Wu Dong is a man skilled in political maneuvering; his intelligence is naturally above average. By now, he can't help but realize that he's been used as a lure. Reflecting on what Du Bin had said before he boarded the train, and on the recent demeanor of Lei Yi, the clues were clear—he silently cursed himself for not having kept a sharper watch. Now, it's too late. Even without bending his posture, he can feel the three wounds rapidly bleeding out. The gunshot to his neck is making it hard for him to breathe. If someone were to administer emergency care at this moment, there might still be a chance of survival. Yet all the people attending to him are fully focused on dealing with Qin Feng, as though they hadn't even noticed him. As his life slips away one moment at a time, he accepts his fate, and the last spark of hope in his eyes is now extinguished, leaving only ashes. The fighting outside continues, with no fewer than twenty spears and muskets firing, bullets falling like hail. Qin Feng had long since moved away from his initial hiding spot. As a killer by training, he knew well the dangers of staying in one place. When under simultaneous attacks from multiple directions, even the most solid cover could no longer guarantee safety. Pffft... The pistol spews out a stream of fire, bullets flying one after another. Gunners standing by the roadside fall one after another, only now realizing what's happening and scrambling to take cover behind the cars. "Fire! Hit him like a sieve!" the leader shouts. Not to mention twenty-some gunners—when facing dozens of military intelligence six-special agents, or even hundreds of fierce mercenaries, he had handled them with ease. Pffft… Moving swiftly while firing bullets continuously. Gunners fell one after another, their feet littered with spent casings, yet none of them managed to touch a single hair on Qin Feng’s head. Their dense fire-net strategy had collapsed. Qin Feng had now successfully maneuvered around the flank of the gunners and fired several shots, knocking down four of them. As the number of gunners dwindled, the leader grew increasingly alarmed, shouting, “Use the hand grenades!” The remaining six stopped firing, drew their hand grenades from their belts. Two pulled the release rings and threw them immediately; two others delayed, releasing their grenades three seconds later. The last two placed their hands on the rings, tasked with observing the impact of the first four before making a decision. Boom! Boom! Boom! The hand grenades exploded, sending a blaze of fire across the scene. They were all in. After all, the toll booth was just a short distance away—someone must have already called for help. Pfft, pfft, pfft... Another three fell to the ground. Out of twenty-two, only three were still breathing. Soon, two figures appeared beside the off-road vehicle. Since the battle had just begun, Qin Feng had taken refuge among the grass, thus preserving his new car untouched—no paint scrapes at all. Isabel expressed her puzzlement: "Why leave three survivors intact and let them go unharmed? Even pretend to be injured—you're not convincing at all." Qin, the young lord, shrugged and said, "These days, my superiors have been constantly teaching me the strategy of 'casting a long line to catch a big fish.' Leaving the survivors alive is obviously to locate their base. Sasha, this task is yours—how does that sound?" "Piece of cake!" The seasoned officer's Chinese was improving steadily, and he now even used idioms with ease. As for pretending to be injured, it was indeed a performance for their benefit. Yet Qin felt his acting was quite solid. Even if he didn't win an Oscar, he'd surely earn a nomination—far from being anything less than adequate. Isabella has been quietly protecting him. She didn't intervene just now because the gunmen weren't particularly strong—Qin Feng could easily handle them alone. There was no need to expose her. Watching the immortal instructor fade into the night sky, he muttered to himself, "When will I be able to move as gracefully as she does? Why is it always she who comes out on top? That's not fair at all." After a bit of complaint, he got back into the car and, before starting the engine, called Shu, asking her to take charge of cleaning up the scene. Shu Yajing, who was fast asleep, nearly passed out—her mother wasn't even a police officer anymore! Why was she still calling her? Didn't she know what time it was? She was busy, she couldn't spare a moment. After giving Qin Feng a good scolding, she immediately received another call from He Muqing—both requests were exactly the same: for her to clean up the scene. She could refuse Qin Feng, but she simply couldn't refuse He Muqing. First, He Muqing was her direct supervisor, and her supervisor's orders were absolutely binding; second, whenever the supervisor offered a reason that made her unable to remain calm, Mr. Qin promised to send each of them a Louis Vuitton. That's how Shu, the beautiful one, fell in love. The three "sharpshooters" drove directly to Du Bin, while Isabel immediately conveyed the precise location to Qin Feng. Qin Feng moved steadily behind, this time determined to eliminate the entire plains-based faction in one go.