Mr. Qin!?

Are all these people here to welcome Mr. Qin?

Which Mr. Qin?

Who is this Mr. Qin?

Now, only one thought occupied everyone's mind: Who *is* this Mr. Qin? To actually have the head of the illustrious He Family of Beijing, a family with six hundred years of prominence, leading all members of their Legitimate Line to welcome him—and even kneeling on the ground! Incredible! It's truly unbelievable! Who exactly is this Mr. Qin, that he commands such a grand gesture from the He Family, and for them to assume such a humble posture in welcome?

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, pointing at Qin Heng, "It can't be him, can it! Doesn't he also have the surname Qin? And his status is exceptionally high; a single word from him could get a student expelled from Central Finance!"

As soon as these words came out, a shocked buzz spread through the crowd.

In the business class carriage, almost everyone's gaze turned to Qin Heng. Although they still didn't know Qin Heng's full name, they knew his surname was Qin. Moreover, Qin Heng's earlier behavior truly resembled that of a legendary, immensely powerful figure from the highest echelons, far above ordinary people!

Could it be? Is he truly the Mr. Qin those people outside are waiting to welcome?

HISS!

The people in the carriage couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath, their expressions filled with shock and disbelief as they stared at Qin Heng, eyes wide, utterly astounded.

If it were really so, then who exactly is this young man with the surname Qin? That would be too terrifying to contemplate! Those people outside are all distinguished figures! And now they're here, kneeling on the ground to welcome someone. This is a kneeling welcome! It's like subjects greeting their emperor! It's like believers welcoming their God! This is the highest honor in welcoming rites! How could such a thing happen!? It's too horrifying!

Bo Ling noticed their gazes and quickly stood up. "Everyone, don't overthink it," she said. "Mr. Qin was able to have Central Finance expel Gu Xing for other reasons. He's likely not the Mr. Qin these people are looking for."

By now, she had essentially determined that the young man with the surname Qin in front of her was probably Qin Heng, son of Qin Fa from the Daqin Group. That was why she addressed him as 'Mr. Qin'.

While Qin Heng's status was indeed noble, and his family controlled assets worth trillions, giving them the ability to persuade Central Finance to expel a student, but to have the Legitimate Line of the six-hundred-year-old He Family kneel in reception? That's absolutely impossible. Even if Qin Fa himself arrived, the He Family wouldn't organize such a massive welcoming contingent. This 'Mr. Qin'... who exactly are they referring to?

Bo Ling was also very puzzled. She looked around, her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she pondered. Could it be that there's another distinguished person with the surname Qin in this train carriage? That would be too much of a coincidence.

After hearing Bo Ling's words, the surrounding people also looked at Qin Heng doubtfully, feeling that what she said made sense. After all, whether it was the matter of the deposits or getting the university to expel someone, it could all be attributed to the influence of Qin Heng's family, not necessarily his own capability. That seemed plausible.

However, since the He Family had come to welcome someone, the person they were welcoming must undoubtedly be 'Mr. Qin' himself.

A youth of only seventeen or eighteen, even if his family background is incredibly strong, wouldn't warrant the He Family doing this, surely! This is no ordinary welcome, after all! This is kneeling on the ground, prostrating oneself, assuming the most humble position to welcome an esteemed person! What kind of person would be treated by the He Family in such a manner?

"Perhaps it's the person I'm thinking of."

Just then, a young man in his twenties stepped forward. He wore a clean, neat white shirt and stood about 1.75 meters tall. He wasn't exceptionally tall but was very handsome with an upright posture—what one might typically call a good-looking guy.

"For more than two years now, the state has been subtly popularizing knowledge about the Martial Dao through various means. You all know this, right?"

The young man smiled. "Open Force, Hidden Force, Transcendence Realm—these are the hierarchical levels of the Martial Dao."

"That's right, that's right! I've seen it on forums; it's indeed so. It's said that Martial Artists in the Transcendence Realm are unbelievably strong—capable of exhaling blades, walking on water, and moving faster than cars!"

"I've also visited martial arts forums. There are posts there explaining the combat power of Martial Artists. A Martial Artist at the Half-Step Transcendence Realm can flatten a BMW with a single palm strike. So impressive!"

"What are you trying to say? Is the He Family welcoming a Martial Artist this time? A Grandmaster of Transcendence?"

The surrounding people couldn't help but be puzzled. The young man had spoken only halfway, making everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Half correct, half wrong," the young man shook his head. He glanced at Bo Ling and, seeing her curious gaze, felt a surge of superiority. He chuckled, "The He Family is indeed welcoming a Martial Artist, but not a Grandmaster of Transcendence."

He paused again, smiling at the crowd but saying nothing more.

Now, the people in the carriage grew anxious. Looking at the young man, they started shouting, a wave of agitated emotion sweeping through them.

"Hey, come on! Finish what you were going to say! Don't you know that people who leave stories hanging get bad karma?"

"Go on, don't stop! Why did you suddenly stop again?"

Bo Ling also frowned slightly. "This Martial Artist you're talking about," she said, "is he the one the He Family is welcoming? As far as I know, the He Family is incredibly powerful. What kind of Martial Artist could make them extend such a greeting?"

She was skeptical and found his words hard to believe; they seemed too outlandish. As a senior director of a Daqin Group branch office, Bo Ling had encountered Martial Artists at the Open Force and Hidden Force levels. She knew that while these Martial Artists were far stronger than ordinary people, they were still vulnerable when facing firearms. Usually, these Martial Artists merely served as bodyguards. Strictly speaking, they didn't even qualify to enter high society. So how could they possibly make the Legitimate Line of the He Family come here and kneel in welcome? Impossible!

"You're unaware of something," the young man said with a smile. "This Mr. Qin isn't an ordinary Martial Artist. He is the renowned Qin Wudi! The one ranked first on the Land Rankings, Qin Xuantian! He's the famous Innate Great Grandmaster! It's said he once battled Japan's Innate Great Grandmaster, Miyamoto Zong, and buildings within a four to five-kilometer radius were shattered. That's completely superhuman combat strength! Even if the He Family has a long history, profound heritage, immense power, and a vast network, none of it matters before such an individual. In the presence of such a powerhouse, worldly affairs lose all significance."

Shattering buildings within a four to five-kilometer radius!? How terrifying that power must be! Even bombs aren't that powerful!

As the young man finished speaking, the entire carriage fell silent, everyone holding their breath. They stared at the young man in disbelief. What he had just said was shocking, unbelievable.

However, if what he said was true— if such a terrifying Martial Artist truly existed and was arriving, perhaps the He Family really *would* kneel to welcome him!

For a moment, the entire carriage was incredibly silent. Everyone was engulfed in shock.

"Then where is this Mr. Qin?" Bo Ling asked doubtfully. "Since the He Family is here to welcome him, he must be in this carriage, right? Who is he?"

There weren't many people in the business class carriage. All told, there were only a dozen or so people, easily seen at a glance.

"Heh heh," the young man said with a smile, his eyes squinting as he eyed Bo Ling, a glint of greed in their depths. "Mr. Qin moves mysteriously, like a Divine Dragon that shows its head but not its tail; even the He Family might not truly know his whereabouts. However, I know Mr. Qin. Miss, if you'd like to meet him, I can take you!"

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