?Mobile reading Six years ago, Luoman has resented Wu Dong deeply. Because he once saved her life, even though she harbored deep resentment, she never sought revenge against Wu Dong. After listening to Luoman's detailed account of the entire situation, Qin, the young magnate, shrugged with genuine embarrassment and said, "You're able to collaborate with Zhong Hu again after six years—thank you, thank you, all the way to your family! You've made the right choice by following me. I simply have a far better character than Wu Dong does." For himself, he believed he could never treat his beloved as a stepping stone. Wu Dong truly is a talent—otherwise, how could he have thrived so effortlessly in the treacherous world of politics? The beautiful manager bit her lower lip and said, "Thank you, thank you, the whole family! Though Wu isn't the best, he's willing to sacrifice anyone close to him for his own sake. On the other hand, he surpasses you in many ways." "In which ways? Don't be joking—do you really mean that?" Qin the young magnate eagerly wanted to know the answer. The beautiful manager smiled warmly and said, "Of course there is. At least, they're not as fickle as you are, and they never play games with women. Plus, they never force someone to comply simply by holding onto their weak spot." Qin Feng blushed deeply and huffed, "So now you have complaints? I didn't kill you—that's already the greatest mercy I could offer. Remember you owe me one hundred and twenty million yuan? I'm not even charging interest. From now on, don't expect any complaints from you!" Romon gave him a withering look and reluctantly replied, "Got it. You can rest assured—I'll never break my promise to you." He added with a touch of condescension, "That's good. By the way, you might want to consider the two suggestions I made earlier, especially the second one." "You're dead!" Romon sat up again in bed. He continued with his usual air of condescension, "Just consider them, I really think the proposal is excellent." "The beautiful manager frowned seriously: 'Qin Feng, if you dare say another word like this, I'll kill you...' Huff... A sudden gust of wind blew past, carrying with it a swift, dark figure. Romana couldn't finish her sentence, as a sharp dagger was pressed against her throat—she could clearly feel the cold seeping through the blade. It wasn't just cold—it was distinctly icy. Looking at her bedside, a woman in all black stood there. Wearing a head covering, Romana couldn't see her face. Qin, the young lord, rolled his eyes and said, 'Sasha, you've frightened little Manon so badly. Please, she'll be as much in our care as we are—she and we are now one rope, two cranes.' 'Nonsense!' Isabel cut him off. Qin Feng grew uneasy—these two had never met before. What could possibly be the deep grudge between them that the beautiful instructor held so strongly against her?" Isabella spoke calmly, "We're three people, yet you're calling us just two grasshoppers? Is your math really taught by the PE teacher, little rascal?" Qin's young count couldn't help but have a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. How had this serious female instructor learned to tell dry jokes? To say that math was taught by the PE teacher—what a charming twist! Wasn't this all just a dream? After all, when he first became a full-fledged assassin, Isabella barely knew any Chinese. Even during the explosion on the Death Island, she could only manage a few simple sentences. Now, just a few months later, she's fluent in Chinese—what a transformation! Before she drew her sword, the instructor added a final threat to Román: "Whether you're joking or serious, if you so much as dare to harm this little rascal, I'll be the first one to take you out!" Romana nodded quickly, a completely instinctive gesture—under the powerful presence of the young, unaging instructor, she felt like a leaf swaying in the wind, ready to be swept away by any gust. Swish— the instructor elegantly sheathed her dagger. It wasn't until several seconds later that Romana regained her composure and pointed at her, asking, "Was it you who killed the White Wolf?" "Did you think otherwise? Isn't it obvious—it wasn't me, then, was it?" Isabella glanced at Qin, her tone full of disdain. Romana smiled faintly, then sighed, "Now I understand why we've been outmatched by Qin Feng. There's clearly someone else just as formidable. My name is Romana, and at the Gate of Life, I'm known as Shura." Qin Feng had expected Isabella's proud demeanor to leave Romana unnoticed. Instead, she pulled back her veil and gave a slight upward curve to her lips, saying, "I'm Isabelle, from the Isle of Death. There, I'm known as the Unaging Instructor." "Ni ma, I didn't know she was going to compete with Román to see who was more beautiful. The beautiful manager was very savvy—right away, when she saw the fresh, charming look on the young officer's face, she burst into a look of sheer admiration. Coming from the Island of Death, holding a rank of officer, and even that gleaming dagger she drew just now—these were all things Román could surely envy. Qin, the young lord, was completely at a loss. He couldn't understand why Isabella wanted to outshine Román in every single aspect—was she aiming to become the leading figure? Well, then, matters between women often involve subtleties that gentlemen would be better off leaving untouched. After a few rather uneventful exchanges with Román, Isabella turned to him and said, 'I've come to see you today with something very important.' 'What is it?' he asked—something that could make the young officer so seriously attentive must surely be no ordinary matter. 'The God of Death is still alive,' Isabella said, each word deliberate. 'What?' "Qin Feng leapt straight out of bed. How could the God of Battle have survived? The senior officer who managed to survive the self-destructing explosion of the Island of Death was already an extraordinary feat—could the God of Battle also possess the ability to revive? She explained: 'At the time of the Island of Death's explosion, the God of Battle was not on the island but executing a secret mission in Africa. The one we saw then was merely a stand-in chosen by the upper echelons to stabilize morale. Recently, there was a high-profile assassination in Europe—someone was stabbed to death, and the pathologist detected dozens of snake venom components in the wound. I needn't elaborate further—you should already know the answer.' My goodness, the God of Battle hasn't died! This is quite a complication. That warrior ranked first in overall combat strength on the Island of Death, and his personal weapon—a dagger resembling a cobras—was named Fuzheng. It ranks eighth among the world's ten most mysterious daggers." It's said to have been forged from the essence of thousands of venomous snakes—whenever it appears, disaster follows. Qin Feng intended to say something, but Isabella raised an eyebrow and said, "Someone's arrived. I'll retreat first and find a chance to sit down and have dinner together." Without waiting for either of them to respond, she swiftly kicked the ground with both legs and leapt out of the window. Romain was full of admiration, but soon realized a serious issue: "Qin Feng, is this the twelfth floor?" Qin Feng shrugged: "What's the twelfth floor? For her, even ten times higher would be nothing." The visitors were none other than Mei Hui and Fang Fang.