Qin Feng was rather displeased with He Muqing's actions, which had left him furious. As he turned to leave, He, the beautiful woman, called out behind him, "Don't rush, why don't you just send me and Jingjing each a Hermes? That way, we'll help you eliminate Wu Dong, how about that?" He stumbled slightly, nearly tripping and falling flat on his face. Was she really losing her grip on the money? Had she been hiding it all this time, or had he simply overlooked it? Similarly, the windshield was upgraded to bullet-resistant, and both the body and chassis were reinforced. Particularly, carbon-fiber panels were installed internally on the body and doors, capable of withstanding attacks from medium-caliber machine gun fire. The most immediate impact of the modifications was an increase in fuel consumption, prompting Hou Bao to further upgrade the engine. Had it not been for Qin Daxiao's strong opposition, the old man would have been eager to equip the vehicle with machine guns and missiles. In Qin Feng's view, the car was merely a means of transportation—why bother adding all these weapon functions? Moreover, given the harmonious yet often stagnant social environment in the Chinese nation, those weapons might never see practical use. The car drove smoothly along the highway, according to information provided by He Muqing: at around 1 a.m., Wu Dong would ascend onto the highway via the northern toll station, under the protection of the "Shengmen" personnel. The plan was to position a concealed force along Wu Dong's route of travel and ensure his safe passage to his final destination. Three and a half kilometers from the toll station, no matter which direction one comes from, this is a must-pass point. He parks his car by the roadside, turns on the hazard lights, and pretends the vehicle has broken down. As for himself, after sticking on a beard and donning black-framed glasses, the once graceful young man has transformed into a formidable figure—particularly intimidating to little girls. Though this is only a modest makeup, under the cover of night, unless someone walks by closely, it's hard to notice. Now, he simply waits for Wu Dong's arrival. Suddenly, his phone rings without any apparent reason, sending a jolt through him—he hadn't realized how careless he had been. Out on duty, he had completely forgotten to turn off the silent mode. It must be that his recent days have been too relaxed, and he's even forgotten basic common sense. With a bit of hurriedness, he pulls out his phone and sees it's a call from He Muqing. "Hey, leader," he says, "it's so late—how come you're still not asleep?" "Isn't it that you're having trouble sleeping because of what I'm thinking? If that's really the case, why don't I go and stay with you?" he said with a smug air. Hé Meiren's tone carried clear displeasure: "Go to hell! I'm just checking whether you've overslept—living with two beautiful girlfriends, can your body really handle it?" Are you so concerned about whether you'll get that Hermès handbag? Then why be so formal about it? He huffed, "Whether I can handle it or not, you'll find out by trying. Let me be fully responsible: I can take care of both of my lovely girlfriends first, then eliminate Wu Dong, and then have three thousand rounds of bed battles with you. Don't believe me? Then invite Shu, the police officer, to watch and judge who's the better performer—maybe, when I'm in the mood, I'll even have three thousand rounds with her too!" "Ridiculous! Boring! Go to hell!" Hé Muqing said these six words and then hung up angrily. With her so thoroughly annoyed, Qin's young lord felt exceptionally pleased. The rear lights flashed, and three cars appeared in the rearview mirror. He instantly straightened up, reaching with his right hand for the gun resting on the passenger seat. Wu Dong was seated in the back of the middle vehicle, and at once noticed a stalled car ahead. "Slow down," he said. "Something's off with that one." The driver dismissed it with a wave of indifference. "You're overthinking it," he replied. "There's only one car. Even if it's an enemy, they couldn't possibly stand against us—so many of us." Wu Dong frowned. "Be cautious," he said. "Didn't Master Du instruct you before boarding to follow my lead?" The driver couldn't help but chuckle, thinking to himself that Master Du's words were meant for him, not for them—after all, they only listened to the Ray's orders. The speed remained unchanged, and the three vehicles continued moving forward. Wu Dong was nearly furious. If it weren't for the lingering pain in his back injury and the fact that he didn't have a gun in hand, he would never have let a few ordinary people act so boldly in front of him. In fact, since the moment he got on the vehicle, he'd felt an uneasy premonition. He couldn't quite explain how this feeling had arisen—after all, Du Bin and Mr. Lei had treated him well, assigning so many people to escort him. Yet something still felt off. The passengers on the first vehicle had already reported their situation via radio. Everyone except Wu Dong wore a headset. Besides these three vehicles, three more followed at a distance of about three kilometers behind. Qin Feng, leading the front convoy, too, suddenly felt a bad sense of unease—was this a trap? The way He Muqing had obtained her intelligence seemed rather suspicious. Well, the arrow was already on the bow; now, looking back would be too late. The three vehicles maintained their speed without slowing down. In the darkness, he quickly locked onto Wu Dong, slightly aimed, and fired. To be safe, he fired three consecutive shots. Thump, thump, thump… The bullets pierced the window glass and struck Wu Dong squarely. One struck his neck, two hit his chest, then came the screech of brakes. Before Qin Feng fired, the driver had already had the chance to brake, but he didn't. Simultaneously, three vehicles emitted the sound of tires grinding against the ground, rolled down their side windows, and the passengers inside fired directly at Qin Feng while those on the outside quickly exited the vehicles to take advantageous positions. Almost instantly, at least ten guns opened fire on Qin Feng at the same time. He wasn't sure whether he had just killed Wu Dong—Wu had jumped from the vehicle and rolled into the grassy verge, the bullets nearly brushing past his body. The three vehicles following closely arrived and stopped a little farther away, several gunners carrying assault rifles beginning to sweep fire toward where Qin Feng was hiding. The bullets rained down like hail, kicking up countless clumps of soil and grass roots. Wu Dong, hit by three shots, sat in the vehicle, his body convulsing involuntarily. He finally realized it was a trap set specifically for Qin Feng, and he himself was the bait. A playful, wry smile replaced his earlier expression as he strained to lift his head, gazing toward where Qin Feng had moved, his eyes now pale and lifeless.