?Reading on mobile phone Wu Dong found it hard to tolerate Qin Feng's directness. He was a man skilled in behind-the-scenes scheming, who most enjoyed orchestrating events through various arrangements and subtle maneuvers, often achieving results without anyone knowing. Once his plans came to light, he felt uncomfortable. Now, however, he felt particularly uneasy. Taking a deep breath, he offered a rather strained smile and asked, "How did you find out about Shengmen?" "Since Sun Kui, I've known," said Qin, lounging comfortably with his legs crossed. "The ambushes outside the city, the attacks on the Dragons and Wolves—those were all people you sent." Wu Dong chuckled dryly, "You killed Sun Kui, so naturally Shengmen will demand blood for that debt." "Indeed?" Qin Feng looked straight into his eyes and said, "Sun Kui brought a green hat to my father. My father raised his son and wife for over a decade, yet instead of showing gratitude, Sun Kui now wants to take over Qin family's estate with his mistress. If you were in my position, what would you do?" Wu Dong remained silent—he couldn't honestly claim to be able to handle such a situation with impartiality. Strictly speaking, Sun Kui's death was entirely his own fault. He certainly understood this, but the Master, Lei, explained that even if Sun Kui had committed a grave mistake, it should have been handled by the family itself, not by an outsider making demands. "Is that so? Does Master Lei not know about Sun Kui's affairs?" Qin Feng countered. Wu Dong was once again at a loss. How could Lei possibly not know? When Sun Kui joined the family, he had clearly outlined his ancestors' lineage and accomplishments. How could he have concealed anything he had done? This kind of embezzlement of others' property—Lord Lei not only fails to punish him but actively supports him. After all, as long as Sun Kui succeeds, the Shengmen will receive a substantial tribute. "Now that I've said all I have to say," Qin Feng stood up slowly, "it's clear from the start that it's the Shengmen who have let me down, not me who has initiated the conflict." Wu Dong's expression grew stern. "What exactly do you mean? Are you suggesting we negotiate?" "Nonsense," Qin Feng replied with a thoughtful gaze. "If I truly wanted to negotiate, my actions would have been more indirect. What I'm telling you is—go ahead and use whatever strategies you have. I'll take them all. Of course, compared to defensive or counter-offensive tactics, I prefer to launch a direct offensive. Pass this message to your leader: have him clean his neck and wait—because I, Qin Feng, will take his life at any moment." "Hahahaha!" Wu Dong laughed loudly. "Young man, you're certainly overestimating yourself!" How can you possibly be our equal, let alone an adversary? The next words from Qin Feng nearly drove him to his knees: "Is it really meaningful to say all this? Didn't I already be your enemy from the very beginning? And up until now, haven't you ever gained the upper hand over me? Moreover, don't you—the very 'Hidden Tiger' of Shengmen, the most secretive of all—already stand exposed before me?" Right now, Qin Feng wasn't inclined to negotiate. Even if Shengmen offered concessions, he wouldn't rest until they were completely uprooted. Wu Dong certainly wouldn't show the slightest sign of hesitation. To assert dominance, he effortlessly projected the unique aura of a warrior. Yet, this modest pressure? Nothing at all. Unless Qin the Young were watching him closely, one would typically find that those skilled in scheming usually lacked substantial strength in their core abilities. Then let's see who truly holds the edge! Qin Feng projected his presence, and Wu Dong instantly seemed insignificant, his breath growing labored under the weight of Qin's aura, his complexion growing increasingly pale. After all, at this moment, Wu Dong wasn't just a skilled martial artist—he was a cultivator, his aura several times stronger than that of ordinary martial practitioners. "Hmph," Qin Feng scoffed, "don't think because the elder of the Celestial Realm is the second, and your lineage is merely the third, that you're far behind. You're still far from catching up." With that, he turned and walked away. Only after he had completely left the office did the pressure fade away. Wu Dong sank back into his chair, as if drained of all strength, gasping for breath. For a moment, he had even felt as though he would be killed by the other. Now, recalling the encounter, he still felt a shiver of fear. After several deep breaths, his racing heart gradually calmed. He extended his hand, still slightly trembling, and sent a confidential email: Identity exposed—requesting countermeasures. Still not fully reassured, he also sent a separate email to another secret address. The second recipient immediately replied: "Stupid! What are you doing here? You're getting worse and worse." A while later, the first recipient responded: "Since it's now exposed, we should abandon our previous plans and act directly against Qin Feng. I've already notified Shurō to assist us. You two must work closely together and fully commit to alleviating the organization's concerns." Wu Dong sighed, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions. Being publicly revealed as who he was filled him with fear, while receiving the order to collaborate with Shurō immediately sparked a sense of anticipation. Most importantly, he was fully aware that he wasn't up to Qin Feng's level—so he would surely have to rely on Shurō in the end. With Shurō already displeased by the exposure of his identity, would she heed his instructions? That was a real headache. Wu Dong leaned his head back against the large armrest of his chair, rubbing his temples with both hands, murmuring to himself, "I never thought a young man from the Qin family would be so difficult to handle. Well, since Master Lei has issued the order, Shurō won't dare to disobey. Now, I just need to figure out how Only by eliminating Qin Feng could one alleviate the fear within him, and Wu Dong was very clear about this. ... At Qin Family Holdings, the assistant noticed the manager's expression was rather grave and asked with concern, "Mr. Luo, are you feeling unwell? Would you like to take a break?" Luo Man managed a smile and replied, "I'm fine—just relatives visiting for a while." Upon hearing that Luo was experiencing her period, the assistant nodded and quietly resumed her work. At that moment, the president's assistant, Fang Fang, entered and said to her, "Mr. Luo, how has the personnel realignment plan proposed by Mei General last week progressed? Mei General emphasized that this matter should be prioritized and implemented promptly." Luo Man smiled and responded, "The initial plan has been prepared, and I'm about to deliver it to Mei General for her review before making further refinements." "That's good—Mei General has been urging us to move forward," Fang Fang added. "I'll deliver it to her right away." "Before Fang Fang left, Luoman asked, 'Has Qin Director come yet? He also made some suggestions last time—I'd like to send him a gift too.' Fang, the beautiful woman, shrugged, 'Qin Director hasn't come. How about I call him and see if he has time?' Luoman smiled, 'That would be best—after all, this is a major personnel adjustment. If any gaps arise, it could definitely have a negative impact on the group's work.' In her smile, there was a touch of subtle intention."