Since that day, Fang Fang has become a much-envied figure among the residents of the Third Street. The Li Ru and Fang Yuan couple are especially delighted, often boasting to anyone they meet that their eldest daughter is an assistant to the chairman of Qin Group and a close friend of the young heir. Qin Feng and Hou Bao arrived at the Qin Group Headquarters, located in the commercial district, where they briefly toured several departments. However, Qin Feng expressed that he had no understanding of how the company operated and clearly stated he would not interfere with any of its processes. Seeing that Qin Feng had lost interest, Hou Bao simply took him up to the elevator. Instead of going upward, the elevator descended. Most commercial office buildings have parking facilities on the ground floor, typically on the first or second basement levels; however, Hou Bao led Qin Feng to the third basement level. It took the elevator exactly 12.6 seconds to travel from the second to the third basement level. Qin Feng suddenly asked, "The distance from here to the ground is thirty meters, isn't it?" "How do you know?" Hou Bao was taken aback—this proved that Qin Feng had guessed correctly. He smiled and replied, "The elevator travels at a speed of 1.7 meters per second. It takes 12.6 seconds to reach this floor from the second basement level. Adding the height of 4 meters per floor between the first and second basement levels, it's easy to calculate that this location is 30 meters above ground level." Hou Bao raised his thumb in approval, "Indeed, it's exactly 30 meters. You've calculated the precise height—do you know what this height signifies?" Qin Feng replied without hesitation, "According to the requirements for primary nuclear and biological-chemical defense, even with a few concrete isolation layers, it can withstand over 80% of the current generation of earth-penetrating missiles." Hou Bao paused, then shook his head, saying, "Little Feng, you're becoming increasingly enigmatic. I'd like to know what experiences you've gone through over the years." "Heh, I find it equally puzzling that you've established such a secret nuclear and biological-chemical laboratory beneath this office building," Qin Feng retorted. Hou Bao laughed heartily, "You'll soon "Throughout the Qin family building, only Hou Bao and Mei Hui have access to this level. Qin Wei, before his passing, was the third person with the required authorization—now that privilege belongs to Qin Feng. The variety of experimental equipment is truly impressive, with many of them being entirely new to Qin Feng. On a metal display cabinet, three doctoral certificates lie quietly, side by side. The issuing institutions are the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, the University of Cambridge in the UK, and the Capital Medical University in China. The certificates are in the fields of Physics, Mechanical Dynamics, and Traditional Chinese Medicine—all bearing Hou Bao's name. Physics, mechanics, and traditional Chinese medicine are three disciplines seemingly unrelated. How did this elder gentleman manage to earn doctoral degrees in all three? "Strange, isn't it?" Hou Bao smiled and explained. "Even I myself didn't believe it was possible when I first heard about it. Look at the issue dates of these three certificates—perhaps that will give you a clue." "The doctorate in physics was awarded nine years ago, the doctorate in mechanics six years ago, and the doctorate in Traditional Chinese Medicine three years ago—all achievements made by Hou Bao after he joined Qin Wei." "Yes, all of these were accomplished under Qin Wei's inspiration," Hou Bao recalled while speaking. "At first, I only had a modest understanding of Traditional Chinese Medicine; in physics and mechanics, Qin Wei's expertise far surpassed mine." Qin Feng's expression, which had been surprised, gradually returned to normal. "Since you hold a doctorate in Traditional Chinese Medicine, I wonder why your father passed away so young? He's only forty-three—quite in the prime of his life." Hou Bao shook his head and said, "Before I achieved these milestones, your father's health had already been deteriorating. In fact, he developed a peculiar illness even before I met him. Though I made every effort to prolong his life, fate proved beyond my control, and he passed away." Without Hou Bao's steady efforts over the years, Qin Wei would have already been deceased ten years ago. It was precisely because of his unusual illness that Qin Wei felt free to act without hesitation, finally setting aside the grief of losing both his son and his wife, and entering the business world with the boldness of a young bull, carving out a remarkable reputation. In addition to the three official titles listed on his certificate and his role as a senior company executive, Hou Bao has one secret—something even Mei Hui is unaware of: he is a master thief. In essence, a skilled aerial acrobat with exceptional lock-picking abilities, nothing can stop him. He has stolen countless pieces of jewelry, antiques, and confidential documents throughout his life. One cannot remain young forever—during a heist fourteen years ago, he lost his grip and nearly lost his life. Had it not been for Qin Wei, who spotted him during morning exercise and promptly provided timely medical care, he would have already been gone. Since then, Hou Bao has vowed never to return to the world of business, determined solely to repay Qin Wei’s life-saving grace. "Master Hou, your life has truly been remarkable—you’ve even become a master thief." "Qin Feng listened to his account of his identity and asked, 'A woman with the surname Cheng is so young, yet my less-than-distinguished brother doesn't look like someone who's fourteen—this must all be your doing.' Hou Bao nodded and said, 'Just minor accomplishments—nothing more than administering anti-aging pills to the Cheng family and growth-promoting medicines to Qin Yu. Xiao Feng, you should probably say something to Hou Bo.' Qin Feng shrugged, 'Of course—I won't withhold anything from you.' He then fully disclosed to Hou Bao everything from the day he was captured, through his various death-training experiences, up to his transformation into a killer. After listening, Hou Bao suddenly exclaimed, 'I should have realized it was the people from the Island of Death who were responsible. They annually scout children with exceptional physical fitness across the world, abducting them for training. Your father used to be a boxing champion and was one of their key observation targets.' "If I had thought of this earlier, maybe I could have saved you." Qin Feng shook his head. "The chances are practically zero. Since the creation of the Death Island until its demise, no one has ever successfully penetrated it—let alone rescued anyone." This time, Hou Bao asked, "Given how thoroughly they've fortified the island, how did you manage to take it all down?" Qin Feng smiled mysteriously. "No matter how strong a fortress is, it can't withstand an attack from within. I discovered a flaw in the self-destruct system. A single rocket missile passed through—it triggered the island's computers to believe that it was under intense, imminent attack, prompting them to make a mistaken judgment and initiate the self-destruct sequence. Boom! The island was reduced to ashes." As he spoke, he gestured with his hands as if demonstrating an explosion. Hou Bao had already forgotten how many times he had raised his thumbs in genuine admiration. "Little Feng, you're truly brilliant—no one would have thought that the very self-destruct system would have brought down the once-unshakeable Death Island." Qin Feng waved his hand modestly, saying, "It sounds easy to explain, but in reality, we've put in a lot of effort. To fully understand the vulnerabilities in the self-destruct system, I even had to temporarily assign our top programmer from the main control room. Fortunately, she's a beautiful woman and quite passionate in bed—overall, it wasn't a bad trade." Hou Bao was taken aback. Was this really a loss? No, this sounded like getting something for nothing.