The evil dragon has been released from prison; it will only kill, not save!

That's enough.

Qin Hao's voice wasn't loud, but Zhou Wanqing's words were stuck in his throat.

She couldn't explain why, but she suddenly felt a kind of pressure emanating from the man in front of her, which made her uncomfortable.

But in just a moment, she shook off that feeling.

"Why are you being so fierce? Aren't I telling the truth?" Zhou Wanqing took a half step back, her confidence growing stronger. "Everyone in the class knows about Qin Ruoqing's situation. She's dirt poor, works two jobs, and our counselor often calls her out for taking too many days off—"

"So you think you can make up stories about her however you want?"

"What did I say?" Zhou Wanqing said matter-of-factly. "I was just curious. She's someone who's so poor she can't even afford food, and suddenly she's shopping at MixC with bags worth thousands of yuan. What's wrong with me asking her a question? Can't I care about my classmate?"

"Brother Hao, let's forget it. Let's go." Qin Ruoqing tugged at Qin Hao.

Qin Hao didn't move.

"Caring about classmates?" He repeated those four words.

He tilted his head and looked at Zhou Wanqing.

"You know that Qin Ruoqing was bullied by her colleagues at the bubble tea shop last month, with them making her work extra shifts and order more orders?"

Zhou Wanqing was stunned for a moment.

"The regional manager of that bubble tea shop is your cousin."

Zhou Wanqing's expression changed.

Qin Hao continued, "Ruoqing was assigned to the busiest time slots, her rest time was cut down to only twenty minutes, and she would have half a day's pay deducted for being late once—these rules only apply to her."

"What are you doing—"

"Your cousin said, 'I'll teach that ungrateful, penniless bastard a lesson,' right?"

The milk tea cup in Zhou Wanqing's hand was squeezed out of shape.

The shorter girl next to her quietly moved back two steps.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Whether you're talking nonsense or not, you know it yourself." Qin Hao handed the shopping bag to Qin Ruoqing. "Ruoqing, take this."

He turned back to look at Zhou Wanqing.

"Little girl, stay away from my sister from now on. If I hear you talking about her again—I won't go after you, I'll go after your dad."

"You—" Zhou Wanqing's arrogance subsided considerably, but her stubbornness remained. "What right do you have to talk to me like that? Who do you think you are? You think you're so great just because you bought a few clothes at MixC?"

She took out her phone and quickly found a number.

"Wait here, the operations manager of MixC is my dad's friend, I'll call him over right now."

Qin Ruoqing grew anxious: "Brother Hao, let's go—"

Qin Hao smiled.

"Go ahead and hit me."

Zhou Wanqing pressed the call button in a fit of pique.

The phone rang for more than ten seconds before it was answered.

"Uncle Liu! It's me, Zhou Wanqing!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end, sounding somewhat lazy: "Wanqing, what's wrong?"

"Uncle Liu, I've been bullied on the third floor of MixC Mall! A man is threatening me here—could you please have someone from MixC Mall come and handle this?"

The person on the other end hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What's the situation? How serious is it?"

"This is serious! He even threatened to go after my dad!"

"Okay, don't rush. I'll have Old Chen go down and check; he's the floor supervisor on the third floor. Where are you located?"

"The hallway next to the shoe store!"

"Wait."

Zhou Wanqing hung up the phone and gestured with her chin towards Qin Hao.

"You just wait."

Qin Hao put his hands back in his pockets and stood still.

Qin Ruoqing was extremely anxious beside him, tugging at his sleeve: "Brother Hao...why don't we go first—"

"What's the rush?" Qin Hao patted her head. "It's so unusual for your brother Hao to get kicked out of the mall by security. Let me see it."

Zhou Wanqing snorted and waited with her arms crossed.

The shorter girl huddled behind her, looking on with an expression of anticipation.

Three minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing a walkie-talkie walked briskly from the direction of the elevator.

He wore a dark blue uniform with a name tag that read "Floor Supervisor Chen Zhi".

"Wanqing? What's wrong?"

Zhou Wanqing immediately put on a wronged expression: "Uncle Chen, it's this person—"

She pointed at Qin Hao.

"I was just exchanging a few words with my classmate when he started threatening me, saying he'd go find my dad. His attitude was absolutely awful; bullying a girl in your mall—"

Chen Zhi glanced at Qin Hao.

He wore a black casual suit, had a tall and straight figure, and possessed an air of sophistication that set him apart from the average person.

But Zhou Wanqing was someone Mr. Liu knew, so he couldn't refuse her.

"Sir, hello. What happened? Could we perhaps compromise?"

"It's nothing," Qin Hao said calmly. "She insulted my sister in public, and I reminded her a couple of times. That's all."

Zhou Wanqing panicked: "What do you mean by 'just a few words of advice'? You threatened to contact my dad! You even went into my private life—he found out where my cousin works! Isn't that stalking?"

Chen Zhi's expression turned troubled.

"Sir, um... in a public place, would you mind—"

"Can't you do what?" Qin Hao looked at him.

Chen Zhi swallowed.

"Could we...apologize to each other and let's call it even?"

"Make me apologize?" Qin Hao laughed.

"No, no—" Chen Zhi waved his hand, "I mean, both sides should take a step back—"

Zhou Wanqing stamped her foot beside her: "Uncle Chen! Please ask him to leave! He's threatening customers in your mall!"

Chen Zhi was caught in the middle, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"This... Wanqing, he's also one of our customers—"

"So you're just going to ignore it?" Zhou Wanqing raised her voice. "I'll have Uncle Liu come personally!"

She took out her phone again.

Qin Hao didn't stop her.

He turned and glanced at Qin Ruoqing.

The little girl clutched the shopping bag, her face showing a numbness born of being used to being bullied.

Qin Hao took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

It was answered after two sounds.

"Manager Yu."

Yu Zhendong's voice came from the other end: "Chairman, what are your orders?"

Who manages MixC?

Yu Zhendong paused for a moment: "MixC... Longhai MixC? It's under the China Resources Group. However, the property management company is 'Fanshang Management,' a subsidiary of Haofan Group. The entire operation contract for MixC belongs to us."

Qin Hao moved the phone away from his ear a little.

What is the name of the person in charge of operations at MixC by Fanshang Management?

"The person in charge is Qian Houcheng, the vice president of our Fanshang Management."

"Have him come to the third floor now."

Yu Zhendong didn't ask a single question.

"I'll be there in five minutes."

Qin Hao hung up the phone.

Zhou Wanqing was on her second phone call with "Uncle Liu," talking animatedly.

"Uncle Liu, please tell Chen Zhi to kick this person out! He's still standing here—"

Chen Zhi stood to the side, wringing his hands, unsure of what to do.

Qin Hao leaned against a pillar and waved to Qin Ruoqing.

"Come here, don't stand so far away."

Qin Ruoqing moved closer and whispered, "Brother Hao, there's really no need to argue with her... That's just the kind of person she is, always talking nonsense—"

"If people with foul mouths aren't taught a lesson, they'll think the whole world owes them something."

Four minutes later.

Hurried footsteps came from the direction of the elevator.

A middle-aged man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked over quickly, followed by two assistants.

Chen Zhi turned around and almost dropped the walkie-talkie.

"Mr. Qian?"

The person who came was Qian Houcheng, the head of operations at MixC.

Vice President of Fanshang Management.

Why did you actually go up to the third-floor corridor today?

Qian Houcheng glanced at the scene and locked onto Qin Hao within two seconds.

He strode forward.

"Mr. Qin."

His tone was respectful, and he bent his waist slightly.