Chapter 87: Only I, of the Qin Name, Shall Remain

The night wind outside the Emperor Hotel carried a chill, dispersing the lingering noise and absurdity from the private room. Qin Feng stepped into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting at the door; Lei Zhan silently took the front passenger seat, and the car glided smoothly into the night.

Inside the car, silence reigned, broken only by the engine's low hum.

Qin Feng leaned back against the plush leather seat, closing his eyes to rest. The twisted face of Qin Hao, contorted by fear, flashed through his mind—without stirring the slightest ripple. To him, this so-called "younger brother," along with his grasping father, were merely unpleasant scenery glimpsed briefly on life's journey—brushed away, no need to remember.

Yet Qin Hao's appearance, and his unchanging aristocratic arrogance, had brushed against a sacred, inviolable corner deep within Qin Feng's heart.

The surname Qin.

This surname carried the memories of his life with his mother, the hardship and glory of his rise from the bottom, and would one day bear the eternal foundation of his immortal Empire.

And Qin Zhigang, Qin Hao—they too bore the surname Qin.

Did they deserve it?

They did not.

Their existence was a defilement of this surname, a silent mockery of the suffering he and his mother had endured. Like a bone-deep abscess, no matter how much he ignored them, they always emitted a nauseating stench from some dark corner.

In the past, he had been too lazy to bother, thinking crushing them was like crushing ants—no sense of accomplishment.

But now, his thoughts had changed.

Since they were so foolish, repeatedly trying to cling to him, even daring to flaunt themselves before him and his friends—

Then let them vanish completely.

Not physical annihilation—that would be too kind, and would soil his hands.

He wanted to sever, erase, from the very root, the branch of "Qin Zhigang" from the glory of the surname "Qin"! Let this surname, in the future, be linked only to him, Qin Feng, and the legends he created!

In the darkness, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, a cold, resolute light flashing in his gaze.

"Lei Zhan." He spoke, his voice clear in the silent cabin.

"Mr. Qin." Lei Zhan responded immediately, his tone steady.

"Qin's Building Materials in Nanzhou City." Qin Feng's tone was flat, revealing no emotion. "I want it bankrupted and liquidated within a month, its name erased from the business registration records. The responsible parties—Qin Zhigang, Qin Hao, and that stepmother—I want all their assets wiped clean, and burdened with legal debts they can never repay in a lifetime."

He paused, adding: "Make it clean. Use commercial methods."

"Understood." Lei Zhan gave no question, accepting the order immediately. To him, this was a simple task. With Yaofeng Capital's current power and resources, there were countless legal, compliant ways to crush a second-tier building materials company in Nanzhou City.

Qin Feng closed his eyes again, saying nothing more.

This was not because he was narrow-minded, unable to tolerate others. It was because he had established rules, drawn boundaries—none could challenge or defile them.

His sister would not be insulted.

His friends would not be slighted.

His surname would not be shared in glory!

Qin Zhigang's family had violated all three.

Then they must bear the consequences.

He would make everyone see clearly: to oppose Qin Feng—or even merely to be unworthy of sharing the same surname—would be their end.

The Rolls-Royce glided soundlessly through the glittering urban neon, like a monarch patrolling the dark night.

Qin Feng's thoughts sank again into the System Space. The vast screen, representing infinite knowledge and power, unfolded in his consciousness. His gaze swept past technologies capable of reshaping the world's balance, past the mysterious "Fortune Dominion" ability, finally settling on the personal attributes—the numbers representing wealth and influence.

This was his true foundation, the source of his resolve, his arrogance.

"The surname Qin…" Qin Feng murmured inwardly, a sovereign, world-conquering aura rising within him. "Only I, and my family, shall stand atop the world, making this surname resound across the heavens!"

"I, Qin Feng, am the beginning of the Qin lineage—and its only legitimate heir!"

At this moment, he was not merely clearing away annoying dust—he was laying the unshakable legal authority and majesty for his grand Empire blueprint.

The car pulled into the estate and came to a slow stop.

Qin Feng opened his eyes; the coldness and dominance had vanished, replaced by his usual depth and calm. He stepped out, looked up at the warm lights of the main house—the one person he loved, the mother he would die to protect.

All storms, schemes, and crushing forces beyond would be kept far from this warmth.

He adjusted his collar and walked steadily toward the light.

Far away in Nanzhou City, a silent yet brutally merciless capital hunt against Qin's Building Materials had begun, triggered by Qin Feng's single word.

The wheel of fate turned again, mercilessly. And this time, what would be crushed were the delusions of those who had no right to dream.