The Red Idol—the incredible vocal power erupting from that petite frame, the courage displayed against successive terrorist attacks, and that pure, lovely, and beautiful appearance—had already whipped up a veritable 'Fei Xin Hurricane' across the Federation.

While other singers wracked their brains over how to innovate their performances just to ensure satisfactory attendance rates for their concerts, the main headache for the Fei Xin Girls Band was that all the current stadiums were simply too small.

For other concerts held in arenas seating eighty thousand, there would inevitably be many empty seats. However, even when the Fei Xin Girls Band performed in the Federation's largest venue, the Olympic Stadium capable of holding three hundred thousand people, the scene was always sold out, with countless fans holding up stacks of currency outside, desperate to buy overpriced scalper tickets.

But scalpers are human too! At other concerts, scalpers would quickly resell tickets for a profit. Yet, for the Fei Xin Girls Band shows, the scalpers were busy buying tickets from their peers, intending to go inside and listen themselves, completely abandoning any thought of reselling.

With only fifteen minutes remaining until ticket sales opened, long queues had already snaked around the ticket offices in every city on Saturn. Those near the front were packing up tents and miscellaneous clutter; the dust coating the tent fabric clearly indicated they had been waiting for far more than just a dozen hours.

Lin Liqiang glanced at the massive queue stretching before them, then looked at Qin Fen, who was sighing repeatedly. "Looks like we'll be queuing for a long time, and still might not get tickets."

Qin Fen could only offer a wry smile and nod in response to Lin Liqiang’s feigned expression of heartbroken distress.

As one of Qin Fen’s closest buddies, how could Lin Liqiang possibly be unaware of Qin Fen’s connection to the Fei Xin Girls Band? Looking at Lin Liqiang’s act, Qin Fen even suspected that his old friend’s real reason for coming to Saturn was to attend the Fei Xin concert, with finding Qin Fen being a secondary objective.

“Old Qin! It’s time for your charm to shine!” Lin Liqiang adopted a solemn expression, placing heavy trust in Qin Fen, and patted his shoulder repeatedly. “Even though the connection is good, you don’t need to be too high-profile. First-row seats really aren't suitable for us. I think we should keep it low-key and just snag a few VIP seats. I believe you can manage it.”

Qin Fen looked up at the colossal stadium not far away. Police officers armed with live ammunition stood guard all around, and ten City Guardian police mobile armored vehicles patrolled back and forth, providing security tens of times stronger than the defense at the previous concert in Tianbei City.

If there was anyone in this world who disliked listening to the Fei Xin Girls Band, it would undoubtedly be the entire Federal Police force.

As the Fei Xin Girls Band’s fame grew, the level of terrorist attacks escalated in response. The methods employed by the terrorists were ever-changing, making security for the police increasingly difficult, and the number of casualties at each concert kept rising.

Some people even joked that for future Fei Xin concerts, they should just deploy a detachment of special forces soldiers for protection. The soldiers often struggled to track down terrorists, but by simply following the Fei Xin Girls Band, they would never lack targets.

While that might be true, if they actually implemented such a plan, the entire Federal police system could collectively resign. What use was the police force if they couldn't even protect the taxpayers whose money they collected?

“Saturn’s police system is quite impressive,” Lin Liqiang commented, nodding repeatedly as he watched several plainclothes officers moving through the crowd. “Fourteen-Star level—just one step shy of the Martial Arts Master realm. These must be the commanders of the Flying Tiger Squad back at the precinct, right?”

Qin Fen closely observed a few plainclothes officers. A Fourteen-Star officer wasn't someone you saw every day, especially on Earth, where they were exceedingly rare. In contrast, Saturn, currently having the worst public order and most rugged wilderness environment—and still lacking Divine Beast Martial Artists—indeed required police officers of slightly stronger capability to manage things.

“Oh?” Lin Liqiang rubbed his eyes and stared intently at a corner of the crowd. “Am I seeing things? Members of the Heavenly Gate and the Underworld meeting without fighting? The Fei Xin Girls Band truly is godlike!”

Qin Fen clicked his tongue repeatedly. The Fei Xin Girls Band was anti-terrorism and, in a way, anti-war. Now that they were the hottest group in the Federation, they possessed the broadest popular base and stood at the pinnacle of moral high ground; even the Heavenly Gate and the Underworld had to consider public opinion to some extent.

For a group to become this immensely popular, forcing the two major factions to temporarily halt hostilities and jointly dispatch personnel to the stadium for security—the Fei Xin Girls Band truly deserved their title as the reigning number one idol group! “No wonder people joke that if these two young ladies ran for President… hmph hmph…” Lin Liqiang chuckled wickedly. “The current President would probably faint on the spot if he heard the news today.”

Qin Fen smiled faintly, saying nothing. Although this popular joke was somewhat exaggerated, it perfectly illustrated the height of their current popularity. Otherwise, the Heavenly Gate and the Underworld wouldn't bother sending people to handle security; being assigned to protect the Fei Xin Girls Band, even for these major factions, was a source of great prestige.

As the three chatted, several police officers had their hands resting on their holsters, cautiously approaching Qin Fen and his companions. Simultaneously, two City Guardian mobile armors and two snipers positioned on distant rooftops had locked onto the trio who were talking and laughing.

Qin Fen arched an eyebrow, glancing toward the hiding spots of the two snipers on the stadium roof. He lightly gave a thumbs-up, then slowly rotated his fingers a few times—it was a specific, silent signal used for communication between snipers.

The snipers concealed above the stadium froze. Through their optical scopes, they saw the target—the person they had locked onto—performing a series of relaxed movements. He was clearly aware of being targeted, yet in a situation where any extraneous action could trigger the shot, he carried out every gesture without the slightest tension.

Who is this person?

As the two snipers were momentarily stunned, they watched Qin Fen draw several circles in the air with his index finger, then clench his other four fingers into a fist, before finally extending just his index finger.

The two snipers stared blankly at Qin Fen’s gestures. One of the top five snipers in the Federation today? Is this young man joking? Or is it true?

“You! All three of you, stay where you are!”

From within the crowd, a police officer carefully aimed his standard-issue sidearm at Qin Fen and shouted, “Hands on your head, slowly squat down! Please cooperate with our work!”

Qin Fen sighed. It seemed the recent concerts for the two girls from the Fei Xin Band had truly not gone smoothly; otherwise, why would these police officers be so jumpy, resorting to drawing weapons at the slightest provocation? Click-clack... The snipers above the stadium simultaneously made their final readiness checks. Qin Fen looked up at them and smiled.

That smile gave both snipers a distinct feeling, as if their prey was silently asking them, Are you really confident you can hit me?

The martial artists from the Heavenly Gate and the Underworld also noticed the tension. Just as they were about to move, the two Fourteen-Star quasi-Martial Arts Masters stopped them and quickly advanced toward Qin Fen’s group.

Qin Fen bowed slightly toward the responsible police officers. “Thank you for your service.”

The officers froze, bewildered. What is this person doing? Why thank us right away? Thank us for what?

“May I see Ya Xin and Ya Fei?” Qin Fen asked the two approaching quasi-Martial Arts Masters. “I am a friend of theirs.”

The pupils of the two plainclothes quasi-Martial Arts Masters widened with undisguised astonishment. This carefree, handsome young man—Lin Liqiang—was actually a powerhouse above the Martial Arts Master level! How old was he? What was his background? The other two radiated no discernible martial aura at all. How was this possible? In the current Federation, people would learn the free martial arts taught by the government just for longevity, and which young man didn’t love martial arts? Could it be...

Rumor had it that Martial Arts Masters, if they wished to avoid detection by those below their rank, could choose to conceal their aura. This technique could only be seen through by other Martial Arts Masters; those below that level had no chance of seeing through it.

Were these two also Martial Arts Masters? Otherwise, they wouldn't be qualified to stand beside this smiling man, would they? How old were they? Both Martial Arts Masters? What was their history?

In an instant, the two plainclothes quasi-Martial Arts Masters instinctively stepped back half a pace in unison, staring tensely at Qin Fen. “Sir, this is our duty. We apologize…”

The Fourteenth-Star martial power was surging around them. Qin Fen was surprised to find that one officer had already reached the Fourth Stage of True Qi Oscillation, just a single step away from reaching the Marrow Cleansing Nirvana—the Great Innate realm. Perhaps in his lifetime, he could truly achieve the rank of Martial Arts Master.

“Are you interested in taking a punch from me?” Qin Fen asked calmly, looking at the stout, square-faced plainclothes officer. “As for Ya Fei and Ya Xin, I’ll call them later. Would that be acceptable?”

The square-faced officer paused, then a flicker of excitement quickly crossed his eyes. This young man appeared to have no strength, yet he casually offered a challenge to take a punch, clearly indicating he might indeed possess Martial Arts Master strength.

Marrow Cleansing Nirvana! Although the benefits couldn't be fully transmitted, taking a punch from a Martial Arts Master could clearly offer significant insight, perhaps providing the opportunity to break through to the Martial Arts Master realm.

The Martial Arts Master realm was the goal every Fourteen-Star quasi-Martial Arts Master desired! Furthermore, once achieving the Martial Arts Master rank, that power alone would guarantee a much smoother career path within the police force.

The types of duties a Martial Arts Master could undertake in law enforcement were worlds apart from those available to a quasi-Martial Arts Master! Especially for an officer with a clean record and years of service, his future prospects would be limitless.

Many quasi-Martial Arts Masters would spend fortunes hiring Martial Arts Masters to strike them, hoping to increase their chances of a breakthrough. However, few Martial Arts Masters agreed to this, and they were rarely seen, meaning even money couldn't always buy such a beating.

Qin Fen looked at the other quasi-Martial Arts Master who was also eager and shook his head gently. “Your True Qi Oscillation is only at the Third Stage; you need further refinement. When you reach the Fourth Stage, contact me. Even if I cannot appear, I will send someone to strike you with a punch.”

The eager quasi-Martial Arts Master’s expression dimmed slightly, though delight was still visible in his eyes. While he missed the chance to take a punch today, Martial Arts Masters were known to keep their word; if they said they would do something, they almost always followed through.

“Then… are you ready?”

“Mmm, ready.”

Qin Fen planted the ten toes of his feet firmly on the ground, slightly bending his knees and spreading his stance, aligning his elbows with his knees, adopting a posture that seemed immovable against any force from any direction.

With his stance set, Qin Fen lifted his right foot less than half an inch off the ground and stomped down hard! In a precise ten-meter radius, the ground violently shuddered. The armed officers felt as if some monster beneath the earth was about to burst forth and overturn them. Qin Fen brought his hands together in front of his chest, his back muscles convulsing as he thrust his shoulder and right arm forward—the Baji Quan technique, Ground-Standing Heaven-Reaching Cannon!

The burly officer paused, stunned by Qin Fen’s movement. He knew this technique—the essence of Baji Quan, which emphasized Collapse, Shock, and Thrust! This strike demanded that the shoulder, elbow, fist, hip, and foot—six components—be perfectly connected, delivering force like a released bowstring, moving with flowing intent, and striking with lightning speed!

Perfect! The middle-aged officer had never witnessed any Baji Quan master execute the Ground-Standing Heaven-Reaching Cannon to such a degree. Even without taking the punch, merely watching this single move provided profound martial insights.

The middle-aged officer’s biceps and major tendons cracked audibly as his whole body’s Qi Gong circulated, attempting to turn his body into a slab of steel. He raised both arms and slammed them down in the Left-Right Hard Door Opening technique, aiming to strike the incoming, air-splitting cannon shot.

A collision of pure force met pure force. The sound of muscle striking a hard object echoed instantly. The cement floor beneath cracked and spiderwebbed. The middle-aged officer’s suddenly expanded muscles immediately subsided, and the steel-like rigidity in his body vanished temporarily. His legs could no longer grip the earth, and he was sent flying backward high into the air.

The two martial artists from the Heavenly Gate and the Underworld saw the scene clearly from a distance. They leaped into the air to catch the falling man. As their arms made contact with his back, their bodies jolted, and they fell backward as if struck by a heavy hammer on the chest.

Thud, thud, thud... The middle-aged man landed, retreating thirty-five steps in a single breath, each step shattering the cement ground beneath his feet. Beyond shock and disbelief, his pupils were filled with joy. This single strike! It might be the key to unlocking the stagnation that had plagued his martial progress for years.

The middle-aged plainclothes officer clasped his hands into a fist and bowed slightly toward Qin Fen. “I cannot thank you enough for this great kindness. May I ask how to address you?”

“Qin Fen…”