Back in the city, Chen Fan found Xia Bingqing.
He explained the situation.
Xia Bingqing was extremely surprised and said disbelievingly, "Someone is targeting Bingqing Beauty again?"
Chen Fan nodded, "It seems they have significant backing!"
Xia Bingqing gasped, "This... What should I do now?"
Chen Fan asked, "Have you had any business rivals recently?"
Xia Bingqing shook her head, "No... Currently, Bingqing Beauty is developing healthily!"
"I haven't heard any other rumblings either!"
Chen Fan nodded and casually replied, "Okay... I understand!"
Xia Bingqing continued, "Bingqing Beauty has become a leader in the cosmetics industry. Why are they still being targeted?"
Chen Fan casually remarked, "Envy!"
"Your products are too good, cutting into too many people's profits, so naturally they hate you!"
Xia Bingqing realized later that Chen Fan's words made a lot of sense.
"So... Should I continue with the advertising?"
Chen Fan pondered for a moment and nodded, "Continue!"
"I will handle the rest!"
Upon hearing that Chen Fan would handle it, Xia Bingqing immediately felt at ease and confident.
She had absolute faith in Chen Fan's abilities.
"Then thank you!"
Xia Bingqing winked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan accepted it with a calm expression.
Seeing this, Xia Bingqing felt a bit displeased.
Hmph... Go to hell!
Chen Fan visited Xia Bingqing merely to inform her.
With Chen Fan's reassurance, Xia Bingqing was no longer afraid and continued with the advertising shoot.
The Japanese men whose ankles Chen Fan had crippled earlier.
Gathered together.
The leader, named Yamada Jiro, said gravely, "The mission failed, the group leader will definitely punish us!"
"What do you think we should do now?"
The assembled group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
"This..."
"We don't know either!"
"We'll do as you say!"
"Yes... yes!"
Yamada Jiro said sternly, "If you ask me, I think our current injuries are not enough!"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Yes!"
Yamada Jiro explained, "What I mean is, our injuries aren't severe enough. Only if we appear sufficiently miserable will the group leader believe that our mission execution was fraught with extreme danger!"
Everyone agreed it made sense and nodded.
"We'll listen to you!"
"That's right!"
"Good..." Yamada Jiro nodded and added, "Then let's hurt each other!"
"Okay!"
Thus, to appear more pathetic, they inflicted injuries upon each other.
Each more disheveled than the last, though it also held a touch of the comical.
After completing these actions, Yamada Jiro took out his phone, opened the video, and called Takayama Kazuo, the leader of the Takayama Group.
"Gr-Group Leader, we have failed!"
"There was a master at Bingqing Beauty!"
"We... none of us were their match!"
"You see..."
The camera panned to show several injured individuals, each looking more disheveled than the last.
Some had broken arms, others broken legs.
Seeing this, Takayama Kazuo's initial anger gradually subsided, and he said, "What exactly happened? Tell me the detailed account!"
"Yes..."
And so, Yamada Jiro began explaining the events of that day like a machine gun.
It was like dumping garbage.
After listening, Takayama Kazuo was also greatly astonished, "Even a security guard at Bingqing Beauty is this formidable?"