?Reading on mobile phone – Just the wide-eyed stares from the two girls, combined with that deadly gaze, made Qin the young man feel intimidated. The eight-zero electronic book wasn’t afraid of them, nor was it simply because of the common truth that two hands can’t always hold off four. Rather, it was unwilling to give the two girls any further reasons to continue picking apart and pressuring him. Clearly, the two girls had formed a solid alliance. As the saying goes, three ordinary craftsmen can match one Zhuge Liang; two minds together are always stronger than one. Moreover, with mutual encouragement, their confidence grew significantly—what one person might hesitate to do, two people could face with courage and resolve. For instance, when only Shu Yajing or He Muqing was present, neither would dare to invite Qin Feng out for a meal alone, let alone set a trap, since in the end it would always be themselves who would suffer. "Qin, you’re simply too impatient." He Muqing looked at her with the expression of a grandparent scolding a grandchild, saying, "After all, we've finally identified Wu Dong as someone from Shengmen. We should have gone after the bigger fish—struck at the people behind him and wiped them out in one sweep." Qin Feng rolled his eyes and sneered, "Pah! Do you really think Wu Dong is a fool, or that anyone else from Shengmen is a fool, who'd give us a chance to catch the big fish? By the time we get there, they might just play our game back and wipe us out themselves." "How can you be so certain?" Shu, the young police officer, was clearly standing firmly with He's side. "It's exactly what she wrote in her report," Qin Feng said, naturally shifting the blame onto He. He Muqing huffed, not pleased, "Well, since this time it's your sudden initiative that's caused such irreversible negative consequences, you certainly deserve a penalty. Here's what I'll settle: you buy each of us—one of the latest models of Louis Vuitton handbags—this matter is settled. Wait, Qin—what are you rushing off for? Isn't it just two "Shu expressed her agreement—she wasn't like this before. Since joining He Muqing, she had been completely content to collude with her against Qin Feng, even enjoying the process." "Next time, we'll definitely make sure he doesn't escape," the two women said in unison. Instead of going to his own office, he headed straight for the human resources department, knocking gently on the manager's door several times without waiting for a response, then pushing it open. A well-dressed female manager sat behind a large conference table, a faint frost on her face. Two employees stood beside her, looking visibly uneasy. "Please step out for a moment," Qin Feng said, his tone firm and unyielding. "I have something to discuss with Lu Manager." The two employees, clearly relieved, had done nothing at all—evidently they hadn't managed to complete the tasks assigned by the manager, and were now anxious about how to escape the situation. After they had left, Lu Man apologized, "Mr. Qin, I'm truly sorry. My work hasn't been up to par. Due to personnel changes, the building materials company has faced a series of issues—within just a few days, we've received dozens of customer complaints." "I came to see you today not to discuss this matter." Qin, the younger brother, sat before her with a cheerful smile, his watchful eyes fixed intently on her delicate face. Romana looked remarkably mature today, her dark hair neatly coiled high, revealing her flawless facial contours. Beneath her crescent-shaped brows, large, fluttering eyelashes framed her bright, clear eyes; her straight, well-defined nose and her softly pink-lipped mouth, adorned with a violet lipstick, added to her elegance, enhanced further by her pointed chin and smooth, porcelain neck—every feature perfectly refined. Her white blouse lifted gently at the bust, silently conveying the strength within, while her warm brown suit, slightly relaxed in fit, harmonized beautifully with her overall style. With the large desk between them, Qin could not see the two graceful legs concealed beneath her dress. There was no need to guess—Romana was undoubtedly wearing a skirt and stockings, as she had never worn pants since the day she began working. No doubt about it, her swaying hips and long, straight, beautifully toned legs not only made the male employees go wild, but also inspired admiration from the female staff—she truly seems made for dresses and high heels. When Qin, the young executive, came to see her, it was certainly not to raise a formal complaint. He simply didn’t care about the minor work issues. "What were you doing last night?" he asked cheerfully. The young manager was momentarily taken aback, then replied, "I was at home watching TV! Why are you asking, Mr. Qin? Are you worried I have dark circles under my eyes? I must have stayed up late." After all, if she had dark circles, her team members would surely have noticed and mentioned it—how could it be her turn to bring it up? He certainly didn’t doubt that she had stayed up late, but whether it was due to watching TV was quite questionable. This skepticism stemmed from the elevator incident last time. At that moment, both of them thought the elevator would plunge from the 15th floor down. After the initial panic, she casually remarked, "If I had known it would turn out this way, I should have declined the assignment all along." Though the situation was extremely urgent, Qin Feng remained the calm composure befitting a seasoned killer. Thus, he clearly heard her words. In fact, even Roman herself couldn't recall having said anything like that. Initially, Qin Feng suspected she was a double agent sent by his competitor company—a move specifically targeting Qin Group, something he had seen before. Later, he began to wonder if she might have been sent by Wu Dong. Why not go even further? Could she possibly be the Shura? That fleeting impression from last night had already sparked such a thought in him. A bullet had nearly taken his life—had it not been for his Naga's protection, he would have either died or been severely injured. After parting ways with Isabel, he carefully examined the bullet. The caliber was standard 9 millimeters, with the only difference being a crisscross pattern engraved by a knife at the rear. He still hadn't figured out what this pattern meant. The beautiful manager blinked her large eyes several times, puzzled by Qin Feng's question. "Manager Luo, your complexion does seem a bit off," he smiled. "I've actually been studying traditional Chinese medicine for some time now. Why don't I take a quick pulse for you? Don't hesitate—there's no charge." Anyone who handles firearms regularly develops calluses on their hands; as soon as she extended her hand, it would be obvious.