?Mobile reading The Slayer arrived at the Chinese nation promptly. In his view, not only did he avenge the Death Island by eliminating Qin Feng, but he also reduced the number of surviving assassins from two to just one. Eight Zero E-book One mountain cannot hold two tigers—this saying is equally revered among foreigners. Originally, employers and assassins had no interaction beyond financial compensation. This time, however, Mr. Lei decided to personally welcome the Slayer. The Slayer’s reputation had already resonated throughout the assassin community a decade ago. It’s said he has successfully completed over a hundred assignments, with no failure to date. Although the rising star, Feng Mo, has recently gained prominence, the Slayer has consistently maintained his position as the foremost assassin. Mr. Lei sincerely wished to preserve his presence and aura before the Slayer, yet he found that impossible— the gap between them went far beyond mere aura. Ray, accustomed to grand scenes, even dared not meet the Slayer's gaze, for he saw death in the eyes of his opponent. He could only lift a large safe from beneath the table, using the motion to steady his nerves. Opening the safe, he revealed stacks of cash. "What does this mean?" the Slayer asked, puzzled. The fee had always been agreed upon, and while Ray found the amount of one million euros painful, he was also surprised—how had the Slayer become so affordable? Hadn't there been a financial crisis in Europe? He hadn't heard of it. "This one million euros, please kill one more person," Ray requested. "A woman—she betrayed me." "Sorry," the Slayer replied coldly, "my objective is Qin Feng. I am not interested in anyone else." "Helping you kill one more person is certainly possible," he added, "but the price will need to be renegotiated." Ray's lips twitched slightly. "Then, how much will it cost?" "The Slayer said calmly, 'It depends on the strength of the target.' Li Ya thought for a moment and replied, 'She's not up to Qin Feng's level.' He had expected a lower price, since killing Qin Feng cost only 1 million euros—people weaker than Qin Feng should surely be cheaper. But the Slayer said, 'Then she's a top-tier talent. The price is fixed at 800,000 euros.' Li Ya's eyes nearly dropped to the ground—he couldn't believe it. Killing Qin Feng cost 1 million, and now to defeat someone who wasn't even as strong as Román, it was 800,000? Eighty thousand euros would have been reasonable. The Slayer glanced at Li Ya, still stunned, and said, 'It's exactly 800,000 euros—this is the minimum.' Li Ya wanted to ask, 'Why is Qin Feng so undervalued?' But seeing the Slayer's dismissive expression, he swallowed his words, not wanting to risk making Li Ya regret the initial price and, upon recovering from the shock, raise the bid—what a pity that would be." "Let's discuss this later," the elder Lei said, "Please take care of the young man from the Qin family first. If you need any assistance from me, just let me know—I'll do my best." The Kill God said with lofty grace, "I don't need it. Just wait and see the results." ... Watching her daughter hop and skip up the stairs, Huang Shi Ren looked puzzled and asked his wife, "What's wrong with our daughter? Something seems off about her." Huang Fu said curiously, "What do you mean is off? I think Xiao Zhi is perfectly normal. Which aspect do you mean?" "I can't quite put my finger on it," Huang said, stroking his plump head thoughtfully, then suddenly slapped his hands together, "She must have a man outside the home—definitely!" Huang Fu immediately gave him a solid smack on the head, "What are you talking about? Xiao Zhi is so well-behaved. How could she possibly have a man outside? She's only fifteen! Do you really think that's something a daughter of ours would do?" "Yellow Fat Man gritted his teeth and said, 'I'm not exaggerating. What's fifteen years old about it? You were fifteen too—when I first fooled you into bed. That's called having the mother's influence... cough, cough. I just can't stop talking now. Honestly, the way she makes me feel right now, it's just like the you I used to know.' Only then did Huang Fu get worried, sitting beside the fat man, looking concerned. 'Is that possible? We sent Xiao Zhi to the elite high school specifically to prevent her from falling in love early. The school's so strict—boys and girls aren't allowed to interact at all. In fact, she's known as the "Little Witch" there, and the boys all shy away from her. She's actually eager to find a boyfriend—how is that even possible?' Huang Fat Man frowned and said, 'When did our daughter become the Little Witch? That's not something we expected. Girls are supposed to be well-behaved, right? Maybe she's meeting her potential partner outside the school—these days, it seems young girls are increasingly drawn to older men.' "Madam Huang gave him a withering look: 'That's exactly what a materialistic woman would do. What has our little Zhu never seen or never used? Every piece of clothing in her wardrobe costs thousands—how could she possibly be swayed by material things?' 'Indeed, how could my daughter, Huang, be materialistic? She's the sole legal heir to a fortune in the hundreds of millions!' Huang, tapping his temple, exclaimed, 'Then that's puzzling—could it be I'm mistaken? It simply doesn't make sense!' 'When it comes to such matters, we should always believe it's true rather than assume it's false. I think we ought to hire a private detective to investigate. Better to have some evidence than none. If there's something there, we should act swiftly while Zhu is still young.' 'Private detectives? Is there really a company that offers such services?' Huang asked, eyes wide. 'Of course there is. I've worked with them before—my service has been excellent!' Excited, Madam Huang shared the details: 'Their tracking methods are constantly evolving—have you noticed?' 'That sounds great. Then you'd like to have someone track me?' “……” Below, the young maid listened with her heart pounding. She hadn’t only installed high-definition cameras to secretly monitor her brother-in-law, but had also set up several more throughout the house, including the living room and her parents’ bedroom. Of course, the bedroom only had microphones—she hadn’t yet gone so far as to eavesdrop on her parents’ intimate moments. Hmph. A private detective? Her brother-in-law was a military officer, a member of the internal security force. Who in their right mind would dare challenge that? With these thoughts, the young maid regained her confidence. She dialed Qin Feng’s number. “Hello, brother-in-law. My parents have hired a private detective to target us—aren’t you going to have a solution?” She was quite perceptive—she had effectively put her brother-in-law in the spotlight. “Private detective? Are they really going to catch us in the act?” Qin, the accomplished young man, immediately grasped the point. The young maid gave a slight lift of her chin. “Catch us in the act? That sounds so awkward. If we actually have an affair, that would be acceptable—yet we don’t! What if those people fail to uncover anything and simply charge me with some fabricated offense? That would be truly unfortunate. Miss, what exactly are you planning, anyway? When Huang Xiaoniu isn’t daydreaming, Qin Da-shao knows she’s always up to something.