The phone reader was startled: "Give it to me! This is something belonging to the Slayer. If I take it, won't he come after me with fury?" Qin Feng smiled cheerfully: "Even if you don't take it, he'll come after you. Don't forget—you were the one who cut him on his wrist today." Isabel pushed him aside, hooked her arm around the beautiful manager's neck, and said: "Don't worry. This blade was actually left with him willingly. Consider it your prize. If I hadn't already secured Sarahville, I wouldn't have offered it to you at such a bargain. This blade has been tempered in over a hundred poisons—its venom is unmatched. Really, are you not going to take it?" Qin, the young lord, stepped in to support: "If you don't take it, I'll have it. Though I already have the Fire-Phoenix, I still really like this blade. Even as a piece of collection, it would be excellent." The beautiful manager quickly hugged the dagger to her chest, as if preparing to fend off any potential抢, and said: "Of course I'll take it. Such a fine weapon!" "But what if the poison on the dagger is too strong and it harms me?" Isabella pulled her aside, and the two women whispered a few words among themselves. Romana was thrilled. She took out the dagger that had previously wounded Death, and made a cut on her left index finger—blood immediately gushed out, dripping continuously onto the vipers. Qin, the young lord, was utterly astonished. Was this some kind of blood-ritual to establish a bond? Wasn't she, Sha Sha, just playing a trick on Xiao Manman? We're not in a video game, after all. Yet, the transformation of the vipers made him even more uneasy. It seemed around the time of the thirteenth or fourteenth drop of blood, all the blood droplets were suddenly absorbed by the dagger, and the dagger itself changed from its original bronze hue to a shimmering, inlaid gold and silver finish. Good heavens, it's truly bonded! The eighth-ranked viper now has one more function than even my own Fire-Scorched Star—how come I never heard of this before? Romance beamed with delight, gesturing wildly with the dagger before finally saying, "Qin, from now on, don't think you can dare to make a move against me. If you dare to mistreat me, I'll stab you with this dagger, and then wait for you to die from the poison." Qin, the young lord, couldn't help but step back—one step, at least. This was truly a disaster. Shasha, you're only making things worse. Isabella smiled gently, approaching and whispering softly into his ear, "Don't worry. Once the viper recognizes its master, the master's blood becomes the best antidote. Moreover, she's still a virgin. If you manage to seize her red pill, you'll be just as immune to the viper's venom as she is." Hearing these words, the lingering fear on his face vanished, replaced instead by his usual mischievous smile. The young lady Romance was happily playing with her new weapon, completely unaware of the intense gaze she was receiving. ... Bow... *thud*... The young attendant of Lei had turned into a lifeless corpse, lying at her feet. He was drenched in sweat, his eyes filled with fear. Standing before him was no one else—quite simply, it was the ace killer he had hired for one million euros. His legs trembled, his backside already having slipped off the chair; before the killer, he dared not remain seated. Taking a deep breath, steadying himself mentally, he finally asked, "Sir Killer, what's going on? Have you already killed Qin Feng?" He didn't believe his own words—after all, the killer had returned on crutches, with a wound on his back, and had been instantly twisted neck-first simply for the glance his young assistant had given him. The killer flushed, then scoffed, "There was a small hiccup during the operation—Qin Feng has escaped for now, but he's certainly doomed. He'll only live a few more days. As for you, Lei, why have you kept me in the dark? Qin Feng isn't just supported by assistants—he's surrounded by top-tier experts." Lei quickly replied, "I'd be brave enough to lie to you if I had ten chances!" "I really didn't know that there were top-tier protectors around him!" The Kill God only sensed Isabella's presence at the very last moment. He believed that someone of Ray's stature would certainly be unaware of her existence, and as for the other assistant, her capabilities were merely average and not a serious concern. Yet, having suffered such a significant setback, he had to make up for it. Frowning, he said, "The mission's rating has been upgraded—you'll have to increase the payment." "Ah? Increase the payment? How much?" Ray immediately felt a mix of joy and sorrow. When he first called his superior, he had been boasting about how he had secured the world's top assassin for just one million euros. Now, suddenly, he was being asked to pay more—where would he even place his pride? The Kill God, merely seeking a sense of balance, didn't demand an excessive amount. He simply said, "Add three million. One of Qin Feng's assistants is worth one million, and the other is even more impressive—so the additional payment must be double that amount." Leyi exhaled a long breath—three million was manageable… Wait, you mean three million RMB or euros? … Qin Feng was sound asleep when the incessant ringing of the doorbell woke him up. He got up repeatedly, wearing slippers, to open the door. Who could it be so early in the morning? Surely not the electricity bill deliverer—after all, it’s already past ten. With a yawn, he opened the door, still not quite looking at the visitor, when suddenly a soft body crashed into him, arms wrapping around his neck. It was Huang Xiaozi, looking deeply distressed. "Uncle, my parents are arguing at home—everything is being knocked over, and they’re almost about to throw me out, so please, will you kindly take me in?" "What?" he blinked, eyes wide with surprise. "They’re arguing at home? Why? They’re both so old now—what could possibly be the issue? Isn’t their relationship quite strong?" "Huang Xiaoniu hung on him like a bear without a tail, saying, 'The private investigator told me my dad's been keeping a mistress—of course my mom got furious.' 'Weren't you the one who suggested that to the investigator?' Qin Dashi recalled the advice he'd given her last time, when he carried her in her nightgown into the living room. Huang Xiaozi pouted, saying, 'I thought it was all a lie at first, but it turned out he really was keeping a mistress outside. Good thing we discovered it in time—otherwise it would have become an irreparable mistake... though my dad still hasn't gotten his belly big enough yet. Do you know, that woman is only half a year older than me. She used to be in her senior year of high school, but after my dad started supporting her, she stopped going to school altogether. She spends all her time at home watching anime, and my mom caught her doing just that.' No way! Huang the fat man, you've finally got your come-uppance—what a relief! 'Heh, so that means now your parents won't have time to take care of you, right?' Qin Feng asked with The little girl nodded, her lips now pressed even higher: "Uncle, why don't you get angry when you hear something like this? Why are you so happy? Does that mean you're encouraging Dad to pursue Miss Xiao San?" Of course I'm encouraging him—brother even encouraged him to go after Miss Xiao San, once you mom found out. The little girl kept twisting and rubbing against him, and soon the friction produced a noticeable effect—Qin's certain area had already raised a small tent.