"Phone reading—'Hey, I told you not to keep pushing! Eighty-Electronic-Book!' said Luo Man with strong displeasure. 'I didn't do anything at all!' Qin Feng replied with the most innocent tone. 'You still claim you didn't? What are you doing with your hands? Don't touch me—I'll have it out with you!' the beautiful manager was nearly furious. 'I'm not touching you—I was just following what you said earlier. We should keep our current state. My hands have always been on you, and they still are. I haven't violated any rule.' Qin, the young magnate, defended himself. 'You...' You don't get something all at once—you have to take it little by little. Isn't that what the old saying goes? 'Haste makes waste'—you can't eat hot tofu if you're in a rush. Therefore, Qin adopted a steady, step-by-step approach. Over time, the beautiful manager gradually got used to it, eventually accepting it without complaint, and thus Qin's tofu grew ever more plentiful. One stealthy hand first gently stroked her supple waist, initially without moving her arms. As Luo Beauty gradually grew accustomed to the touch, the man grew bolder—mere strokes on one side of her waist no longer satisfied Feng Ge's ambitions. The hand then slowly moved toward her flat abdomen, and as it reached her navel, the beauty visibly trembled. Though the room was pitch black, Qin Feng could sense Luo Man's face growing rosy, as her breathing had unconsciously quickened and her body temperature had risen noticeably. Through the fabric, he could still feel the smoothness of her skin. The thin garment could not insulate him from the warmth of his hand, and Luo Man soon experienced a third change: her heartbeat quickened. Since being deceived by Wu Dong six years ago, she had never truly believed in love again—two people who had shared life and hardships could betray each other for their own benefit, let alone anyone else. Now, she could feel a strange numbness spreading through her body, and most unexpectedly, she found herself lacking the courage to resist. If it were Wu Dong who held this hand, she would have no hesitation in slapping him senseless, even knocking his arm off. This wasn't the first time she'd been taken by surprise by Qin Feng—she'd once been held close in the elevator due to an unexpected incident. Romana herself couldn't understand why she didn't feel any resistance toward him, despite the fact that he was already in a relationship with someone else, and had even been in more than one. She used to detest men who juggle multiple relationships. "Little Man-Man, what are you thinking about?" Qin Feng whispered warm breaths into her ear. A more tingling, numbing sensation began at her ears and spread throughout her body, instantly softening the tense posture she had maintained. Feeling her physical transformation, Qin’s younger brother silently smiled. To claim that his decision to spare Luo had anything to do with her beauty would be a lie. Luo had nearly taken his life on at least two occasions, and during the time she had been in charge of the Human Resources Department, she had repeatedly passed on information to Wu Dong, creating numerous complications. Not killing her—then he would have to rely on her. With a touch of retaliatory sentiment, this course of action was entirely natural. Now, with Luo completely under his spell, lost in his presence, this was a golden opportunity to deepen their connection. What was there to wait for? With his other hand joining in, he launched a dual-pronged assault toward the enemy’s stronghold. His hands, following the smooth curve of her abdomen upward, reached the base of the peaks, then simultaneously flipped, fully grasping and securing both mountain peaks. Romana's career line is widely recognized as strong. Wearing a lightweight, sheer bra, Qin Feng immediately sensed the powerful internal strength and exceptional elasticity, the texture being exceptionally smooth and responsive. "Ah!" Romana exclaimed, her most crucial ground lost—she could no longer remain composed, launching into vigorous resistance. However, this resistance was no different from that of an ordinary woman, and exactly as Qin Feng had anticipated; it failed from the very beginning. If she remembered herself as a martial arts expert, just a few simple moves would have resolved her predicament. Unfortunately, she had long since forgotten all about that. About four hundred meters from the villa, the Divine Slayer concealed himself among the grass, facing a thermal imaging display. The data showed that both individuals inside the villa were experiencing rising body temperatures, particularly the woman's, whose temperature was increasing rapidly. This is a phenomenon that occurs only when couples are in the midst of intimacy. With a slight lift of his嘴角, he murmured softly, "Qin Feng, I must admit your Chinese people possess remarkable wisdom. Unfortunately, your modern adaptation of the Empty City Strategy falls short." Back in ancient times, Zhuge Liang had successfully intimidated a force of tens of thousands under Sima Yi with the Empty City Strategy—a classic among the Thirty-Six Stratagems. Works such as the *Thirty-Six Stratagems* and the *Art of War* have long become standard textbooks in military academies around the world, and the Kill God had studied them deeply during his training. In his view, Qin Feng had completely reimagined the Empty City Strategy—deliberately presenting the scene as if there were hidden traps, hoping the visitors would hesitate and retreat, when in reality, there were no traps at all. If it truly were a trap, would the Feng Mo really go to bed with a woman? After a full night of passionate activity, his strength would be severely depleted—effectively choosing to meet his fate. The Kill God set down the thermal imager and, without hesitation, leapt out of the grass, moving swiftly toward the villa. He had to appear during Feng Mo's joy and love, catching him off guard—when a person is immersed in such bliss, their sixth sense drops to its lowest. The dozen thugs outside the villa were mere decorations to him; with just a few movements, he smoothly reached the northern corner of the building, drew out a specially shaped dagger, and effortlessly inserted it into the window frame, slicing through the lock mechanism. He opened the window slowly, making no sound at all. Huff... He rolled in through the villa, closed the window with the same quiet grace as before, and with his right hand gripping the dagger, moved silently toward the stairs. "Don't... Qin Feng can't do this... ah..." The woman's moans pierced through the bedroom door, echoing along the corridor and up the stairs, reaching the ears of the killer. "Little Manman, just surrender to me now. You've been completely undressed and still say no—don't you think it's too late?" This was Qin's voice, the young magnate, YD. "Truly, no... Oh, you can't..." "I'm about to..." The Slayer's smile grew even brighter. He was certain this mission would prove easier than he had imagined, and thus he could confidently tell the world that the Slayer was the only killer remaining on Death Island. His reputation would rise once again as a result.