?Reading on mobile At this moment, Román resembled Qin’s lover—his supple, boneless body pressed against him—as they walked together into the villa. Eight Zero E-book On a high ground three kilometers away, the God of Battle, holding a high-power telescope, observed everything that had just unfolded. “Such a person has actually destroyed the Death Island—how did he manage it?” the God of Battle murmured to himself. At the time, he was carrying out a mission in Europe and had suddenly lost contact with the organization, yet he still accomplished his mission flawlessly. When he returned to the Death Island, however, the sight of the ruins left him utterly stunned. Investigations revealed that the self-destruct system had been activated, as there were no signs of any attack on the ruins. He had always believed himself to be the most fortunate—one who had lost several million euros but gained freedom, enabling him to accept future assignments without any constraints and earn money entirely on his own. Now he's fairly certain that Qin Feng secured the head of the main building through a strategy of charm, then went on to destroy the Death Island. The head of the main building is a beautiful woman, reportedly maintaining ambiguous relationships with many of the male residents on the island. Qin Feng, being a handsome young man himself, wouldn't have had much difficulty winning her over. The very name of Fengmo once dimmed the brilliance of the legendary warrior. So he didn't simply see Qin Feng as someone who merely thrived on his good looks. Yet, when he first saw Qin Feng embracing the woman and entering the villa, the warrior couldn't help but feel a sense of slight contempt. In his view, someone deeply immersed in the company of women could never be a truly effective killer—especially not a pure, dedicated one. The most difficult people to kill are those without any vulnerabilities; once a person has a weakness, the warrior always has a solid grasp on being able to bring them down. Not long after, several more cars arrived, and a group of about a dozen people in black coats spread out to take charge of the villa's security. In the living room, Lu Man did not sit beside Qin Feng on the same sofa; instead, she sat directly across from him. As soon as she entered, she stopped cooperating and even pushed him roughly aside. "Are those people outside any use?" she scoffed, saying, "I doubt the Kill God will be fooled. You brought in all these ordinary guys—what more could you possibly have hoped for? Anyone could see there's a trap inside." Qin Feng chuckled, "With the Kill God's intelligence, these little tricks won't deceive him at all. That's why I called you here." The young manager was puzzled—what did this have to do with me? Qin Feng explained that one instance of going beyond the essentials would indicate a trap, but what if it happened twice? The Kill God's intelligence was simply beyond ordinary standards. Moreover, years of accumulated experience have given him a strong intuition—no matter how meticulously designed the traps, they will inevitably reveal themselves before him. The only way he'll be fooled is if this seemingly unimpressive approach catches him off guard, making him realize it's a trap, and one that's not particularly well-executed—only then will he feel confident enough to appear. After all, how could there be no traps at all? Everyone is a top-tier assassin; they all know each other well. Therefore, pretending there are none is actually the most clumsy strategy of all. Upon hearing his explanation, Roman immediately grew furious: "You made me come here to act like a fool?" "A fool? I'm already acting like one, aren't I? You're so beautiful—you can't possibly be a fool!" He quickly reassured her. Her expression improved noticeably, but she soon realized she had been tricked: "Smart people aren't fools—how does that have anything to do with being beautiful?" Qin Feng, this kind of work you could absolutely assign to Mei Hui, Fang Fang, or the others—after all, they're already your girlfriends, so it would naturally feel more authentic. She was particularly frustrated because she felt her time should not be wasted here, but rather devoted to handling Lei Yi and the Barrier of Life. Only once those two challenges were resolved could she truly feel at ease. Qin Feng shrugged, "It's not just about appearing natural—it's about actually being able to contribute when things get physical." "What? You're asking me to join you in fighting the Immortal Warrior?" Romana transformed into an angry lion, her claws outstretched, ready to pounce if he didn't offer her a reasonable explanation. His explanation went like this: "You don't need to fight fiercely—I'm simply saying you have the strength to protect yourself. At least, you won't require me to divert my attention to look after you. If it were Hui or Fang, my own strength would be significantly compromised." This explanation, while not perfect, at least calmed the elegant manager down. Initially, Qin Feng had spared her life, and she had paid a price for that, agreeing to join forces with him against Shengmen—though not to become complicit. Today’s events, however, mark true complicity, which makes her deeply uncomfortable. She reaches out with her snowy hands and says, “How much commission are you planning to offer?” “Wait a minute,” Qin the Young says, eyes wide open, “you owe me one million two hundred thousand, and now you expect a commission?” Román feels a little embarrassed and smiles gently, saying, “My account was frozen by Mr. Lei, and I’m currently short on cash. I didn’t say I was in debt—I just wanted to be clear. But let’s keep things separate: I’ve risked my life to help you. How about a little something to tide me over?” This seems like a reasonable request—after all, can one expect a horse to run without food? Softening, he produces the bank card he had given to Isabelle last time. Román’s eyes immediately brighten—this was a gold card, earned only after saving at least 500,000. "Money isn't given for free—you've got to play your part well." Qin, of course, had expectations. He'd never settle for something as simple as a meat bun being thrown away when it's meant to be used. The young manager nodded enthusiastically, like a chicken pecking at grain. "That's for sure. Though we didn't graduate from China Drama Academy or Beijing Film Academy, our acting skills certainly match those of the trained professionals." Usually, once the conversation reaches this point, Qin would hand over his bank card. But this time, he didn't—adding, "There's one more thing I'd like to share with you. These vacation villas are specifically designed for romantic partners." "So what? Just make you into a romantic interest—nothing special," Romana realized there was more to his words and asked, "What exactly do you mean?" Qin's smile brightened. "What I mean is that the second floor has only one bedroom—the rest are just the balcony and study. We'll have to share a room. Do you have any objections?" Of course she did—how could Romana, a native, not object? She would have already stormed out long ago if it weren't for that bank card. Now, being under the roof, she has no choice but to compromise: "You just sleep on the first-floor sofa, wouldn't that be enough?" "Of course not! The Sword of Death can glance through the window and see me on the sofa—how would he ever get in?" "Then sleep in the study." "First, the study has only one table—how can I sleep there? Second, the same reason applies!" "Fine, sleep in a room—then I'll sleep on the floor and you on the bed." "Wait a minute! I paid for this, and now I have to sleep on the floor? Do you really think that's fair?"