?Mobile reading: Qin Feng understood what He was saying. Eighty Electronic Book (txt02.com) If we can classify Shengmen as a terrorist organization, that would be ideal—because wherever in the world, the approach toward terrorist groups is always the same: relentless crackdown. Even in the harmonious society of the Heavenly Kingdom, where personal relationships and connections are everywhere, no one would dare openly protect terrorists. Wait a minute—what I hear you implying is that you want to use me as a bait, to lure Shengmen into employing various tactics. Otherwise, how would you establish their terrorist status? "Of course we can't fabricate the case without solid evidence," He Muqing said with unwavering confidence. "Evidence doesn't just appear out of nowhere—it requires us to actively seek it out. Of course, if we can't find it, we'll have to create it ourselves. Do you understand what I mean?" "Bro isn't stupid—how could he not understand? You've gone all the way with your explanations. If I still didn't get it, wouldn't you have treated me like a fool and sold me off? Glancing at her with a look of exasperation, Qin lightly remarked, "It's quite unethical for a leader to set traps for subordinates." He Muqing blushed deeply. This time, after breaking ties with her family, she had made up her mind to achieve something remarkable—something that would make her elders all fall silent. But how could she possibly do anything truly extraordinary when she was all alone in Pingplain City? Wasn’t it just what Shu Yajing had suggested—finding a husband and expanding her family through childbirth, which would surely astonish the Wei and He families? After all, wouldn’t that be just as good as simply marrying someone at random for the sake of escaping her arranged marriage? Just when she was feeling stuck, the explosion at Qin’s Headquarters happened. A sudden inspiration struck her—what if she used this very incident as the centerpiece of her strategy? If she could completely uproot the Qin family’s foundation, as the behind-the-scenes architect and overall project director, she would surely reap substantial rewards. Yes, that’s exactly what she’d do. So, she brought along Shu Jinghua, reluctantly, feigning a visit to check on the patient, and with a fruit basket she had casually purchased for several dozen yuan along the way, to Qin's home. Once her intentions were laid bare, anyone would feel embarrassed—He Leada was no exception. From the conversation between the two, Shu Jinghua picked up subtle clues. Naturally standing by the leader, she said, "Qin Feng, I think this plan is quite sound. Even if you're willing to step back now, the people from Shengmen won't make any concessions. So why not set traps and create obstacles for them? That would be a piece of cake for you—both a way to dampen their arrogance and to gather solid evidence of their terrorist activities. What's not to like?" It must be admitted that Shu Jinghua has a strong command of verbal expression. He Leada quickly agreed, "Exactly. By handling this matter, we not only resolve our own concerns but also contribute to the public good—this is truly a win-win situation." "No denying, he's starting to be touched by it. But things that are too easily obtained aren't cherished—that's true. So even if he's warmed up to us, he won't commit right away, otherwise he'll lose his leverage. "I'll think about it—this should be fine," he said, spreading his hands out, making a rather hesitant gesture. "What's there to think about?" Just as He Leading said this, Shu, the police officer, pulled him aside and whispered, "Head, don't push too hard—otherwise it'll backfire. He hasn't refused us yet, which is already quite a feat." That made sense. He changed his expression and smiled at Qin Feng, saying, "Then go ahead and think about it. After all, you've been recovering from your injuries these past few days—no matter what, you won't be able to start working right away. Qin, we've come all this way just to see you. Don't you think you should show some appreciation? Our request isn't much—just one luxury luggage bag per person. Wait, what are you doing? Are you running off to your own home, or what?" Then why not? Let’s just have you treat us to a dinner. I’ll guarantee that the dishes and wine won’t exceed one thousand yuan—can’t you do better than that? Mao, once we arrive at the restaurant, he starts making things worse. How could we possibly refuse to let the server serve the dishes in front of them? So, better to escape first. These two spendthrift women always seem to take advantage of me. What have I ever done to deserve this? As he runs, he keeps telling Fang Fang not to let these two stay for dinner. … The Master Lei is drenched in cold sweat, wiping it with a tissue while speaking into the phone: “Bro, don’t worry—this time I’ll definitely handle everything. Qin Feng, that young man, is just lucky. Even with the addition of one more warrior, he won’t make a dent. Let me put it this way—I’ve hired a world-renowned assassin at a premium price, who’s already on his way to Pingluan City. That guy’s going to be dead before long.” A voice comes through the phone speaker: “You’d better follow through.” Lei Zi told me, "If this fails, then you're out of the running—just go jump off the cliff." After saying that, the other end hung up. Lei, bowing repeatedly to the still-dialing receiver, solemnly said, "Boss, please don't worry—I'll definitely not let you down. Thank you so much for giving me this chance." It took a while before he called in his assistant and asked, "How's the contact going with the killer?" The assistant replied, "We've connected with the 'God of Killing,' and their asking price is six million euros." "Isn't that a bit high?" Lei began mentally calculating—the exchange rate meant nearly fifty million RMB. The assistant hesitated, "I agree it's on the higher side, but they say this is their minimum requirement for any mission in China." He also mentioned that, if we were willing to accept the price, we would need to send over the target’s information to him, and the final price would be determined based on the difficulty of the mission. In other words, the final price could only be higher than six million euros—never lower. Killing someone would cost tens of millions; clearly, they were desperate for money. Mr. Lei wanted to refuse, but ultimately said, "Then we’ll send over the information and see what he ends up asking." His assistant then said something that nearly drove him mad: "Before we send over the information, we need to pay a deposit of 600,000 euros to the Death God. Should the final price not be agreed upon, the deposit will not be refunded."