?Reading on mobile phone Huang Xiaoniu's idea was to hire private detectives and have them leave positive reviews about her in front of her parents. If it were Wang Yujia or Fang Fei, Qin Feng would have agreed without hesitation—indeed, he’d even cover the cost himself. But this time it was Huang Xiaozhi, and the person she wanted to deceive was Huang Zaozi, who had a history of disagreements with her brother. If she didn’t subtly create some obstacles, wouldn’t she be letting down that very stubborn, dead-weight brother? He gave a mischievous chuckle: "Little Zhi, you can hire them this time, but what if your parents doubt you again and have you come back? What then?" Huang Xiaoniu thought for a moment—it did seem that way—and quickly asked, "Uncle, then what should I do?" "Simple—divert the trouble eastward." "Qin Dashi began offering advice to the young girl: 'Arrange for private detectives to testify that you're clean, while also revealing that your father has a mistress outside the home. This way, your mother's attention will shift, and your father will be stretched thin—leaving you safe and secure.' The young girl listened intently and said, 'That's right! My mother has been suspicious about my father having a third wife lately. She's been investigating for a while now, but no solid proof has come up. Otherwise, my father wouldn't have it easy. So, let's do it! Brother-in-law, you're absolutely brilliant—thank you so much!' Politeness, stepping in to help friends, being loyal to them, and even creating a little trouble for their families—these are things we should naturally do. After hanging up with Huang Xiaoniu, he felt it was necessary to give some tasks to He Muqing and Shu Yajing. People shouldn't be too idle; once they're too relaxed, they start finding reasons for trouble—what's known as 'finding trouble when there's none.' When the two women arrived before him, they both looked equally drowsy. 'Oh!' "He Mu Qing yawned and said, 'Qin Xiaozi, why are you so eager to call us over? What's going on? If you can't give us a reason we're satisfied with, you'll have to compensate us, understand?' Today, the two women wore a clear academic style—tight jeans and canvas sneakers, highlighting their perfect buttocks and long legs. Shu Ya Jing wore a lightweight cotton blouse, while He Mu Qing wore a plaid shirt. One with her hair in a ponytail, the other with it flowing over her shoulders—different styles, equally beautiful. This girl has truly become obsessed with money—always thinking of taking advantage of her colleagues. Isn't it time to be a bit more generous? If you really want designer handbags, why not simply find a wealthy man to be with? With your qualifications, wouldn't the wealthy people be vying to support you? Of course, all these thoughts are just passing through his mind—he won't actually say them out loud." The most unreasonable one is Shu, though now she's no longer a police officer—Qin Feng still insists on calling her "the flower of the police force." She has always agreed with He Muqing's views, nodding enthusiastically the whole time, and even enjoys treating him as her victim. "Young lady, what's wrong with you? When adults are speaking, don't children—ahem, subordinates—just listen and stay out of the way, do they?" Qin, the young noble, said with a fierce tone. He's a leader, he can't do anything to her, can he? Yet he can't manage you, little one? As soon as Shu's mouth pouted high, Qin Feng added, "Director, I truly have something very important to share with you." Seeing his earnest expression, He Muqing was convinced and gave Shu a look, signaling, "You go wait outside in the garden for a while—I have some work to discuss with Qin, the Captain." Shu remained visibly dissatisfied but had no choice but to follow the instructions, and as she stood up, she gave him a sly, grimace. Qin Da-shao has achieved his objective—successfully splitting the two women. Didn't you always want to form a solid alliance of mutual support? Well, see how I'm going to dismantle you from the very foundation! Haha! Unintentionally, he revealed his YD side, drawing a withering look from He Mu-qing. "Now, what exactly is it?" He unconsciously stepped back, realizing how foolish it had been to send Shu Ya-jing away. Fortunately, Qin Feng didn't act unreasonably. He quickly suppressed his YD smile and spoke seriously, "Here's what I found: the top assassin of Death Island hasn't died yet—he's actually planning to kill me. Boss, if we can handle him, won't our contribution be just as significant as eliminating the entire life-gate faction?" He leader's eyes widened in surprise, exclaiming, "You mean the God of Death? He's been wanted by over forty countries and was said to have perished along with Death Island—how could he be coming to kill you? Wait a minute—isn't he here to avenge himself on you?" "Such a beautiful woman bursting out in frustration shows just how formidable the 'Slaying God' has become." "Then what?" Qin Feng huffed. "I'm not exactly going to fall short against him alone. All the credit will be mine. Just don't feel envious." In her heart, the beautiful woman thought: Indeed, such a major achievement would all go to this young man, and I, as the leader, would end up with nothing. What would the colleagues think? Wait—how does he know so much? She immediately recalled Isabella—first, a Fire Demon, then a youthful, ever-young instructor. With both, securing the 'Slaying God' should be no challenge at all, absolutely not. With that thought, she slapped her thigh: "I'm your superior, aren't I? How can I just watch you take on risks alone? Rest assured, I, He Muqing, will always be your solid back-up. What are your plans? Please share them with me—we'll work out a solid strategy together and aim to capture the 'Slaying God' in one go." Qin Shao found it hard to accept the complete 180-degree shift in the leader's stance—this woman really changes her mind quickly, saying one thing and then doing the opposite. Well, at least this outcome is better than her outright opposition. Qin Feng sat up straight and said, "My plan is this: we set a trap to lure in the 'God of Death,' then surround and capture him all at once. Also, since he was personally invited by the Lord of Thunder, it means the Shengmen will be actively integrating the underworld factions in Pingyang City during his operations. I believe it's essential to send someone to monitor Shengmen—right now, they're at their weakest. We'll definitely gather valuable intelligence from them." He Muqing agreed immediately and made her decision right away: "I'll personally oversee these two matters. You handle the 'God of Death' directly, and I'll assign Xiao Jing to manage Shengmen. With our dual efforts, we'll strive for the greatest victory." After just a few simple words, the leader had already placed herself at the very pinnacle of power. Qin Dashi could not help but admire the bureaucratic philosophy of the Celestial Court—any achievements were always credited to the leaders, while any problems inevitably fell on the shoulders of the individuals directly responsible, never landing on their own heads. As for the art of leadership, Qin Dashi, known for his integrity and earnestness, still had much to learn. With such arrangements, he could only silently raise his middle finger while constantly praising the situation on his lips.