?Phone reading: He Muqing looked thoroughly satisfied, while Shu Jinghua, on the other hand, seemed ready to bite him. In Shu Jinghua’s view, she had already been pushed out of the core of power by the two. Important matters were never allowed her to attend—what could they possibly be talking about, if not state secrets? What rankled her most was the fact that her rank was just one level below Qin Feng’s, yet no matter what, she always held the third seat in the Special Operations Team. It must be admitted that their organization currently had only three members. Yet Shu Jinghua was certain that no fourth member would join in the near future. After all, He Muqing had fled her family to join them—her grandfather, Wei Qingshan, had not even ordered the team disbanded, which was already a great gesture. How could he possibly add more personnel or resources to her? "Enough, Xiao Jing. You have your own important assignments too. He Muqing hooked her neck, not at all afraid that Qin Dashi would suspect they were just chatting up, and smiled cheerfully, saying, "Relax. Under my leadership, you two just wait and see—your promotions will surely rocket ahead!" Shu, the police officer, of course didn't harbor any ill will toward He Muqing, since it had been Qin Feng who had just pushed her out of the center of power. She offered her leader a sweet smile, then turned to him with a gritted expression. "What are you staring at? Keep looking and I'll have you on my bed!" Qin Feng threatened. "Leader, listen to this—this person is simply too rude!" Shu began to complain. He, the leader, felt particularly pleased and stepped in to mediate, "He's just teasing you. You take it so seriously? This young man has already managed to secure the interest of his female friends—what more could he possibly do to make a move on you?" With the leader not on her side, she had to settle for brooding all by herself. He watched his two daughters leave and then made contact with Isabella through secure channels, from now on everything had to be done with care and caution. Given the Kill God's frugal nature, he only targeted individuals who were directly relevant to his mission—never exceeding that—and would feel deeply regretful if he had to kill anyone else. Therefore, Qin Feng need not worry about the safety of Mei Hui or Fang Fang. The only one to watch was Roman—this spirited woman had already been labeled as rebellious, yet she carried on as if nothing were amiss, maintaining her high profile as Human Resources Manager, citing that her creditors were pressing hard and she had to work tirelessly to earn money and repay her debts. The floors of Qin's headquarters that were destroyed in the explosion are currently undergoing intensive renovation. According to the police, the incident was caused by international terrorists, who immediately fled the country after carrying out their attack. If it weren't for Román, Qin Feng would have slapped that police officer twenty-four times—failure to uncover the truth is embarrassing, but lying is shameful. The most shameful part is that the officer proudly claims they arrived in time, efficiently evacuated employees from the building, and quickly removed the remaining explosives, thus preventing any fatalities. As a result, all the officers involved that day received commendations, and the leading officer even received a promotion. How much thicker can your skin get? How much more shameless can you be? Qin Feng has grown so tired of exposing these people's unseemly behavior that he no longer feels the need to engage with them. Whenever an interview is scheduled, he simply declines it, and orders that no one from the company be interviewed. While it's understandable that they want to enhance their own image, we have no obligation to help you keep doing so. Isabella hadn't fully pinned down the movements of the Slayer—nothing surprising there. After all, everyone was a top-tier assassin, equally matched in strength, making it extremely difficult to completely track down one's opponent. It was certain, however, that the Slayer would never act hastily. He would choose the perfect moment to appear and strike with decisive precision. With Chen Hu and Chen Bao creating constant disturbances, the process of reclaiming the Plain City underworld for Shengmen had been anything but smooth. Those individuals who had long been suppressed and humbled now all stepped up, eager to cause trouble for Shengmen everywhere. The Tiger Clan's influence had now spread far and wide. That morning, just after Mei Hui and Fang Fang left home, Qin Feng broke his usual routine and drove off for the first time—typically, he had always slept until naturally awakened. Half an hour later, a figure smoothly navigated through various alarm systems and entered through the window. He headed straight for the main bedroom on the second floor, where he immediately spotted a note resting on the bedside table. He immediately widened his eyes upon picking up the note, which read: "The Slayer has taken over the assassination mission and will act soon—be especially cautious." The black figure made no停留, simply retraced his steps back to the entrance, moving with such speed that it was astonishing. Several hours later, Qin Feng returned to find the note on the nightstand had shifted position, a thoughtful smile now playing on his face. He picked up his phone and called Mei Hui, saying he would be staying at a resort in the suburbs for a few days. He was certain his phone had already been monitored by the Slayer. After a simple arrangement of the Li family, he drove out to the countryside, making no fewer than five calls along the way, instructing Chen Hu and Chen Bao to send reliable staff to secure his safety at the resort. In a room filled with various communication devices, the Slayer smiled, removed his earpiece, and murmured to himself, "Feng Mo, what has changed in you to make you so afraid of death?" "You've even come to the point where you need me to protect you. Since you're so afraid of me, how could I possibly let you down?" He tapped a wall with his finger, and the wall automatically opened, revealing a metal rack filled with various firearms, along with bullets, daggers, and flying knives. Donning a tactical vest, he began selecting weapons and placing them at strategic spots for easy access. The resort, compared to the previous few months, was now quite quiet—only about one-third of the standalone villas were rented out. At roughly the same time, the beautiful manager Romana arrived. Her injury from self-inflicted wounds had long since healed, and she stepped down from her car in a soft beige casual outfit, asking, "Mr. Qin, what exactly are you up to? You've actually brought me here for a vacation—do you really think of me as just another guest?" "Of course, a true colleague, hey!" "Qin Feng wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, lowering his voice before she could make any resistance: 'My brother needs your cooperation. There's a formidable opponent who wants to kill me.' Lu Man, waving her fists, replied: 'What does this have to do with me? Why should I cooperate with you? It would be better if you were dead—then no one would have grounds to hold a grudge. These days are truly unbearable.' Qin, the young lord, smiled mysteriously: 'The opponent I'm referring to was invited by Master Lei.' The beautiful manager was first startled, then quickly changed her expression, speaking softly: 'You're so dull—always hanging out with those foxes. From now on, if you dare ignore me again, I'll never give you a second glance.' What a promising young talent!"