Woke up by the phone ring. He was startled to find himself lying in the countryside—what had happened? The flashlight beside him had only a faint glow. He recalled coming to see the Slayer, then stepping on a greenish mass that sent an electric shock through him, causing him to lose control of his body. Then… he gagged. Just thinking about that unpleasant thing pushing into his nostrils made him feel nauseous. He quickly reached up to touch his nose and face, only to find no change—then he breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out his phone: "Hey? What did you say? Dragon No. Five is dead? How is that possible?" His younger brother gave a detailed account of how Dragon No. Five had died. The territories they had fought so hard to regain had now been seized by members of the Tiger Clan. Moreover, no one knew exactly who had killed Dragon No. Five. No less than several senior leaders were severely injured and lying in hospitals, groaning and unable to contribute meaningfully in the near term. Even the legendary warrior, who had always been dependable, now seemed unreliable. To top it off, his own carefully nurtured dragon fifth, had also fallen short. He stormed over, threw his phone on the floor, and stood up to leave. ... At the Qin family villa, the lights were bright and glowing. Mei Hui and Fang Fang wore identical silk nightgowns in different colors, sitting gracefully on the sofa, facing Qin Feng and Isabella. "Good evening, ladies," said the seasoned officer, introducing herself. "I'm Isabella, I've known the little troublemaker for several years. You can call me Shasha—she's always done that." All three were struck by each other's beauty. Isabella's European features—her high, straight nose, large blue eyes, and porcelain-like complexion—left Mei Hui and Fang Fang feeling rather uncertain. Qin Da-shao immediately added, "Huihui and Fangfang, we met on the island of death—she's our instructor." Fangfang, being rather straightforward, exclaimed right away, "So that means you and Sha Sha are in a teacher-student romance?" Qin Da-shao blushed, "Well, that's about it." The seasoned instructor grew impatient, "What does 'well' mean? Don't listen to him, sisters—this young man once passionately kissed me, and if it weren't for that...!" She began recounting the embarrassing incidents from back then. Qin Da-shao thought to himself: yes, his friend did kiss you, but he also paid a heavy price—being chased after for years. Mei Hui, no surprise, as the CEO of a large corporate group managing tens of thousands of employees, quickly regained her composure and smiled, "So little Feng has always been a romantic—bold enough to take advantage of even the instructor's favors. Now, though, he seems to have learned his lesson—at least, he hasn't forcefully kissed anyone in the company." Qin Da-shao's blush deepened—how could anyone say otherwise? Gao just "strong-armed" you into the company—he's had two romantic encounters with the small romance manager in the elevator, and he's even fought alongside you both before. Of course, he'd never admit that. Fang Fang immediately exposed this: "Everyone in the company is talking about how Gong and Luoman have been getting cozy in the elevator. Didn't you know that, Hui?" "Luoman—do you mean Xiu Luo?" Isabel interjected. "She's quite skilled. If you're fond of her, why not take her under your wing? It'll definitely be beneficial for you in the long run." Since the veteran coach has already spoken, Mei Hui naturally can't object anymore, though she's still feeling unbalanced and keeps glaring at Qin Feng several times. Why is she glaring at me? Qin, the young noble, returned her gaze and gave her a smug expression: "Just wait until you're too tired to open your eyes." With esteemed guests arriving, wine and coffee naturally come to the table. Isabella drew out her dagger and pressed the blade against the outer surface of the glass cup. In just a few seconds, a layer of white frost formed on the wine inside, causing both women to gasp and hurriedly offer their cups for a try. Such a simple request, she of course could not refuse. In no time, the three women became close, and the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious. Regarding Isabella's subtle tactics that effortlessly won over Mei Hui and Fang Fang, he expressed the utmost admiration and respect—truly, as the saying goes, "the older one gets, the wiser and more agile they become." As for the age of the ever-young instructor, he had asked several times without ever getting a clear answer. Moreover, Isabella had never felt any concern about her own age, especially after her resurrection—both mentally and physically, she now felt significantly younger. Qin Feng's phone rang; he murmured, "It's so late—who could it be?" When he checked, it was from Huang Xiaoniu. If it were Fang Fang or Wang Yujia, he’d simply hang up without a second thought, wait until morning, and find some excuse—certainly enough to fool anyone. But Huang Xiaoniu? That wouldn’t work. He stood up, walked toward the kitchen, and pressed the answer button as he went: “Hey, it’s so late—why aren’t you asleep? Insomnia? How could a young girl like you have insomnia? Hmm, hmm… Just go to bed now, stay put, and don’t fall asleep in class tomorrow. You’ll have classes, and snoring in class isn’t good. Now, sweetie, go to sleep.” Huang Xiaoniu had insomnia because she missed him so much. Just as he was stepping toward the kitchen, Mei Hui suddenly sensed something. She nodded toward Fang Fang and said, “I have a feeling our sisterhood is about to expand.” Fang Fang was momentarily surprised, then asked, “Hui, are you referring to Luoman?” Mei Hui shook her head. “Not him. I think it’s someone else.” Isabel’s face turned crimson. “This guy—always chasing after girls.” Soon he would return, and we would thoroughly interrogate her—unless she proved herself a truly good girl, she wouldn’t be allowed to join. "Agreed!" The two women nodded, and by unconscious agreement, the three had already formed a solid alliance. After finally persuading the young girl to settle down and go to sleep, Qin Shao returned to the living room only to find the atmosphere off. Everyone was gazing at him with such polite, obedient expressions—was I suddenly more handsome? To mask his confusion, he brought over a bottle of red wine. "Little troublemaker," said Isabella, the newly appointed head, "in Chinese police circles, there's a common phrase: 'Be honest and you'll be treated strictly; resist and you'll face even harsher treatment.' Are you ready to confess, or are you going to resist until the end?" Qin Feng pretended to be clueless: "What do you mean by 'confession' and 'resistance'? I don’t understand." Isabella narrowed her eyes: "Then it seems you're determined to resist to the very end! Very well—Fangfang, you and Shasha will share a room tonight. If the little troublemaker comes quickly The beautiful assistant shook her head, hands spread out, saying, "Feng, I'm really at a loss. I can't help you anymore. You should just come clean on your own—we're family, aren't we? What's there not to share?" Wuuu, you're all playing black, white, and red cards at once! Okay, I'm sorry—I admit it! I'll come clean, but could you please make a request? Just don't call me a beast.