?Mobile reading For money, Qin Feng truly didn’t have much concept. Hearing that he had become a second-generation wealthy family member only stirred a slight excitement. Eighty Electronic Book To be precise, he was abducted to the Island of Death at the age of five. Though he frequently underwent training in endurance—such as hunger, water scarcity, cold, and extreme heat—the island operated on a supply-based system, where everything was provided. As he grew older, he faced numerous life-and-death trials, and every action he took was solely geared toward survival. After becoming an outstanding assassin, each mission brought him corresponding compensation—starting from several hundred thousand euros, eventually reaching millions—making his status among the island’s elite rise at the fastest pace. Thus, whether or not he considered himself a second-generation wealthy family member didn’t matter much to him. His urgent desire to return to China immediately after the Island of Death was destroyed stemmed from the deep-seated familial bonds he had always cherished. Now, upon hearing the news of his father’s passing, the belief that had long supported him began to crumble. Over the years, he had imagined countless times what it would be like to reunite with his parents. Even if they still lived an ordinary life, much like they did ten years ago, he struggled to hold back his sorrow and asked, "Then, what about Qin Wei's wife, Wu Shan?" "Doesn't Qin Wei's wife go by the name Wu Shan?" Fang Yuan scratched his head and turned to his daughter, "What's her name again?" Fang Fang replied without hesitation, "Her name is Cheng Mei. She's currently in a dispute with several shareholders over the division of the company. If it weren't for the pressure from Mr. Mei and Mr. Hou at the top, the company would have been completely disorganized by now." How could Qin Feng have possibly mistaken his mother's name? He could swear on his life that he had never heard the name Cheng Mei before. Just as he was about to ask another question, a sharp screech of brakes echoed through the air. Looking up, he saw several minivans stopping in formation, led by a business sedan, at the street corner. The doors opened, and dozens of people, each holding steel poles and axes, stepped out one after another. Fang Fang pulled at his arm: "It's Chen Bao's people! Qin Feng, hurry up—otherwise someone will die!" Qin Feng remained calm, shaking his head and offering a gentle smile: "Don't worry, these minor figures aren't even worth the trouble. Fang Fang, go inside with your uncle and aunt—I'll handle everything outside." Li Ru, a timid woman, immediately grabbed her daughter and husband and rushed inside upon hearing this. Compared to her mother, Fang Fang was more considerate, and it was only after being jointly pulled by Li Ru and Fang Yuan that she finally made it inside. A flurry of chaos unfolded around them, and the nearby stalls were nearly empty as people fled. Qin Feng looked up at the grayish-black sky, thinking: Just the right time for these people to arrive—my only problem was finding somewhere to let off steam. Not far away, Chen Bao, with a face streaked with bruises, told his brother Chen Hu: "It was that young man who hit me. Brother, it doesn't matter how badly I'm hurt—today, if I don't knock him out, where will your face go? The folks from Old Street Three will surely go crazy." Chen Bao wasn't entirely without merit—he knew how to bring his senior allies into the game, transferring his strong feelings toward Qin Feng over to Chen Hu. Chen Hu, a man in his thirties with a few striking scars across his square face, raised his hand and commanded, "Take that young man out and smash up Fang family's operations!" A group of several younger brothers surged forward, eager to exploit their numerical advantage, especially in front of the boss—this was a prime opportunity to show off. The leading brother had just lifted his staff, ready to launch into a passionate speech, rallying his comrades for a joint assault. But as his upper lip lifted just above his lower lip, still hesitating to speak, Qin Feng moved. He stepped forward with a speed that was utterly imperceptible to the human eye, then kicked out with even greater velocity. Thud— The young man's chest was struck squarely, his body instantly turning into a kite with its string severed, soaring past the heads of more than a dozen others and crashing to the ground some fifteen meters away. His head tilted to one side, and he instantly lost consciousness. All along, this guy remained silent. More than a dozen people stood frozen, unable to see how he executed his moves—just a simple kick, and yet it sent the opponent flying over ten meters. That's no ordinary martial artist! As for the others, they were all worried—each of them had elderly parents and young children at home. What if they were seriously injured? Chen Hu was equally startled. When he looked at his younger brother Chen Bao, he saw that without someone holding him up, Chen Bao would have already collapsed to the ground. Previously, Chen Bao had been the one receiving the blows, and though he hadn't fully seen the attack, he had been given some leniency. But now, as Qin Feng took a single step forward and then executed a swift left-foot pad followed by a powerful right-foot kick, although his eyes struggled to keep up with the pace, he clearly saw every movement. Qin Feng had been furious over his father's death, and now he wasn't going to let the dozen people who had been stunned by his performance escape unscathed. Thud... then, a series of soft thuds. In Chen Hu's eyes, within just a blink of an eye, all of his strongest The cries of agony rose and fell like waves, Chen Bao trembling all over—even a man as sturdy as a barrel now realized he had stepped on iron. "Great!" After dispatching the last standing follower, Qin Feng sidestepped Chen Hu's downward blow and delivered a powerful punch with a graceful twist of his waist. Chen Hu watched it unfold clearly, yet found himself unable to move, despite his efforts to evade it. For a long time, Chen Hu had believed himself to be quite skilled—though still some distance from a master, he certainly counted as a capable junior exponent. Now, he finally understood what it felt like to see something clearly and yet be completely powerless to react. Thud... The punch landed squarely on Chen Hu's abdomen, sending him staggering back several steps before collapsing like a shrimp, his back arched and lying flat on the ground. Even a practitioner of the martial arts—no matter how skilled—was now neatly taken care of in one move. The family of Fang, sheltering inside the house, were utterly stunned. If they hadn't witnessed the entire sequence firsthand, they would have thought a film was being shot outside. Li Ru held her husband's hand, speaking in a trembling voice: "I remember now. Qin Wei's later wife was Cheng Mei. His original wife was Wu Shan. They had a son—quite a bright and clever child. About fifteen years ago, that child was abducted by a child trafficker. Not long after, Wu Shan passed away. It was then that Qin Wei began setting up his business and built his fortune." Whee, whee... The siren sounded. Qin Feng's face showed a faint smile of苦笑. How had the dog—his long-cherished pet—come to be here?