?Phone reading Luoman fired twelve consecutive shots from her HKP7 pistol—its magazine held exactly twelve rounds. Though not deliberately aimed, each bullet struck precisely where she had anticipated. She was confident in her shooting skills; even Zhong Hu would never dare boast of his accuracy in front of her. As long as one bullet hit Qin Feng, he would be dead. It took courage to fire the entire magazine in one go—most people would reserve some rounds for a chance to counterattack. Yet, when she finally turned fully around, she found that none of the twelve shots had hit Qin Feng—each had struck the wall instead. She hadn’t seen Qin Feng’s body either. "Excellent shooting!" came a praise laced with clear sarcasm from behind her. Luoman turned slowly, and what she saw was Qin the Young, both hands folded over his chest. All her bullets were spent, and she hadn't even touched the hair of the person across from her—her aim was indeed exceptional, almost to the point of being excessive. Since she had now confirmed that her magazine was empty, Qin Feng had nothing to worry about. He stood smiling right in front of her, and he especially enjoyed close-quarters combat, particularly when the opponent was a beautiful woman. What will you use to kill me? Do you still have bullets left? I can confidently tell you that whenever you change your magazine, I'll reduce you to pulp. "Changing magazines and cocking the gun takes at least 1.5 seconds—enough time for me to lay you out like a sieve," said Roman with deliberate emphasis. "But what if I still have one more bullet? You're overly confident in your judgment. The HKP7 magazine indeed holds only twelve rounds, but with a simple modification, an extra round can be chambered—such a modification isn't much to ask of a seasoned shooter, is it?" Qin Feng's forehead was beaded with cold sweat. That modification was indeed simple—he himself could do it. Chambering an extra round in the barrel is something many assassins routinely do; it's a matter of life and death. It's just common sense! After living a life of comfort for so long, one often forgets the very basics. "Tsk, Qin Feng, you think you're so clever, yet you've forgotten that cleverness can sometimes backfire," Luo Man smiled. "Even Zhong Hu isn't your match in hand-to-hand combat—nor do I have a hundred percent confidence. The best strategy is simply to let you reveal your own weaknesses. Qin Feng, it's time to say goodbye." "Wait!" Qin the Young hurried to interject. "Luo Man, considering how long we've known each other, and the fact that I saved your life in the elevator—well, cough, okay, we've actually shared hardships in the elevator. Every time I see you, I've been teasing you. This time, give me a chance to make amends!" Luo Man laughed even more confidently. "Are you really surrendering?" "Don't make it sound so dramatic… Well, yes, I am surrendering. Just please, Luo Lady, show some mercy—my mother is eighty and my little one is still nursing!" "Shut up! Today you're dead. This is the price you pay for killing Wu Dong." The elegant manager cut him off mid-sentence and without hesitation, pulled the trigger. *Boom...* The bullet shot out, and with Romane's keen eyes, she could clearly see the trail left by the bullet as it sliced through the air. The distance between them was merely five to six meters—no matter how agile Qin Feng moved, he couldn't avoid it. He didn't even attempt to dodge. Yet the bullet simply vanished without a trace. After all, it had been aimed squarely at his brow, destined to splinter his skull—yet that dramatic outcome never materialized in Romane's sight. She stared in disbelief. The previous time she had helped Wu Dong escape, the shot had clearly been meant for Qin Feng, and though it had missed, he had emerged unharmed. She had convinced herself it had simply missed its mark. Regardless of what happened, Wu Dong had been successfully rescued, and the overall objective had been achieved. "By the way," Qin Feng asked, "do you still have your fourteenth bullet?" This question fundamentally proved she hadn't been imagining things. Román grew terrified: "You... how did you do it? This is impossible. No one could have avoided my bullets at such close range. No one could have—!" Qin Feng laughed coldly and asked, "Did I dodge?" Indeed, he hadn't dodged at all. Could it be that I was too excited and missed the mark? Impossible. At such close range, not only could she confidently hit a person, but even a fly would be no challenge. The situation was so strange that she now believed Qin Feng to be a ghost rather than a human—after all, bullets couldn't kill ghosts. Seeing the beautiful manager pale, he spoke calmly: "Including this time, I've already been killed by you twice. Román, what do you think I'll do to you now?" Román lost all confidence. If someone couldn't even hit her with bullets, what else could she possibly do? Qin Feng stepped forward, closing the distance between them until it was less than a foot, and never paused. The beautiful manager unconsciously started stepping back, until her body pressed against the column. Qin Feng still didn't stop moving, only when he pressed closely against her slender frame did he look down at her lovely face and say, "Anyone who wants me dead won't survive in this world." Roman sighed sadly; at that moment, she was wearing flat shoes, giving her a slight disadvantage in elevation, so she had to tilt her head to speak to him. "This belief isn't unique to you. Before you take action, could you answer me one question?" "I won't answer any questions before I kill someone," Qin Feng replied, shifting his tone. "Considering how beautiful you are, and the fact that you've actually done several meaningful things for the company, I'll satisfy your curiosity." "Thank you. My question is—what exactly are you?" "Is this question significant?" "Very significant!" Qin Feng said, gazing into her bright eyes. "My name is Qin Feng. In the world of assassins, I'm known by the nickname 'Fengmo.'" "You're Feng Mo, I see. That's why the Dragons couldn't stand a chance—Wu Dong died at your hands, and that's no surprise." She offered a satisfied smile. "Your answer has pleased me. Let's begin!" Boom... then silence.