?Mobile reading Since Qin Feng had noticed Zhou Hao's presence the moment Zhou had left his original position, he had been paying close attention. As the renowned "Feng Mo" in the world of assassins, Qin Feng had developed an acute awareness of his surroundings over the years through relentless death training and numerous assassination assignments. Upon first seeing Zhou Hao, he immediately recalled Chen Hu and Chen Bao's recent visit, which prompted him to remain even more vigilant. Zhou Hao's swift change of position further underscored the significance of the situation. Mei Hui and Fang Fang were still debating among themselves, completely unaware of what was about to unfold. He had not alerted them nor intervened, as he wished to observe precisely what Zhou Hao intended to do. As the three passed by the flower bed, a shirt flew out, and Qin Feng, with keen attention, noticed the dense network of colored wires and numerous raised sections on it—his instincts immediately signaled something was amiss. Inhabitually, he used the naja pendant hanging at his neck. Swoosh... The jacket suddenly vanished. Fang Fang felt something flash past her head, and when she looked up, the space was completely empty. A visual illusion? That was definitely it—her most immediate thought. After days of continuous work, she had not only experienced visual illusions, but also heard phantom sounds several times during her time at the office. So she had simply dismissed it as unimportant. Mei Hui, on the other hand, had seen nothing at all. Qin, the young magnate, exhaled in relief. He hadn't expected Zhou Hao to be so willing to take the role of a mere victim! Fortunately, the young man hadn't charged straight at the bomb, but instead tossed the jacket containing the bomb out. Since the naja could only store lifeless objects. Zhou Hao felt that he had just died—utterly unimpressive. First, he was worried that Wu Tianyu might back out, and what if the latter refused to pay the remaining amount? Second, his wife and children would now have a substantial sum, ensuring a secure future—yet what if his wife, growing restless, found another man and spent the money he had earned through sacrifice on him? That would be truly tragic. Strictly speaking, these two points were merely pretexts; at heart, he simply didn’t want to die, and his resolve wavered at the crucial moment. He harbored a sense of hope: as long as Qin Feng was killed, the mission would be considered complete, and there was no need for him to die alongside him. Once the mission was accomplished, the Wu family would have to pay the money—anyone who dared to refuse would have the matter exposed. After all, barefoot people don’t fear shoes; it’s a matter of who’s willing to stand up and take the risk. The flowerbed itself stood three or forty centimeters high, and with the lush vegetation, it could effectively absorb and block the powerful shockwave from the explosion. He had ample opportunity to escape during the chaos after the blast, or simply remain at the scene as a victim caught in the wave. Thus, he tossed his jacket aside, quickly knelt down, and then firmly pressed down with his thumb. Wait a minute—how could we have pressed nothing? And there's been no sound of the long-awaited explosion at all. What's going on? When he bent down, he was so afraid of making too much movement and accidentally triggering the detonation button that he kept his hands loose around the initiator. His full concentration was on the bending motion, so he didn't notice that his vest had slipped and disappeared, carrying the initiator with it. If he had held it tightly, Qin Feng would never have had the chance to secure it. Zhou Hao had been shielding his head with both arms and hadn't heard the explosion, so he lifted his head only to look at his palms and was stunned—where's my initiator? Where's my vest? Swish—A pebble pierced through the flowerbed and struck Zhou Hao's temple. Just a moment ago, he had been panicking—now his head tilted and he collapsed to the ground. Qin Feng picked up his phone and dialed Chen Hu's number: "Bring your brother over to XXXX Hotel. Inside the flower bed at the entrance, there's a man unconscious. Take him and get him to a remote location in the suburbs. Then call me. Make sure it's completely quiet—no one should know." On the other end of the line, Chen Hu was so delighted he almost jumped out of his seat. He and his brother had always hoped to become Qin Feng's close associates, but he never saw it that way. Every time they were assigned tasks, Qin Feng always paid them a fair fee—clearly indicating that their relationship was merely one of employment. Chen Hu slapped the chopsticks out of his brother's hands and said, "Let's go." Chen Bao looked reluctant: "What for? I'm just having dinner!" "Skip a few bites and you won't starve!" he insisted. "It's rare that Qin Feng has taken the initiative to assign us a task. Don't waste the opportunity." "Ah, okay. Then let's go right away!" An hour later, at a spot in the suburbs. Chen's two brothers were driving a black business sedan, anxiously watching a Hummer approaching from the east. Zhou Hao was tied at the wrists and ankles, with adhesive tape sealed over his mouth in the back seat. In fact, it was unnecessary—Qin, the young magnate, had handled everything with precision. He had said Zhou would be unconscious for one hour; it was impossible for Zhou to wake up at the 59th minute. The brothers had simply taken extra precautions. “Chen Hu said excitedly, ‘Thank you so much, Qin Shao, for your support. To meet you, we brothers truly owe it to our past lives. As for what comes next, please just give us your instructions—we’d be willing to go through fire and water, without a single complaint.’” In response to this expression of loyalty, Qin Feng made no immediate gesture, merely said calmly, “Just lift Zhou onto my vehicle. From now on, you needn’t worry about the rest. Don’t be too conspicuous over the coming days—Plains City’s underworld is about to undergo a major reshuffle. As the saying goes, ‘the bird that flies too high gets shot,’ don’t you know?” “Understood.” After the Hummer drove off into the distance, Chen Hu gave his brother a solid pat on the shoulder: “Baozi, Qin Shao finally treats us as his own.” Chen Bao asked curiously, “Why are you so certain?” Chen Hu, having made a show of sincerity, then said with genuine excitement, “Because he didn’t give us any money!” Chen Bao’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands: “Right If Qin Da-Shao knew that, simply because they hadn't been given any money, the two had been so excited, he'd be utterly stunned. Half an hour later, he parked his car beside a water channel and kicked open the back door, slamming his foot into Zhou Hao's chest. Only then did Zhou Hao open his eyes, startled by the unfamiliar surroundings and the fact that he was tied up in five different ways—especially when he saw Qin Feng. Qin Feng lit a cigarette and took two puffs, then said coldly, "You'd better tell me the truth, or you'll have no chance at all. Look at that river in front of you—well, you'll end up as a drowned man."