"How come you didn't tell us sooner?" Qin Feng and He Muqing both exclaimed at Shu Yajing at the same time. Shu Yajing looked genuinely distressed, speaking with care, "I was so nervous—my first time shooting someone dead. It takes time to adjust to that." Both Qin Feng and He Muqing exhaled in relief. Whoever was hiding in the shadows had only been watching. If that person had brought a sniper rifle, all three of them would have been killed right here. "Both of you, what exactly have you been working toward?" Qin Feng asked. Shu Yajing quickly turned her gaze to He Muqing, making a clear effort to appear as though this matter had nothing to do with her. He Muqing glanced at her and remarked, "Of course—to figure out your identity. How could we not notice that you could name the precise location of Death Island?" For over a decade, Death Island has remained one of the world's most mysterious organizations, renowned for producing elite assassins, and the number of politicians and wealthy business leaders who have fallen victim to their hands is countless. Qin Feng gave a sharp look, exasperated: "Didn't you just come straight to me with all these issues? Now you've created so much chaos, and you're still not happy?" Hu Muqing hadn't spoken yet, but Shu Yajing burst out angrily: "Then tell us! You always act like you don't know what's going on. Every time we have to go digging on our own! I mean, Qin Feng, you've been missing for so many years—have you really gone off to Death Island to become a killer?" Qin Feng remained calm, his expression steady: "You guessed right. As a reward, I'll kill you tonight!" Shu, the alert officer, quickly took refuge behind Hu Muqing, completely lacking the courage to face the killer. It must have been the pressure that finally pushed her—someone who used to shoot only at paper targets—still finding it hard to adjust even now. Hu Muqing, who had remained silent all along, had already circled her eyes several times, and finally spoke: "Qin Feng, I apologize for the fishing-out enforcement action earlier. Will you forgive me?" "What else could I do?" "Qin Feng sighed impatiently, "I'm just an ordinary citizen. How am I supposed to compete with you officials? Have I been kicked by a donkey in the head?" He Muqing smiled gently, "Then let's move on with the earlier events briefly. Now, let's focus on what's happening right now. You acted in defense under urgent circumstances, which qualifies as justifiable self-defense. But killing seven people in one go—there must be some explanation for that, right?" Qin Feng felt like he'd been played again. The beautiful woman was once again going to use the 'excessive defense' argument. Could they not find another excuse? Wasn't it getting rather cliché? He Muqing didn't care about clichés at all—what mattered to her was effectiveness. "What do you mean?" Qin Feng narrowed his eyes. He Muqing responded firmly, "You clearly understand what I'm saying. There's no need to spell it out. Qin Feng, don't be overly optimistic. I and Ya Jing aren't ordinary people. Besides, don't you notice that your gun is empty?" In Qin Feng's mind, he had already secured victory over these two women—no need to even But he had to reevaluate the identity of the beautiful woman—her ability to name the Shengmen organization indicated she wasn't just an ordinary police officer. After all, even Shu Yajing didn't know about Shengmen. Qin Feng, with a stubborn expression, said, "I don't care. If it weren't for you two setting up this case with a fishing-style investigation, this gunfight wouldn't have happened. So I'm not taking on any responsibility. It's up to you two officers to shoulder it." The two women were furious, just about to launch their rebuttals, when the man added, "At worst, I'll just tell you what you'd like to know, isn't that simple?" He Yue Qing immediately responded, "Set! Set!" "Set, but at least you have to show some sincerity," Qin Feng smiled. "Only when I clearly see that this matter has nothing to do with me will I share what I know with you." He Yue Qing waved her hand, "Don't worry—as long as we two keep quiet, no one will know you've been here at all!" "Having said that, she took out her radio and reported the events to the Pingplain City Police Bureau, mentioning not a word to Qin Feng. After hanging up, she looked at him with a thoughtful gaze: "How do you feel now? Satisfied?" Qin Feng nodded and said: "Once these few days pass, let's find a place and have a proper chat." With that, he turned and walked away. After all, the situation here has nothing to do with either of us anymore. Why not credit the credit for the slain gunman to the two beautiful officers? They've effectively taken advantage of Qin Feng's position—next time they'll surely be less confrontational than they were just now. A few minutes later, a group of police cars arrived, bringing the scene to life with noise and activity. A figure appeared briefly several kilometers away. The black-clad officer, now certain that no danger remained around, pulled out his phone and dialed a number: "Master Du, the mission has failed! All eight gunmen are accounted for. Four of our special police officers have been killed. The target is truly unusual—she not only evaded the eight-round barrage, but also killed seven of our team members." "On the other end of the phone, someone gasped first, then paused for several seconds before saying, 'You'd better retreat right away—we underestimated the strength of the target team! We never expected him to be so formidable. Once we return, we'll study the situation thoroughly. Our next mission must succeed; otherwise, we won't be able to face the Door Master.' ... When Qin Feng arrived at his front door, he was startled—how come the lights were still on? Wasn't there another issue brewing? If the people from Shengmen could ambush them halfway, then coming all this way to our doorstep shouldn't be surprising at all. Man, they're relentless! If I don't wipe you all out from the roots, I'll never be known as Qin! He moved quietly to the front door, opened it gently, and stepped into the living room with a thin, delicate flying dagger in his hand. Something felt off, though. The air carried a faint fragrance—he recognized it immediately. It was the scent of the perfume worn by Mei Hui, the beautiful CEO." Indeed, the beautiful CEO was seated on the sofa, her eyes wide open, as if he had suddenly emerged from the ground. How could he have failed to make a sound when he opened the door, or when he entered? Due to his swift movement, Mei Hui saw him already standing at the entrance of the living room, arms in an odd position—one hand resting behind his head. Qin Feng nearly gave himself a slap—how could he have completely forgotten Mei Hui? He wasn’t the type to lose track of someone once he got up; it was just that the events of just now had been so intense. "Back! How did you come in?" Mei Hui asked. "Through the main door!" Qin Feng switched his flying knife for a keychain and smiled, "You just didn’t hear. It’s so late—why aren’t you asleep? Waiting for me, aren’t you?" Mei Hui pouted, "Say that! What if I go to bed first and then you take advantage of me when you return?" "Qin Feng chuckled. You've already come to me willingly—what more do you expect? Seeing him steadily approaching with a dazed expression, the beautiful CEO nervously said, 'Xiao Feng, I actually have something important to tell you!' 'Great! Let's talk about it on the bed!' Qin Feng immediately lifted her over his shoulder, ignoring her continuous protests, and headed straight up to the second floor toward the bedroom.