Several vehicles are speeding through the city streets. In the back seat of the lead vehicle sits a middle-aged man looking deeply anxious. He is Yang Hongxin, the head of the Dà Dōng Clan, serving in the same capacity as Du Bin as a representative of the Shengmén Clan. Together with Du Bin’s Shuǐlóng Clan and the previous Sun Kui, the Dà Dōng and Shuǐlóng Clans are known as the three major clans of the Plain City. On the surface, the Dà Dōng and Shuǐlóng Clans appear as independent entities, often clashing over territory and interests—but these are merely performances for the outside world. Upon hearing Du Bin’s distress signal, Yang Hongxin immediately gathers a group of fifteen people and rushes to assist at the fastest possible speed, while simultaneously dispatching another forty or so younger members from different directions. At the Shuǐlóng Clan’s stronghold, Qin Feng has issued a final ultimatum—no response comes from within, only the crisp sound of guns being loaded. If you have chosen to die on your own, then so be it. He suddenly lifted his right leg with greater force than before, driving it hard into the iron gate. The gate hinges had been completely destroyed, and the heavy iron gate soared right off its frame. Three figures stood right behind the gate—unfortunately, all of them were knocked to the ground. Thump, thump, thump... Three bullets struck them precisely. Immediately after, Qin Feng fired a fourth bullet, killing the young man who was covered in blood. Du Bin had just raised his pistol, hadn't even managed to aim, when a flash of golden light passed through—his sharp dagger had already pierced his wrist. The pistol tumbled to the ground without control. Holding his right arm in pain, Du Bin looked miserable. The fire-ember metal, unlike any metal on Earth, caused him intense agony. If it weren't for his strong sense of self-respect, he would have curled up on the ground, screaming loudly. "Du Bin?" Qin Feng asked. Du Bin nodded, then asked in return, "Qin Feng?" "Throughout it all, he never saw Isabella—believing that the younger men outside had all fallen victim to Qin Feng. A profound sense of fear surged within him; at this moment, he deeply regretted accepting the assignment to confront Qin Feng. If given the chance again, even at the cost of being reprimanded by the Master of Thunder, he would have refused. Despite multiple verifications, Qin Feng's true identity remained a mystery to both him and Shengmen. Previous assassination attempts had already revealed that the target was no ordinary person, and Du Bin had even been temporarily excluded from the mission. He hadn't expected that even the three pillars—the Thunder Dragon, the White Wolf, and the Burial Tiger—had proven to be no match. Since Qin Feng had appeared unscathed, it meant the unfortunate bait, Zonghu, had already perished. With three of the Four Pillars fallen, Shengmen now faced its most severe trial in history. "Tell me everything you know—don't try to hide anything. You should understand exactly what I'm looking for." "Qin Feng spoke coldly, "If the answer isn't satisfactory, you should already know what will happen." Du Bin chuckled bitterly, holding his hand and bending low, saying, "I didn't think you'd kill me just because I didn't speak—I've heard that once I speak, the living doors won't let me off easy. Under these circumstances, if it were you, what would you do? 'It's all the same—either way, it's a death. Better to say it out loud so I don't just end up telling the Lord of the Underworld.'" Qin Feng scoffed. Du Bin's expression grew a bit more natural. "Our master is known as Master Thunder, though his real name is unknown. His age and household address are kept secret. His influence spans across Zhongyuan Province and several other provinces in Huadong. It's said there are even higher-ranking figures above the Living Doors. I'm merely a fragrance master and have never met any of these senior figures." Qin Feng interrupted, "Can you at least offer something useful? I already know all this." Du Bin continued to smile苦笑, pulling out his phone from his left pants pocket with his left hand and said, "A year ago, I secretly took photos of Mr. Lui, which should be useful to you. Also, the Da Dong faction is a branch of the Shengmen. I've already called them; Master Yang is currently en route with reinforcements." Qin Feng, of course, wouldn't be polite—receiving the phone, he slipped it into his own coat pocket, then reached for the fire-pearl, saying, "Your answer may not be satisfactory, but I'm giving you a chance to go. Until we meet again." With that, he turned and walked away. Du Bin sat down heavily on the ground, muttering to himself, "You're letting me go, but Mr. Lui won't. I should just make it quick. Why didn't Master Yang come sooner? Well, it's all in vain—whether he comes or not, he'll just be another companion on my journey to the afterlife." He picked up his pistol with his left hand and pressed the trigger against his temple. Bang... As the gunshot echoed, his body slowly collapsed, eyes filled with a look A few minutes later, Yang Hongxin and his team arrived on the scene, his eyes filled with tears. Although he often clashed fiercely with Du Bin for the sake of interests, those were always internal disagreements. But now, seeing Du Bin killed, Yang Hongxin felt deeply moved. "Clear the scene and collect the bodies of our brothers," he said, his voice trembling. A naive young associate asked, "Master, with so many people dead, shouldn't we call the police?" "Call your mother, how about that? What kind of a thought is that? Do you think we're a society of lawyers or something? Do you have a bowel movement in your head? Don't run—I'm going to beat you to death!" Yang Hongxin unleashed all his frustration on the young man, chasing after him as he spoke. The associate ran around, clutching his head, and eventually slipped on the blood, then was pummeled senseless. With some of his anger now subsided, Yang Hongxin took out his phone and dialed Lei's number, giving a detailed account of the situation. …Romana was woken up by the phone ringing. She opened the desk lamp with irritation, thinking, Who on earth is calling this late at night—surely to complain? When she checked her phone, it was Lei. Still, she spoke with a touch of displeasure: "Master Lei, what time is it now? Can't you wait until tomorrow? You said—Zong Hu died? How? And Du Bin from the Shui Long Clan also died—what's going on?" Her sleepiness vanished instantly, and her initial displeasure gave way to anger. After listening to Lei's account, she said calmly, "I understand now! Qin Feng killed Zong Hu. Master Lei, don't worry—I won't act impulsively or make a fool of myself. But blood debts must be paid with blood. That's an unchanging truth." Hanging up, she muttered firmly, "Qin Feng—you must die!" On the other end of the line, Lei smiled faintly, casually set the phone down, and poured himself a glass of red wine, enjoying the moment. Over the phone just now, he didn't mention that Zhong Hu was the bait—he said Zhong Hu was killed by Qin Feng during the transfer. He was well aware of Zhong Hu's close relationship with Xiu Luo. With Zhong Hu gone, Xiu Luo would absolutely not rest easy. Moreover, besides her cautious nature, Xiu Luo had another distinct advantage: she had already successfully infiltrated deep within the Qin family group. Yet, she launched her attack on Qin Feng entirely unexpectedly. The entire weight of the situation now rests completely on her shoulders.