?Mobile reading Because Fang Fei had appeared repeatedly in Qin Feng’s sight and had been consistently following him, he had ample grounds to suspect that she was allied with the Thunder Dragon. Of course, what puzzled him was that someone of the Thunder Dragon’s caliber, accustomed to working independently, would never collaborate with an assistant—especially a young girl in her teens. There could be only one explanation: Fang Fei had absolutely no connection with the Thunder Dragon. Fang Fei was a true little fairy—should any of her classmates dare to corner her now and make her eat her words, he’d be finished. Yet now, it was she who had become the obedient little cat. Because Qin Feng was holding a sharp flying dagger, firmly pressed against the delicate neck of her, and with the unmistakable grace of a killer, how could she not be obedient? "You... Are you going to kill me? I... I warned you— you'll regret it!" Fang Fei was genuinely terrified. Qin Feng's presence alone, once he unleashed his aura, could send anyone scrambling even without a blade in hand. After countless near-death experiences, his aura was unmatched. "Let me ask you once again— are you connected to the Bao Long?" Qin Feng asked in a steady tone. The young girl quickly replied, "No, I don't even know him! W-w-w, you're making me cry! You're being unfair! I'll tell my sister at home— she'll help me get even! W-w-w..." Qin Feng found girls' tears especially unbearable, especially ones like Fang Fei— still young and unformed— whose emotional impact surpassed that of Bao Long without a doubt. By now, he was certain that this girl had absolutely no connection to Bao Long. "Could you have just said that earlier? I've wasted my time!" Qin Da released the young girl with a pout, glanced back at the alley, and saw that Bo Long had already disappeared. Now that he tried to chase after him, he’d barely have a chance to catch a glimpse. Fang Fei felt deeply wronged. Under Qin Feng’s overwhelming presence, she truly thought she was going to die, and her heart had been lifted right to her throat. "You’ll regret this, I’ll never let you off! Not just me—my whole family will make sure you suffer!" the girl cried, her eyes glistening with tears. Qin Feng shrugged, completely unconcerned by her threats, and smiled warmly as she fled in panic. Though he had lost the best opportunity to catch Bo Long, he still felt a bit disappointed. With Bo Long gone, there were only two likely outcomes: either a second assassination attempt, or a replacement. In fact, even if he were captured, there's still a second possibility—according to Hou Bao's analysis, although the Shengmen were discreet, they would absolutely never let a serious incident like the death of a chief go unchallenged. Discretion in their approach means discretion in action—take, for instance, the way Bo Long carried out an assassination. This not only avenged their own people but also kept the attention of all parties unnoticeable. The "Love Lunch" initiative was completely derailed. He understood what the bloodshed symbolized: Bo Long had to eliminate the original security staff before he could impersonate them. Once a murder occurred, he couldn't simply pretend it hadn't happened, so he called Shu, the police officer, asking her to send people to handle the body. Shu arrived, and naturally, He Muqing came too. Dingdong… The doorbell rang. Qin Feng opened the door to find He, dressed in casual attire. "Would you mind if I sat down for a while?" He asked first. Qin Feng said modestly, "You're being so kind—having such a beautiful lady like you come in to sit with me is truly an honor. Please, come in. By the way, how's the matter outside been progressing?" He unconsciously thought Qin Feng would reject again, but upon listening closely, he realized—he seemed to have agreed. Hey, what do you mean under my dominance, I've always been the embodiment of integrity and honesty? What's your point? Seeing He Meiqing glaring at him with fierce determination, Qin, the young noble, shrugged his shoulders, "After all, we're both from the world of the martial arts—be a bit more relaxed. So, shall we finally settle this?" He Meiqing felt a strong urge to give him a good punch. After all, it was *her* who had been chasing after him, insisting he join—now it felt like he was eager, as if it were *she* who wasn't willing to accept. Qin still wasn't satisfied and added, "Just give me a clear answer—yes or no!" He Meiqing gritted her teeth and said, "You're so dull! Do you really plan to win me over with your lackluster attitude? Since you've asked, let me be clear—our Special Team doesn't need someone as ungracious as you. You're simply too ungenerous!" "Qin Feng stepped forward with a thick face and said, "You'd better agree to me, or I'll use every means possible to persuade you!" He Mei, raising her eyebrows, sneered, "Really? Well, let's see how you do." Qin, now smiling with a mischievous glint in his eyes, stared intently at her straight, long legs, his mouth full of saliva as he said, "My specialty is to hold someone's legs and then make all sorts of requests. Just to introduce myself, so that when my 'must-have move' comes, you won't think I'm taking advantage of you." He Mei was startled and unconsciously shifted a little to the side, huffing, "I'm warning you not to go too far—don't come near, okay? I'll agree, I'll agree, isn't that enough?" She closed her eyes in alarm, and Qin Feng, who had already made a forward motion, chuckled and straightened up again. "Then there you have it. After all, we've known each other so long—what's there to be formal about? By the way, He Mei, when exactly do I officially join the team?" "He Muqing sighed irritably, saying, 'The Special Operations Team is still in the planning and construction phase. Once we've settled the preliminary matters, you'll be one of us. Didn't you used to be reluctant to join? Now you're rushing around like you've been assigned a deadline—what's your real game, anyway?' Qin, the young lord, felt it necessary to tease He Muqing a bit to mask his true intentions, so he smiled and said, 'My goal, of course, is you. You should know that—I've always been fond of beautiful women, especially one as elegant as you who often wears a uniform, hehe!' He Muqing glared at him fiercely, saying, 'I really hope you don't have such thoughts—otherwise, you'll regret it! And if you dare to act casually with your superiors again, you'll be penalized!' Qin Feng gave her a withering look, saying, 'Well, you're treating me like a subordinate—really?'