?Mobile reading Eighty Electronic Book A small hill in the countryside, with Qin Feng’s Jeep parked at the foot of the hill. On the summit, there’s a small platform. Qin, the young man, sits comfortably in a white European-style chair, holding a cup of coffee. Beside him is a coffee table and another identical chair. On the table, a silver coffee pot rests. Huff… A dark figure soars in, lands gracefully on the chair, lifts the cup, takes a sip, and says, “The flavor is excellent. Qin, you really know how to enjoy life—this premium Blue Mountain coffee has a limited annual yield, and you’ve managed to secure it. That’s impressive.” He smiles warmly, sets the cup down, and says, “Since I know this is your favorite, I’d even sacrifice my entire fortune just to get it. Having lived away from home for many years, I’ve learned firsthand what it means to feel truly happy when you can taste or savor a familiar flavor in a new environment.” Isabella removed her mask, sipped happily, and said, "From now on, let me experience more familiar flavors. What's so urgent that you had to call me over this quickly?" I replied, "Big sister, you told me the Death God wasn't dead—now you're acting as if nothing's happened. If that young man knows we're still alive, will he be able to let it go?" Regarding her concern, the veteran officer remained calm: "With my current capabilities, having him kill me would be like dreaming. As long as I stay out of sight, even ten Death Gods won't be able to find me." "Ah, you don't have to worry," Qin lamented. "It's not that I'm afraid of him—it's that during my training on the Island of Death, he was already renowned as one of the top assassins. His assassination techniques were constantly evolving, and since he operated in the shadows while I was in the open, we always found ourselves at a disadvantage." Isabella raised an eyebrow, "Don't worry—with me protecting you, what can he possibly do to you?" "He was in the shadows, and so was I." "You were in the shadows this morning, yet my company still blew up!" Qin the Young muttered. The veteran officer heaved the cup down firmly and said, "I only step in when you're at your most vulnerable. This was nothing but a minor issue—after all, you weren't even struggling to handle it yourself." How impressive—she's even learned to call me 'old lady'! Qin Feng really wanted to ask Isabel, exactly who taught you Chinese, and how dare you teach me such things? "One more cup, please," she requested, speaking with clear dissatisfaction. Qin the Young quickly refilled her cup—after all, we couldn't afford to overlook her, so a little courtesy went a long way. Isabel then said, "According to reliable intelligence, people in the Chinese nation are currently in contact with the God of Death. Though they've employed a series of concealment tactics, I've managed to trace the correct IP address. Can you guess where it is?" He was first taken aback, then instinctively replied, "Plain City?" "By the way!" the young instructor smiled, "No wonder you're so intelligent—trained on the Island of Death. Given the average consumption levels of your people, it's unlikely anyone could afford to hire the God of Death. With a starting fee of several million, many wealthy individuals would find it hard to accept, let alone others." Qin Feng exhaled in relief—good. But the female instructor shifted her tone: "Still, what if the God of Death knows you're the target? I'll just tell you straight—should that happen, he might waive the client's entire fee and come here regardless of everything else." Huh. That guy's got no principles at all! What's wrong with me destroying the Island of Death? The Island isn't even my father—thank you, I suppose. Would I have any freedom at all without me? Well, then, all this self-congratulation is just empty talk. Let's think of something useful instead. He paused for a few seconds, then said, "If someone wants to have me killed, the elder Lei from Shengmen is definitely the most likely suspect—and he also has the necessary capability." Isabella smiled contentedly, setting her cup down, and said, "Given the excellent coffee, I'll reluctantly help you locate Lei's current whereabouts." "Heh, still, Sasha has the best care for me!" He playfully leaned in and said, "To show my gratitude, I'm going to sacrifice my charm and kiss you—how does that sound?" The beautiful instructor gave a gentle, sweet smile and replied, "That sounds great." Hmm, perhaps foreign women are just more open-minded. Well, then, I won't hold back. *Pff...* *Thud...* *Plump!* Right as he made contact, he was sent flying—what's with this girl? So forgetful! How could she possibly remember such an important moment? Truly unfortunate—how easy it is to get the upper hand, yet every time, she ends up hitting me. Watching him flee in embarrassment, the beautiful instructor giggled, still calling out, "Just like that? Not even one more kiss?" Qin, staggering slightly, nearly fell flat on his face. Of course, he wasn't satisfied—his growing irritation was now fueled by a single, burning thought: "You'll see. One day, I'll get you onto my bed. First, I'll strip you bare and give you a good spanking, then we'll go all the way—first one, then the other—then you'll see if you can still hold your head high." When he couldn't fight back, he had to run. That was an experience he'd perfected years ago: when it was time to lower his pride, he had to do it or else he'd look utterly ridiculous. And running in front of the beautiful instructor? It wasn't the first time—there was nothing to be ashamed of. As he ran faster and faster, Isabella's laughter grew wild and uncontrollable. When she turned around, however, her smile had vanished. She scowled, saying, "Little miser! You just walked away—why did you even take your things with you?" Finally, after some effort, we've managed to establish a connection. Next time we meet, I'll definitely charge you a premium. Indeed, before he left, he had taken the table, chairs, and even the coffee with him. ... Just as the beautiful instructor had anticipated, the "Slaying God" had shown no interest whatsoever in the tasks requested by the Chinese colleagues. In his view, most Chinese were poor, and few could afford his rates. He even demanded a deposit raised to one million euros—specifically to intimidate and drive them away. To his surprise, the Chinese team promptly settled the deposit, which left him stunned. Even more surprising came later: when the profile of the target was finally transmitted, he stared in disbelief—it was Feng Mo! How could Feng Mo still be alive? Didn't he perish along with the Death Island? When the news of the Death Island's self-destruction first reached him, the Slaying God had been genuinely heartbroken, especially since the funds in his account, tied to the organization's existence, had effectively vanished with it. That's several million euros! Right from the first glance at Qin Feng's profile, he was certain: the downfall of Death Island was directly linked to Qin Feng. Kill him! Immediately, the Kill God made his decision and instructed his assistant to notify the Chinese side: the deposit would count as commission, no additional payment required.