A secret location in Pingplain City—this is the retreat specially prepared by Lai Ye for the God of Death. According to the God of Death's request, no one except Lai Ye is to know of this place. After setting down the cheeses and other items he brought, Lai Ye respectfully asked, "Mr. God of Death, have your injuries healed?" The God of Death stood up from his chair and coldly remarked, "Of course they have healed—otherwise, why would I have sent you here? What has Qin Feng been doing these days? Have you found out?" Lai Ye quickly replied, "I've found out—he's been spending most of his time pursuing women, hardly doing anything else." The God of Death expressed deep indignation, saying, "This is indeed a disgrace to the Death Island. As a top-tier assassin, he's become utterly absorbed in women's company. Most puzzling is that Isabel has actually been supporting him—what could possibly be the reason?" Lai Ye was startled, "Qin Feng—is he also one of the Death Island's own?" The Slayer glared at him and said, "You shouldn't have to worry about things that aren't yours to worry about. All you need to know is that he's dead." There was one thing he didn't explicitly say—this man, so deeply immersed in women, had escaped being slain by me, the Slayer. Even when walking, he still limped. The Lord of Thunder secretly glanced at his wrist and thought, How can you still carry out your duties when you're already a cripple? ... With the Lord of Thunder's involvement, the black-market expansion journey of Chen Hu and Chen Bao has shifted from smooth sailing at the outset to one of cautious progress. In managing black-market affairs, if the Lord of Thunder is like a college graduate, then these two brothers are barely at the level of elementary school graduates. In terms of methods and handling unexpected situations, the gap between them is considerable. Due to their earlier smooth progress, they had naively believed that integrating the entire black-market network of Pingplain City would be a mere breeze. Their excessive underestimation cost them numerous territories they had already secured, and now they faced the ever-growing threat of being gradually eroded. Li's representative was a man named Long Wu, who was not only highly strategic but also exceptionally skilled—frequently leading a group of young associates into the forefront of engagements. Initially, Chen's two brothers still dared to stand up against him, but after suffering several defeats, whenever Long Wu appeared, not only the two brothers but all the younger members of the Huahelp faction would immediately retreat in panic. Today, Long Wu received a formal challenge letter signed by Chen Hu and Chen Bao. Upon reading it, he laughed so hard his stomach ached, thinking: "These two timid fellows must have taken the wrong medicine—how dare they dare to openly challenge us?" What more could he ask for? He had long been frustrated by their constant flight, unable to fully capture them. Now, this was a golden opportunity—actively inviting them to face defeat. His comrades immediately prepared themselves, ready to follow him to eliminate the Huahelp faction once and for all. Thus, a group of men carried axes and iron poles, marching steadily to the location specified in the challenge. Since the Tiger Clan had extended the invitation, the two brothers had already arranged their personnel at the scene. Chen Hu had iron chains wrapped around both arms, while Chen Bao carried an axe; both wore the same expression—fear. Chen Bao pulled his brother aside and, in a trembling voice, asked, "Brother, will Feng really come? Are you certain?" Chen Hu nodded with hesitation, saying, "Feng personally promised to come—he won’t break his word. What’s there to be afraid of? Once we handle Long Wu, the plains city will be ours. Isn’t that worth fighting for?" "Of course it is," Chen Bao groaned, "but Long Wu is simply too formidable. Every time he leads his younger brothers in, they charge like wolves among sheep, and our men simply can’t hold. If it weren’t for our timely escapes, we’d have been cut down long ago." Thinking of Long Wu, Chen Hu felt equally uneasy. As a practicing martial artist, he had barely managed to parry three attacks from the man before him. This morning, he had brought a large number of gifts to visit Qin Da Shao, asking him to intervene and resolve his difficulties—Qin Feng had readily agreed. Of course, the key lay in Chen Hu’s conditions: as long as Qin Feng could secure the position of head of the triad, Chen Hu would remain loyal to him for life, always following his lead. Since returning home, Qin Da Shao had deeply realized that in this harmonious society, to achieve any real success, one must master both the official and the underworld circles; otherwise, progress would be impossible. Moreover, he had always intended to support Chen’s brothers as the leaders. With this promise, Chen Hu had finally dared to issue a formal challenge to Long Wu. Yet, to this day, Qin Feng has not appeared—so the two found themselves wondering whether Qin Da Shao had simply been busy pursuing young women and had inadvertently forgotten about the matter. In their minds, Qin Da Shao had always been surrounded by beautiful women. And all of them were absolutely stunning—combining grace, beauty, and intelligence—so it wasn't certain that he'd be having such a good time with them that he'd completely overlook everything else. "Why don't we give Feng a call to check in?" Chen Bao suggested. Chen Hu thought for a moment and said, "Let's hold off on that for now. It's still early. I mentioned evening eleven o'clock, and it's only ten fifty-two. We can call him when the time comes." A flurry of excited voices reached their ears, and they looked up to see Long Wu arriving in full force, accompanied by his group of younger brothers. Even though they had made arrangements in advance and held both time and location advantages, they still didn't feel certain of a victory. Especially Chen Bao, who had already prepared to bolt at the first sign of trouble—definitely the first one to flee if things turned against them. Long Wu stood with an air of arrogance, still shouting as he stepped forward: "Chen, you two are just insects! I'd like to personally inquire with your attending physician—what medication have they prescribed that's making you so bold? A psychiatrist, perhaps? Hahahaha!" His teammates began to laugh, offering increasingly crude remarks. The two brothers grew red-faced, deeply embarrassed in front of their subordinates, feeling their dignity thoroughly undermined. Chen Hu responded calmly: "Long Wu, don't act so confident. Today, you're going to have a real rough time." Long Wu, showing good grace, narrowed his eyes and said: "Really? Then I'll see just how you two insects are going to make my day miserable. Let me have my teammates—ah!" He stopped mid-sentence. Now looking at Long Wu, he found himself merely opening his mouth, speechless, even surprised at his own predicament. He looked down and gasped—there, a golden-bladed dagger had pierced his left chest, the handle visible, but the sharp edge completely hidden. When did this blade come from? Not only did he himself lack clarity, but his younger brothers and associates were equally uncertain. With great difficulty, he lifted his right hand, yet before his fingers even reached the hilt, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground. The vibrant light in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a lifeless gray. At this moment, a figure in a black coat appeared on the cement pillar nearby, the fabric of his coat fluttering gently. Chen's brothers were overjoyed—Feng had arrived.