?Reading on mobile phone After tidying up the water dragon clan's headquarters, it was nearly dawn. Yang Hongxin, the editor at Bao Ling Electronic Books, yawned, his eyes bloodshot. When he called Mr. Lei last night to report on the situation, he simultaneously received the official order to fully take over the water dragon clan. Perhaps this was the only thing that could make him feel a little pleased—by taking over the water dragon clan, he would become the true, undisputed leader of the underworld in Plain City. He summoned several capable assistants from the Dadi Clan and a few surviving leaders from the water dragon clan. After announcing Mr. Lei's directive, the water dragon clan leaders showed no signs of agitation, merely expressing a sense of resignation. This made him feel particularly satisfied. Since you all are so well-mannered, as the elder brother I certainly won't let you down—just wait and enjoy the good things. As he was about to offer reassurance to those leaders, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared, followed by a loud "thud" as something hit the table. He turned and saw a strangely shaped dagger. "Who?" Yang Hong Xin grew furious, "Who has an objection? Let them speak out plainly in front of everyone! What's the point of playing such a petty game?" He had assumed it was one of the leaders who was dissatisfied and had thus drawn his dagger. Everyone exchanged glances, each making a clear "Not me" gesture. Pop! The overhead light went out, and a figure descended from the sky, his pistol blazing with fire, while with the other hand he drew the Fire-Phoenix dagger and plunged it into the temple of a nearby person. Pfft... pfft... pfft... then a sharp crack— As the lights reignited, only Yang Hong Xin remained alive; the others were either struck dead by bullets to the brow or pierced through by the sharp dagger. "Who are you?" Yang Hong Xin's legs trembled, the sharp edge of the Fire-Phoenix dagger pressed against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Qin Feng finally turned to him, speaking calmly and deliberately, "My name is Qin Feng." "Was it you who killed Zhong Hu and Du Bin?" Yang Hong Xin asked. Qin Da shook his head. "It's not just those two—there's also Bodragon and a group of archers. By the way, your name, Yang Xiangzhuan, will be added soon as well. Of course, I'll give you a chance to survive, as long as you provide me with a satisfactory answer." He gave a cold smile. "I suspect it'll be difficult. It's not that I'm unwilling to fight for my life—I truly have little to offer you. Du Bin has already shared what I believe you're interested in, so there's no need for me to repeat it." Upon seeing Du Bin's body for the first time, he immediately judged that the man had committed suicide. Why? He must have spoken some truths that couldn't be kept—knowing that Master Lei would surely hold him accountable. Rather than endure prolonged torture, he had chosen to die, at least sparing his family from being dragged into it. "Brave," Qin Feng praised him. With a firm twist of his wrist, he then leapt high into the air and stepped out of the room. Yang Hongxin's eyes had turned ashen. He opened his mouth, muttering, "The living gate—has truly summoned some celestial being... cough, cough..." As he coughed, a jagged wound appeared on his neck, spewing out streams of blood, and he slowly slumped to the table. None of the senior figures from the two powerful factions survived. The underworld of Pingplain City was destined for a complete overhaul. Just ask any young girl around, and I'll tell you—wow, I didn't know they were actually welcoming leadership inspections. Which leaders? Apparently, it's city-level officials—the Party Secretary, Lin Mingfei, the Mayor, Wang Changling, and other members of the city party leadership. But why such a big production? Isn't it just a waste of resources? He really looks down on those people who only know how to polish their image and boast about themselves. Instead of spending their time actually paying attention to people's livelihoods or thinking about how to boost ordinary citizens' incomes, they're busy organizing pointless events. Of course, you can't miss the TV journalists following these officials. How about Mei Hui? Didn't I tell her brother he didn't like this kind of formalism? What's wrong with the leaders? I'm running a business—making a living—relying on technology and quality. What does that have to do with you bureaucrats? The beautiful CEO calmly offered a very reasonable explanation in response to his questioning: "We're currently being held up by the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology. If the senior leadership doesn't give their approval, our partnership with the first automotive group will fall through. It makes sense to leverage this leadership visit to boost Qin Group's visibility—it's definitely beneficial." He furrowed his brows: "Alright, then, we'll treat it with high规格. That way, I'll step back and let you handle it." "I knew you'd say that," she shot him a look. The beautiful CEO also had a lot of opinions, yet had to maintain a smile and say to everyone, "Let's rally our spirits and welcome Comrade Lian and Mayor Wang." Under the escort of the crowd, she stepped out of the hall and reached the entrance. The first to alight were not the municipal leaders, but the staff from the television station, who enthusiastically photographed the Qin Building and the security personnel before dutifully snapping pictures of the leaders as they got off. Handshakes and small talk were an essential part of the process. Mei Hui smiled warmly and greeted each leader in turn. "Where is Qin Director?" asked Mayor Wang Changling. "Indeed, where's the young Qin?" Lian Mingfei added, making it sound as if he were very familiar with Qin Feng. Just as Mei Hui was about to respond, Manager Lu Man from Human Resources interjected, "Qin Director has been delayed on the way, but don't worry—he'll soon join you. I'll call him right away." Mei Hui didn't hold any complaint against Lu Man, as it was the leaders themselves who had requested to meet with Qin Feng. "Alright, then, let's go up and take a look at your office environment," Lin Mingfei said, his large belly prominent. With so many beautiful women around, he felt particularly cheerful. Mei Hui, taking advantage of the lull as the leaders entered one after another, whispered to Lu Man: "Go up and ask Qin Director to come out—he's in his office. We've already been specifically mentioned by Lin Secretary and Wang Mayor; if he doesn't appear, people will think we're being uncivilized." The beautiful manager nodded her head. "Understood."