The appearance of the fire-planet and the unexpected death of Bai Lang left Qin Feng utterly puzzled. Fact proved that not only did someone have a clear understanding of his identity, but this person also proved instrumental in helping him. Who exactly was this person? During his two years as a killer, he had made a few friends—such as the foreign mother-and-daughter couple who helped the Qin Group survive a crisis—but neither of them possessed such capabilities, nor had they ever had the opportunity to invite someone of such caliber. On the way back, He Meiren took the initiative to board his car and volunteered to drive. "这款车 performance is really impressive—though it's a civilian model, after modifications, its power output rivals that of a military-grade vehicle." With smooth gear shifts, precise clutch release, and steady throttle control, the woman clearly enjoyed driving the Hummer, finding it exhilarating. This arrangement was ideal—Qin, the young magnate, now had the time to calmly reflect and organize his thoughts. Sssss… The brakes squeaked, and Qin Feng finally regained his composure, looking at the scene before him and asking, "What are you doing here? Isn't it to drop me off at home?" The beautiful woman shook her head, huffing, "You really have the nerve to say that. Having a girl drive you home—your sense of self-confidence is quite thick." Qin Feng countered, "Even if you don't drop me off at home, why come all the way to the fitness training field? Our department hasn't been assigned any drills, has it? Given my physical condition, I should hardly need such an outing." He Meng Qing pulled out the car keys, stepping down as she said, "It's definitely not a drill. After all this time, I haven't yet had the chance to test your capabilities. They say 'fame brings no false pretenses,' but I still feel it's necessary to see if you're truly qualified to be part of the organization." Qin, the young nobleman, glanced at her, thinking, "You've already managed to take half my body—how could you possibly be my match?" Well, he was just frustrated about the gun issue! Because you took my gun and cost me a big deal during the battle against the raptors—I even vowed to give you a good spanking back then—since you’ve come to me now, I’ll see you through to the end. Both of them were hot-tempered, and together they slammed the door and strode into the training field. A few minutes later, He Fei, the beautiful woman, changed into a set of uniform gear: a sleek black tank top that accentuated her well-defined chest and slender waist, paired with slightly loose training pants—loose at the lower part, but tight and firm around the hips and above, giving her glutes a more pronounced, lifted appearance. Wearing black military boots, her hair neatly tied into a simple ponytail, she carried a confident, soldierly air and deliberately pointed at him with a challenging gesture. Qin, the young gentleman, also donned his uniform, radiating energy and vitality. Facing off against the challenging beauty, he gave her a dismissive smile and said, “Hey, don’t tell me you don’t know how to handle delicate things. Since this is our first match, I’ll give you three moves.” "You'll regret looking down on people!" Hé Mùqíng cried out, her long legs alternating and charging straight toward Qín Fēng. Indeed, she had the right to be proud—having defeated six or seven special forces troops together—especially after seeing Qín Fēng so dismissive of her. A sharp kick surged toward him, powerful enough to splinter a ten-centimeter-thick pine board, both in force and speed. "Perfect timing!" Qín Fēng praised, immediately recognizing that Hé wasn't just a showy, graceful fighter as often rumored. He enjoyed battling people with real skill—only then could the match truly be exciting. Having already set the tone, he was determined to follow through—three moves, and that was exactly what he'd deliver. He sidestepped and smoothly glided, effortlessly evading Hé's first strike, then dipped low to avoid the transition from a spinning kick to a sweeping motion from Hé Mùqíng. To be able to change tactics so swiftly, this girl is far from to be underestimated—she completely shed her previous carefree demeanor, her expression growing serious. After her initial attack failed to land, her subsequent maneuvers yielded no results either. Calm and composed, she stabilized her stance and then launched a double dragon's pearl technique, aiming directly at Qin Feng's facial area. Should she land a solid blow, he'd surely end up with panda eyes. Qin, the young lord, used the tip of his foot to push off the ground, swiftly retreating until he stepped outside the reach of He Muying's attack. He Muying pursed her lips, used her left foot as a pivot, lifted her right leg high, and then swung her lower leg in rapid succession, delivering six precise strikes all targeting Qin Feng's chest and abdomen. Though lacking the legendary "knee-to-the-ribs" move, Qin still came away drenched in cold sweat. This girl is truly formidable—her attack techniques and angles are outstanding. Had the opponent been slightly slower in reaction, he would have been knocked to the ground already. Qin, the young lord, kept retreating, finally managing to deflect He Muying's assault. He Muqing lost her patience and spoke with scorn, "Qin Feng, are you still not a man? You're just a turtle that keeps retreating—do you want to be a turtle now?" Come on, who in their right mind would be a turtle? That's not even a fair complaint! "Dog bites Li Dongbin—give me three strikes!" Qin the Young Lord snapped. "Miss, you don't need me to yield. Do you think you're impressive? Just a turtle that keeps pulling its head in!" He Muqing didn't spare a single face. Honestly, can women just be unreasonable? Can they turn kindness into something they don't understand? Fine, then let me show you what a true man looks like! He Muqing remained in the offensive position, deeply skilled in footwork. Her two long, straight legs launched swift attacks to the left and right, and her feet danced up and down, striking with such intensity that they came down like raindrops. "Break through!" Qin Feng didn't flinch under this relentless assault. Instead, he advanced, extending his left hand to block and delivering a straightforward, unadorned punch with his right. His left leg, which had been Just in time, Qin Feng's punch landed precisely on He Beauty's right foot. In fact, it felt more like He Beauty had kicked Qin Feng's right fist, since Qin Feng had already extended his arm well in advance. Thud... thud... thud... He Beauty retreated several steps in succession. Despite the sturdy soles of her military boots, she couldn't resist the force of the punch, and her right foot began to feel numb. She had to quickly move her smaller foot inside the boots to restore sensation. Qin Feng had been called a turtle all along—of course, he wouldn't stop now. He launched himself forward. "Your leg work is solid, and mine isn't bad either. Let's see who's more skilled!" He Beauty wasn't ready to back down either. Before Qin Feng could move, she executed a spinning kick. Qin, the young lord, bent his body halfway, waiting for He Muqing's leg to sweep past his head. At the exact moment it did, he suddenly stood up straight. As a result, He Beauty's leg now rested on his shoulder, and her balance immediately faltered. Qin Feng lifted her arms and hugged her waist, then carried her like a pole, rotating her around his body in various angles. After several circles, He Muqing felt dizzy and her eyes blurred. With firm strength, Qin Feng carried her with her head behind and feet in front, resting on his shoulders, and gave her a solid slap on her full, rounded buttocks—then another, then a third.