder who had been trying to flee felt a jolt of surprise—his voice had just revealed his identity. Yet, merely pausing, he resumed running, as if a fool would stay put. How could one stay still and be turned into a human punching bag? He ran—did he really think he was escaping? Since the cultivation life had already been exposed, there was no point in hiding anymore. With a flick of his fingers, he shattered a初级 lightning spell. Crackle! A bolt of lightning materialized out of nowhere and struck him precisely, launching him off the ground before he crashed down, shattering countless tables, chairs, and desks. "A cultivator," someone exclaimed, and everyone now stared at Qin Feng with profound admiration. Someone immediately added, "I know him—he's Qin Feng, the one who fought the demonic forces during the European wars, our nation's pride." Wow, didn't know you were so well-known! He couldn't help but feel proud, bowing and smiling modestly, "Thank you, thank you—those were just things I should have done." "I love Qin Feng!" a bold girl declared, and several other girls eagerly stepped forward to express their admiration. Right away, a vendor holding a freshly roasted lamb leg said, "Qin Feng, I'd like to treat you to dinner—my daughter adores you. She has your photos hanging all over her bedroom. If you're not too busy, why don't you meet her?" "Old Zhang, you have the nerve to introduce your daughter to me for a match! Your daughter's not exactly beautiful—she's a 28-year-old 'leftover' woman. So, forget about it." "An older lady first scolded him, then immediately brightened up and said, 'My daughter is fifteen now, just starting high school—she's a well-known beauty and really admires you. Why don't you come over to my place tonight? If you two get along well, you won't have to leave after dinner.' Qin Shao's face showed several lines of frustration. After all, what's so special about me—just a bit more handsome and capable, right? Does everyone on the street suddenly want to make me their son-in-law and mother-in-law? I'm not short on that, I assure you. Seeing him so radiant, Qingya felt a pang of irritation. I'm the one who's in charge of this guy—how can you all ignore my presence? Waaah... waaah... waaah waaah... The streets at both ends were completely blocked by emergency vehicles. Dozens of police officers jumped down and rushed toward us. The chief officer at the head of the group shouted, 'Who's involved in the fight? What nerve! I want everyone arrested right away!' Qingya saw her moment of opportunity had finally arrived." She flashed into view, appearing before the police officers the very next moment. Qin, the young noble, quickly called out, "Head, don't move—hold on!" But before the word "move" even left his lips, Qingya had already taken action. She looked closely and indeed, everyone was staring at her with a strange, hard-to-understand gaze. Feeling a bit uncertain, she hurried over and whispered, "What's going on? After you hit someone, people praise you—after I hit someone, they just stare at me blankly, as if saying a single kind word would be fatal. Can it be that they're not used to seeing women hitting people, and thus find it so strange?" "The beautiful woman smiled wistfully and asked, 'Really... really?' 'Not just really—more than that, I have to congratulate you,' he said dryly. He glanced back at the police officer lying on the ground and took off running. As he chased after her, he called out, 'What are you running for?' 'Of course I'm running,' she said, waving her arms. 'I've knocked out the police—do I wait for them to get up and arrest me? And you've come along too? Stop, stop! I'll go first—you follow behind.' 'I'm such a fool,' Qin Sha hurried to catch up.