?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng returned to his office, turned on the computer, and went through a series of complex procedures before sending an email. The recipient was far away, thousands of miles away, and even with the use of hacking techniques, the sender's IP address could not be traced. Whether the company could weather the crisis would depend entirely on this email. Due to the pressure from the senior doctors and the hospital's lack of action, he had ultimately decided to leave and join under his esteemed colleague, taking on the role of a bodyguard and occasionally performing minor surgeries for his brothers. Whenever members of the underworld organization sustained injuries that made it inconvenient to visit the hospital, his surgical skills never grew rusty—on the contrary, they became more refined over the years. After completing the final dressing, Du Bin wiped sweat from his brow and said, "The flying dagger penetrated the femur bone about 1.5 centimeters deep, causing some damage to the bone. But don't worry—I've already taken care of it. You'll be fully recovered within fifteen days." Bully Bu released the towel he had been holding in his mouth, growling, "One day, I'll wipe out Qin Feng! By the way, Du Master, could you please prescribe some medications that speed up wound healing? I can't wait fifteen days—I need to complete my mission quickly and deliver results to Lord Lei." Du Bin thought for a moment and said, "Alright. Given your physical condition, a little hormonal imbalance won't do any harm. I guarantee your full recovery within ten days." The unexpected failure of Bo Long had made Du Bin reflect deeply. He was grateful that, when he reported the situation to higher-ups earlier, he had deliberately exaggerated the facts to draw their attention. If this mission were still under his personal oversight, it would mark his second failure—without a doubt, Mr. Lei would immediately replace him, and Du Bin's days would certainly become difficult. Shengmen never hesitates to reward capable individuals; on the contrary, it is relentless in replacing those who fall short. Bo Long held the dagger in his hands—a weapon of ordinary design but exceptional material. Though not large in size, it felt substantial. "Qin Feng," Bo Long muttered, gritting his teeth, "the next time we meet, I'll use this very dagger to kill you—to avenge myself!" ... Fang Fang was currently consulting several colleagues about work-related issues. She was widely recognized as a diligent and humble employee. Qin, the young executive in casual attire, had originally headed for the chairman's office. As he glanced at her with his peripheral vision, his eyes immediately lit up. He cleared his throat with a show of formality and said, "Fang, come to my office—there's a task I'd like to assign to you." Before Fang could ask what the task was, he was off like a shot, rushing straight to his office. Fang and her colleagues exchanged glances. Everyone looked envious. Not only had Fang earned the chairman Mei Hui's recognition and been directly transferred from a subsidiary to the headquarters, advancing from a regular clerk to an executive assistant to the chairman, but the young, well-off chairman also held her in such high regard—she was truly unique among all the staff at Qin Group. Seeing that Fang hadn't moved, one colleague gently pulled at her sleeve and reminded her, "The chairman has called you—why don't you go now?" Fang smiled wryly. While others might not know her close relationship with Qin Feng, as soon as she entered his office, she was certain to be treated to a good deal of "dining on the office floor"—a favorite pastime of his. Helplessly, she rose and walked toward the chairman's office with an air of grace. Tap, tap, tap... Before she could withdraw her hand from knocking, the door opened from the inside, and Qin, the young magnate, grabbed her wrist, pulling her straight in without regard for whether anyone was watching. The door closed with a solid thud. "Fan-fan, why have you always been avoiding me? And why haven't you called me directly to speak with Feng-gong? You're not being very attentive!" Qin pushed her gently against the wall, leaving her no room to struggle. Fang's cheeks flushed slightly, and she pouted, saying, "How could I not? I've always been quite attentive! I haven't called you directly because my younger sister has just returned and insists on sharing my bed. How could I face her and call you, knowing that might embarrass the little one?" Qin's hands had already settled firmly around her slender waist. After listening to her, he smiled, saying, "Ah, so your sister has returned. I should have guessed it." By the way, my cousin just started high school this year, right? I’ll make time to invite her out for dinner, and buy her a few outfits—after all, a young girl should look put together and stylish. "Cousin" after "cousin"—Mr. Qin never treated himself as an outsider. Fang Fang pouted: "Did I promise to marry you? My sister isn’t your cousin at all. She attends a private school and rarely comes home. Moreover, lately I’ve noticed something strange—her cheerful personality has changed completely. Last night, while she was sleeping, she kept kicking me, talking in her sleep, saying over and over, 'Don’t kill me.' When I asked her what she was dreaming about, she stammered and wouldn’t say. Qin Feng grinned: "Isn’t it possible she’s starting to fall in love with a boy at school? That’s perfectly normal for a young girl!" "Fall in love with a boy? She’s so young!" Fang Fang gave him a solid slap on the shoulder, sighing. "Xiao Fei is only fifteen, and such a well-behaved girl—how could she possibly be in love already?" Qin Da frowned and groaned: "By now, at age 15, even little girls have grown into mature, independent young ladies. You wouldn't believe how early today's high school girls are—some elementary school students are already in love, and kindergarten kids aren't even rare. How could it be any different for a high school student?" As he spoke, he couldn't help but recall the last time he'd encountered that young girl with a childlike face but a surprisingly mature demeanor—just like now, she'd been pinned against the wall, helpless, using the very same method. Fang Fang furrowed her brows, thinking to herself: Maybe her sister truly has developed a romantic interest. Over the past few days at home, she'd noticed something strange—when she'd dropped her off at school yesterday, the girl had been staring blankly the entire way. Qin Feng, in a flirty tone, asked, "Fangfang, does my sister-in-law know about my existence as her brother-in-law?" "Fang's face turned even redder, and she whispered, 'She found your photo and our合影 on my phone, and then asked me if I'd started dating someone. I didn't admit it.' Qin, the young executive, was completely defeated—this girl was far too timid to hide anything about her own sister. It seemed clear that he needed to really step up and give her some courage. Just as Qin was beginning to envision a tender, pure-kiss moment with her, the office door was pushed open from the outside. Wouldn't it be Mei, the CEO again? In Qin's corporate headquarters, no one else dared walk straight into the president's office without knocking."