?Reading on mobile phone Du Bin held a glass of red wine high above, gazing at it under the light, thinking to himself that the Château de Dolembourg, a French estate, must be no ordinary one. The Eighty Electronic Book, using Wu Dong as bait and adding twenty-some armed guards, was certain to eliminate Qin Feng—his plan, he believed, was flawless. Suddenly, a younger colleague burst in anxiously: "Mr. Du, they've come back—they've come back!" Startled by the interruption, Du Bin nearly dropped the wine glass. Though he tried to steady himself, a good deal of wine spilled over, splashing onto his trousers. "What's the fuss about? Don't you know how to speak clearly?" he said with irritation. "Isn't it just people returning? What's so remarkable about that? With so many people involved in the mission, what could possibly go wrong?" The young man pleaded: "Mr. Du, only three people returned. It seems the mission has failed." "What? Call them in immediately!" Du Bin gasped, and the wine cup still fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Three gunmen entered looking rather embarrassed, the leader speaking quickly without waiting for Du Bin to ask any questions: "Mr. Du, the mission has failed. Only we three have survived. The target was severely injured and then escaped." Du Bin was stunned—twenty-some gunmen couldn't even manage to injure one person, let alone hold him and have him flee. Suddenly realizing something was wrong, he slapped the man across the face: "Who sent you back? Our base has been exposed—did you not realize that?" The man looked genuinely distressed: "No, we saw him injured and then escape. How could we possibly have followed you? Mr. Qin is truly difficult to handle. Our men—our men—well, actually, most of them are gone. You must step in and defend us now, Mr. Du." Du Bin felt increasingly frustrated. Based on his years of experience, he sensed the situation was far from simple. Just as he was about to push back these inept, overbearing fellows, a commotion broke out outside. "What's going on?" he called out loudly. The young lieutenant who had just come to report, now covered in blood and trembling with fear, exclaimed, "Our brothers have been ambushed! A shadow-like figure moved with incredible speed—already over a dozen have fallen to it." Du Bin stared in disbelief, wishing he could personally dispatch the three men before him. Didn't they say they hadn't been followed at all? Outside, Isabella moved with the grace of flowers dancing through the air, her path littered with fallen figures. Her dagger, named Saraville, featured a uniquely shaped hilt resembling scales, with a jade-green gemstone embedded at the back. The guard and the pommel formed an eerie 'X' shape, and on each side of the blade, five inward-curving segments, like serrations, ran along the edge. On the blade's face, an even more unusual series of grooves ran parallel, and at the tip, a deep crimson gemstone was set. It is said that this dagger appeared in the 17th century, belonging to a European countess who used it to cut the throats of thousands of young maidens, leaving behind a trail of blood and curses. Ultimately, the countess was murdered in a tragic end, and the dagger itself vanished without a trace. Among the world's ten most mysterious daggers, Qin Feng's Huo Yin ranks third, while Sarahville ranks seventh—alongside another deadly blade named Fuzheng, which was already collected by the Island of Death long ago. Sarahville had been a personal possession of the Immortal Instructor for ten years, though she initially disliked the dagger before her resurrection. Now, she holds it close and uses it with ease and confidence. With a mere flick of her wrist, she can slice through a person’s throat with exceptional sharpness, outshining even Huo Yin in precision. When Qin Feng arrived, all the security personnel at the Water Dragon Clan’s headquarters were found lying on the ground, lifeless and cold. "Sarah, you did this?" He stared wide-eyed, as everyone had died from throat-cutting—extremely gruesome. Those who were cut would not die immediately. They would instinctively press their hands against the wounds to stem the gushing blood from their major arteries, but this effort proved futile. Ultimately, they succumbed to a combination of massive blood loss and asphyxiation. Due to their struggles before death, their final moments were particularly painful. The unyielding instructor raised an eyebrow: "Not me? Then is there anyone else?" "Then you don't have to slaughter them all!" Qin, the young noble, rarely showed compassion—now he completely forgot about having previously killed nineteen gunmen himself. The goddess glanced at him coldly and murmured, "Leave them to you—will you spare them?" "Eh!" Qin Feng was taken aback and stammered, "Of course not. But I won't treat them as you do. I'll give them a more dignified, swift death." Isabella didn’t want to waste much time on this issue, just nodded toward a steel door. “The person you’re looking for is inside. If you find my methods too harsh, then handle the rest yourself.” He shrugged—of course, I’ll take care of it, so those others don’t end up with their throats cut. Taking a step forward, he kicked hard at the steel door. Clang… The door groaned with a powerful, deafening sound, yet it didn’t budge—only leaving a large dent. Qin, the young lord, blushed deeply, never expecting the door to be so solid. Oh well, he’d hoped to make a modest impression in front of the beautiful woman, only to end up looking like a fool. Indeed, the beautiful officer regarded him with a look that suggested: can’t even manage this small door? To be fair, he pulled out the Fire Meteor from his pocket, pressed the activation button, and the blade automatically extended. Then he drove it straight into the hinge of the steel door. Squeak… A sharp, grating sound of metal on metal, and the sharp dagger had sliced straight through the steel hinges of the iron gate. Yet the beautiful instructor didn’t seem particularly envious—her own Saraville could do the same. Moreover, the fire-obsidian dagger had been sent to Qin Feng by her. No matter what he did with this dagger, she’d always share in the credit. Both upper and lower hinges were now rendered useless. Qin, the young lord, sheathed the dagger and called out inside, “Listen up inside! If you don’t want to die, lay down your weapons and raise your hands to surrender. Otherwise, I’ll eliminate you all.” Inside the gate, only Du Bin and his bloodied junior remained—three gunners, making a total of five. This confirmed Du Bin’s hunch: these three had become the guides for Isabella and Qin Feng, exposing the entire Shui Long Clan to the enemy’s gaze. The three felt deeply remorseful. The leader addressed Du Bin, “What shall we do now?” “What else can we do?” "Du Bin said with a look of helplessness, 'I've already informed Yang Zhongshou. He has agreed to send reinforcements, but we need to hold on until they arrive. You three—go and block the entrance, and make sure the enemy doesn't get in.' With a sense of regret, the three nodded without hesitation, their faces resolute and determined, taking their rifles and heading to the door to hold it.