And just as it was on the bus, although some people were unhappy that the beautiful lady had been touched, they still adopted an indifferent attitude, choosing to do more with less. When seeing her daughter being harassed by the thugs, Fang Yuan immediately picked up a large spoon and stepped forward; Li Ru quickly stopped him and quietly said: "It's someone from the Tiger Clan—just calmly speak with them, in front of so many people, they won't dare to take any action." As they were talking, Qin Feng had already walked over with steady steps, pulling her behind and asking gently, "Fang Fang, are you okay?" Fang Fang responded softly: "I'm fine." Qin Feng pointed at the punk man's nose: "They've been treating you unfairly, haven't they?" Fang Fang stammered, unable to meet the truth: "No, no—these are regular customers. They're just being friendly with a little joke." By choosing to endure quietly, Fang Fang only made the punk man more arrogant and demanding. He gave Qin Feng’s hand a firm pat and said dismissively: "Young fellow, get out of here now! Brother Chen can simply pretend nothing happened—otherwise, you’ll see what happens… ah…" Plop! The very man claiming to be Brother Chen lay sprawled on the street, looking utterly stunned—he himself didn’t know how it had all unfolded. Only then did Qin Feng slowly lower his raised leg. The other young men stared at him with wide-eyed expressions, completely astonished by the sheer power of that single foot movement. They believed they never possessed such a skill before. "Have your meal," Qin Feng declared, radiating an aura of supreme confidence as he looked directly at each of them, "and enjoy it thoroughly—don’t make any unnecessary fuss. Just pay up and leave now!" "You dare challenge our Brother Chen! Do you know who he is? He's the younger brother of Brother Chen from the Tiger Clan… ah—" Plop! The man who had spoken so boldly collapsed directly onto the punk man, both shouting out in a dramatic, pig-like chorus of pain. No one could see Qin Feng’s foot movement—his action was simply too swift. Realizing they’d hit rock bottom, the remaining men kept silent and managed to crawl to the street, helping up the two who had been struck. "Wait," Qin Feng shouted loudly, "do you really intend to leave without settling your bill?" The men were so startled that their legs trembled, quickly pulling out three or four hundred-yuan bills and placing them carefully on the table at the outer edge. "You either have some spirit—or else, just go!" the punk man declared with a strong voice. "If you don’t settle this matter today and bring down this very restaurant, then I won't even be called Chen anymore!" A man who stands up to fight with his fists should not now merely retreat in embarrassment—what's more, making threats on the way out is truly beneath dignity. Some diners admired Qin Feng and regretted that they hadn’t been as bold; others expressed concern—for this was the Tiger Clan’s territory, and by challenging their brother Chen, they would surely face serious consequences. Li Ru’s evident worry already made it clear. This area is a traditional street neighborhood—comparable to being somewhat neglected compared with newer, more vibrant districts outside. Aside from city planners and municipal officials who barely understand how to manage things, gangs have long dominated the streets here. Take the Fang family, for instance—their business has been consistently strong, yet they’ve been repeatedly challenged by both the white-collar and black-market players. What remains now is only enough to sustain basic living costs. Otherwise, neither of the two parents would be so frugal as to refuse even hiring a simple waiter. Li Ru approached, speaking with a tone of mild criticism: "They were just playing around with Fang Fang—now look! You’ve challenged Brother Chen’s younger brother. Will he simply let it go? And you've now dragged our whole family into this mess. How are we supposed to continue running the restaurant if such events keep happening? You’ve truly done us harm." Fang Fang protested immediately: "Mom, it was only for my sake that he stepped in—why can’t you see that?" It's no wonder women are naturally outgoing—Li Ru gave her daughter a sharp look. "That doesn't require such an intense confrontation! Brother Chen will surely send someone to complain—what then?" Fang Fang continued to resist: "Then file a police report, don’t you think there’s still justice available?" Li Ru sighed with resignation: "If the police could manage it, the Tiger Clan would have been wiped out long ago. Haven't you heard of the ongoing conflict between police and gangs? We’ve paid them three thousand yuan monthly for just such a service—this is something you're well aware of." Even Fang Yuan, who was otherwise quiet and steady, now looked deeply concerned. The surrounding guests, upon hearing this, rose one after another to pay their bills, hoping not to be caught in the ripple effect. Qin Feng smiled and patted his chest warmly: "Mr. Fang, Madam, please rest assured—should any of those people come to bother us, I’ll personally handle it." The couple sighed—they could only hope that matters would work out peacefully with the Tiger Clan. Even if they had to pay a little extra or face some losses, they couldn’t afford to lose this business venture—otherwise, their entire family would have to live off whatever remained in the wind. Qin Feng’s confidence, however, did not instill much optimism among the three. In fact, Fang Fang kept urging him to leave immediately—certainly, the Tiger Clan wouldn't forgive such an incident. "Miss Fang," Qin Feng began shifting the topic, "you’ve lived here for over twenty years—I’d like to ask you about someone." He asked: "About fifteen years ago, there was a family of the Qin surname living in a residential complex on the northern side—the man used to be a boxing champion and the woman was a primary school teacher—do either of those names sound familiar?" Qin Feng’s father, Qin Wei, had once been a professional boxer, winning a championship at the National Games. In the surrounding area, he was well known—notably, if he had wanted to, he could have also won a world title in the lightweight division; yet the sports committee consistently lacked support for boxing compared with national tennis and badminton teams or diving. Fang Yuan asked: "Is the person you're referring to Qin Wei?" Qin Feng didn’t notice Li Ru’s subtle facial expression—had it not been for Fang Yuan's timely question, she would have mentioned the name herself. Qin Feng became animated: "Yes! Yes! Exactly Qin Wei!" Li Ru stepped in before her husband could speak: "What do you want to talk with him about? He’s surely one of our generation’s top wealthy individuals—since fifteen years ago he launched Qin Group, now worth over one hundred million yuan. In fact, even Fang Fang works at a company under the Qin Group!" Wait! Qin Feng was startled—the man who in his memory had only known running and boxing turned out to have become successful. That means—we’ve stumbled upon the unexpected transformation: we are now second-generation heirs to wealth! Such a surprise arrived so quickly, it felt just a little overwhelming. As for money—his account had reached a peak of six million euros at most; however, with the collapse of the Isle of Death, that entire sum has since disappeared. Qin Feng managed to suppress his excitement and asked: "Where does the Qin family currently live?" The couple’s expressions changed immediately. Fang Yuan sighed: "We’re not exactly sure anymore. Mr. Qin Wei has always been very attentive to our older residents—take Fang Fang, for instance, who just graduated from university with little experience—she managed to secure a position at the Qin Group. Many young people in this neighborhood are like that. Yet, even though he’s been such a kind and generous person, he passed away just six months ago." Wait! A wealthy elder has passed away—what now for me as a second-generation heir? Share this story This book is from