Qin Feng felt yet another wave of despair. He had hoped to impress the ever-young instructor at the moment of departure by showcasing his affluent background—presenting her with a golden card containing 500,000 yuan as a personal allowance. However, she declined. Isabella explained that the secret account on Death Island had always been under her management, and she had successfully cleaned the funds, transforming them into her personal assets. Qin, the young heir, hesitantly asked, “How much exactly?” With a casual tone, the goddess replied, “Around ten to twelve million euros.” “How? Ten to twelve million euros!” He stared in disbelief. “I’ve only just inherited my father’s company, and my total liquid assets amount to just a few tens of millions. Even including fixed assets, I’ve managed a high of around 100 million yuan.” The goddess softly added, “Your figures are in RMB, while mine are in euros.” Puff— Qin collapsed face-first onto the ground. That was simply too stunning! How can ten billion euros convert to less than one hundred billion RMB? Is there any sense of fairness left? When he finally managed to struggle up, the goddess patted his shoulder and said, "So, don't worry about money—after all, I'll take care of you!" Qin Feng muttered resentfully: "I absolutely have to marry you. Just the dowry alone could multiply the Qin family's assets by over a hundred times. How many more years of hard work will I have to put in?" "If I had known there were so much money in the Death Island account, why did I have to be so foolish and give up everything for freedom? I'm truly ruined now." Seeing his sly, disapproving smile, the goddess waved her hand in front of him and said, "What bad plans are you plotting? Surely you're thinking of ways to turn my money into yours, aren't you?" He swallowed hard, "How do you know?" The goddess smiled gently, "Your little thoughts? Can I really not guess them? Forget it—sister, I'm never marrying you." "Why?" asked Qin, the young noble, unconvinced. "Because of my constitution," the goddess said with deliberate intent. "The vampire lineage is fundamentally different from ordinary people—primarily, the vampires have a cold, Yin-based constitution..." "Cut to the chase," he interrupted, growing impatient. The goddess once again draped her arm over his neck, exhaling a fragrant aroma. "In short, if you have sex with me, you'll be frozen solid by my internal Yin energy—turned into a cold ice stick." Whoa, no way! Why didn't I feel anything when we were kissing earlier? Are you pulling my leg? Seeing that he remained unconvinced, the goddess continued: "Kissing isn't a deep enough physical contact. The moment your member enters my body, the Yin energy takes effect and instantly freezes you solid. Of course, if you still don't believe me, we can arrange a trial." Forget it. I still have so much happiness ahead of me—I'm not going anywhere. That means, facing Goddess Isabella, I can only maintain a flirtatious relationship and never go beyond that—rather disappointing, isn't it? The goddess added, "Of course. Once your strength becomes formidable and your yang energy can overpower the yin-cold energy, then you'll be able to do as you please. That's precisely why I say you're the one person in my life—keep going, okay!" What kind of empty promise is this? During the years on the Island of Death, Qin Feng had always been the one being treated unfairly, and deep down, he'd always felt that he wasn't up to par against Isabella. The recent series of pursuits had clearly demonstrated that she not only surpassed him in influence, but far beyond a mere advantage. When will his robust, yang energy finally overcome your cold, yin constitution? Will he even have a chance in this lifetime? "Alright, I'll make an effort," Qin Feng said, though he wasn't confident, he never let his lack of confidence show in front of a beautiful woman. The goddess sensed his somewhat low spirits and gently leaned in, pouting as she said, "Alright, once we've settled this troublesome matter at Shengmen, I'll stop hiding in the shadows and follow you every day, okay?" "Yep!" Qin's young lord instantly revived, kissing her without a care in the world. Why say he was carefree? Because he had forgotten the pain once the wound had healed. Plump... thump! "Little bad girl, I wasn't trying to do that on purpose! I swear!" "Wheee, Shasha, I no longer trust you! You've wounded my pure heart... don't come near! I'll get up myself!" "...” ... The next day, just as Qin Feng had anticipated, Wu Dong wasn't at the municipal government. Through indirect inquiries, it was learned that he had submitted a leave request and reportedly wouldn't return to work for a short while. After treating He Muqing and Shu Yajing to a sumptuous meal, the two women finally revealed their purpose for seeking him out. These two girls have really outsmarted Qin Daxiao. They've already swindled him out of hundreds of thousands of savings, yet they're still not satisfied—willing to pay more just to extract information from them. Shu Jinghua, gracefully wiping her lips, added, "It's about Chen Jinzhong. The issues he's created—using his connections to trouble the special forces and obstruct justice—have now been officially confirmed. Wu Chaozhi has been designated a co-conspirator." "Really? When did the police become so efficient?" Qin Feng scoffed. Shu Jinghua was immediately taken aback. "What do you mean? I'm not just a police officer anymore!" "Alright, alright, my little lady," Qin Daxiao knew that arguing with a woman never ended well, so he changed the subject. "So, what's the final outcome for Chen and Wu?" Shu Jinghua gave him a withering look and remarked, "Both of them have been sent to the detention center. Chen is definitely in for a rough time—five or six years in prison is far from out of the question." Wu's just an accomplice—he'll be released after a while once he's detained." With this outcome, he was fairly satisfied. Of course, if these two didn't take it to heart, he'd be happy to help them out again. "Is there anything else?" he asked. Both women shook their heads, and Qin Da Shao was nearly furious—such a small matter, and yet they had managed to trick him into a full meal! That was exactly their intention. Since they couldn't defeat him directly, they'd settled for a different approach. Once they realized that spending money could make him feel uncomfortable, they knew exactly what to do. Qin Feng felt it was necessary to inform them about the conflict with Shengmen, so they wouldn't remain clueless. "What?" Heavi Meng almost jumped out of her chair, pointing at him, "You actually confronted Wu Dong, even injured him? How could you have been so impatient?" He shrugged, "Didn't he invite me?" The Asura also appeared, though I couldn't make out her features clearly—I know her three measurements well enough that even with my eyes closed, I could easily identify her. "How exactly would you find her with your eyes closed?" asked Shu, the police officer, puzzled. Qin, the young man, chuckled and held out both hands, making a gesture of grabbing a dragon's claws. "Of course, by feeling her—how could you not believe me? Why don't you watch me demonstrate? I just need to touch her once with my eyes closed, and I can distinguish you from the leader. Care to give it a try?"