?Mobile reading The pale look on He Muqing's face was no better than Qin Da's, and both of them just sat there silently, saying nothing. Eight-zero E-book Shattered glass fell onto the street, drawing the attention of hotel staff, but at 2 a.m., guests were all resting, so they didn't want to disturb them. From above, it was hard to tell exactly which floor the glass had come from. He, the beautiful woman, swallowed a lump of saliva, raised her head, and upon seeing Qin Feng's expression, pushed him gently with a look of dissatisfaction, saying, "What's wrong with you? I was facing the danger all by myself just now—didn't you even offer me any comfort? Just standing there, staring blankly?" Only then did Qin Feng regain his composure, and with a sigh of relief, he said, "Big sister, I was just as startled as you were. If it really is her, then we won't have a peaceful life anymore. Over the past few years, I've suffered through countless hardships at her hands—every time I think about the ways she's treated me, I feel a deep chill. "Seeing him so nervous, He Muqing herself felt braver and asked, 'Who exactly are you talking about? Someone so formidable that even the renowned assassin, Feng Mo, feels afraid—what a truly terrifying person that must be! By the way, she's a woman. Though I haven't seen her face clearly, I'm certain she's beautiful. I wonder—Mr. Qin, isn't it possible that you're the one who started the affair and then abandoned her? Surely you must have done something wrong to her, haven't you?' Qin, the young noble, spoke with little confidence: 'How could that be? I've always been honest and fair.' He Muqing then punched him squarely on the shoulder, drawing out her words: 'Is that really true? Besides being thick-skinned, I can't see any other qualities in you—let alone the legendary virtue of integrity!' 'Alright, alright! I'm telling you the truth now!' Qin Feng insisted, his face flushed. 'As for something I've done wrong for her, I actually have.'" All I did was kiss her, and then she was determined to kill me right away. Fortunately, I’ve got a strong constitution, though I still endured her cruelty for several years. Sister, let me have a word with you—what would you do if I suddenly kissed you? "Kill me!" He Mu Qing replied without hesitation. Qin Feng’s face darkened. "Just be serious—kissing her once and expecting her to kill you? Do you think the laws of our great country were drafted by your family?" He Mu Qing gave a dismissive shrug. "Then beat me senseless—until I feel satisfied." Qin Feng had no doubt about this—he’d personally experienced it. "Exactly. As long as I can take one beating from her, that’s enough to settle the score." He said with a look of utter despair. "But me? I’ve been tormented for years, always having to tread carefully, because you never know what kind of retaliation you’re in for." "What a beautiful lady furrowed her brows," said, "It's a bit excessive. I've always thought of myself as a fierce, motherly type—there must be someone even more formidable than me. Isn't it just that my sisters are too kind?" Qin Feng shook his head, muttering, "Don't you dare! Otherwise, you'll never find a match." "You don't know what you're talking about!" the beautiful lady snapped at him, then quickly added, "Wait—according to your logic, she should have killed you by now. Why would she come to help you instead?" Qin Feng wiped a cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I don't know. In fact, since I officially became a killer, she's never held any grudge against me. There have been several missions where I was on the verge of failure, only to succeed unexpectedly! I've always thought it was sheer luck. Now I realize—someone must have been helping me. But why would she specifically help me? That's truly strange." He Meng Qing shared the same confusion and asked, "Who exactly is she?" Qin Feng set aside his expression of doubt, speaking seriously: "Isabella, the immortal instructor from the Island of Death." "The name sounds lovely, Isabella... Wait, didn't the Island of Death turn into a ruin?" The beautiful woman widened her eyes. "The Central Military Commission not only captured satellite images, but also sent agents to the island—proving there were no signs of life there." Qin, the young noble, sighed with a wry smile. "No one could escape the explosions triggered by the self-destruct system. I thought she was dead. Before the blast, I had seen her face at a distance and was certain she was still on the island. My survival was due to my own preparations—yet how did she survive?" "Moreover, instead of seeking revenge against you, she not only repaid your kindness but helped eliminate those who posed a threat to you." He looked at her with a tone of disdain. "Could it be because you're handsome? Come on, you activated the self-destruct system without informing her—effectively killing her. She not only forgave you but also helped you—how is that even conceivable?" Qin Feng couldn't make sense of this point, so he felt uncertain. If he hadn't destroyed the Island of Death, and if he believed Isabel to be a fellow ally, he would have had no doubts at all. But now things had changed fundamentally—the roles and dynamics had shifted completely. In his repeated encounters with the Immortal Instructor, though he always managed to survive, he always came out with injuries—never completely unscathed. He deeply understood Isabel's strength. On the Island of Death, every instructor was a master, yet their respect for the Immortal Instructor was genuine and unquestionable. Until he could clearly determine whether she was an enemy or a friend, Qin Feng would never feel at ease. While taking out her phone, the beautiful woman said, "Don't overthink it—every sign points to her being on your side." Qin the Young Count countered, "If she's truly helping me, why hasn't she shown up? Why does she flee the moment she hears my name, even leaping from a building over twenty floors high?" He didn't worry at all about Isabella's safety—she must have her own way of getting out, perhaps sipping coffee calmly at a fast-food café right now. There was still one thing that remained unclear: how exactly had Isabella entered the room, and why did neither of them feel any sense of disturbance? Hu Muqing had fallen asleep, which was understandable; Qin Feng had been awake the entire time. Hu, the beautiful woman, shrugged and dialed Shu Yajing's number, "Arrange the most experienced criminal investigators to come to XXX Hotel immediately—quickly." On the other end, Shu, the young officer, was furious—what time was it now? Another assignment? Well, the fire could wait, but the work had to get done. Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the scene, clearly tired. The lobby was already bustling with sirens, and a group of about a dozen criminal investigators gathered at the entrance, still unsure of what had happened or what task they were supposed to carry out. At that very moment, Shu, the police officer, instantly lost all traces of fatigue, pointing at them. "You two have both booked rooms, haven't you? Isn't it true that colleagues aren't supposed to date each other?" Hei, the beautiful woman, looked momentarily stunned, as if struck by lightning—her face both tense and flustered. Qin Feng shared the same expression, thinking to himself: Shu, you must have moments when you're simply out of your depth! As someone so self-respecting and self-loving, how could he possibly share a room with such a formidable, tiger-like colleague?