A Forceful Counterattack, and Chef Qin Chats with a Star Lord

The call ended, leaving Cheng Jianshe speechless. He had been grinning a moment ago; now his head was spinning, as if he had taken a blow from the Storm Hammer. What had Old Dong just said? He had said he would handle it!

In other words, Old Dong was taking the heat for Qin Fen. Good heavens, was this some kind of joke?

Old Dong, who had stayed out of worldly affairs for years, had appeared out of nowhere. The news hit like a thunderclap, leaving the Martial Arts Association's leaders in a cold sweat.

The Sports Bureau's attempt to suppress Qin Fen had gone to waste. Besides, Qin Fen didn't care. With Old Dong stepping in, Park Jinhoon had little left to say. The whole affair seemed to have veered off course and grown murky once again.

That was right: Qin Fen truly didn't care. He wasn't a martial artist; he was a chef. A Bite of China was still going ahead, and his fame kept growing. Once he had promoted dietary therapy, what could the show do to him, even if it shut him out? If one door closed, another would open. Was Qin Fen going to starve?

Of course not. He wasn't afraid in the slightest. Without a care in the world, Qin Fen happily went shopping.

As soon as Old Dong stepped in on his behalf, the winds began to shift across Capital City.

"Mr. Park, I've spoken to the Sports Bureau!" The middle-aged man returned after making the call.

Park Jinhoon nodded. Things had progressed about as far as they needed to. Once Qin Fen was driven into a corner, it would be his turn to act. Worry would cloud the young man's judgment, and impatience would throw him off balance. No matter how gifted