?Mobile reading In the spacious "office" specially reserved for Qin Daxiao, the atmosphere felt somewhat oppressive. When the eight-zero e-book first received the call, he had initially thought it was either He or Shu who wanted to squeeze another bit out of him. But upon arrival, he realized the mood was off. "What's going on?" he asked. Shu Yajing pushed a stack of photos taken on-site toward him and said, "The mission targeting Lingmen has failed. Mr. Lei escaped, and we've lost twenty-some special police officers." Several of the injured officers died during transport to the hospital, and more passed away once they reached the hospital. Several others remain critically ill—this has been a significant loss. "How could this have happened?" Qin Feng's tone rose noticeably as he reviewed the photos. "So many people, and yet Mr. Lei managed to escape. How exactly did you direct the operation, Xiao Jing? If it wasn't working, just admit it—this shouldn't have been such a mess." Shu Ya Jing was so moved she almost cried, consumed by self-blame since the mission had failed. "How am I supposed to speak?" asked He Muqing, standing beside her and glaring at Qin Feng. "Will you please take a close look at the photos before you form your judgment? Almost all of the special police casualties were caused by Lei Yi—he transformed into a superhero, as if electrified. Two snipers fired at him nine times, but none of their shots hit." Qin Feng looked up at the tearful Shu, the police officer, and studied the photos carefully. Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of familiarity—the locations where the bodies were struck, the angles of attack, and the ways they fell—all of them seemed strangely familiar. His brows gradually furrowed. Comparing the photos, he made a bold assumption: if it had been him, rather than Lei Yi, who had been attacked, what kind of counterattack would he have made? As a result, he was astonished to find that he had at least a six-out-of-ten chance of reacting exactly like Elder Lei. That was strange, since Elder Lei had never received training at the Island of Death. With Lei's killing force obliterated, only he and Isabella now held the identity of the Island of Death's guardian—no one else. Moreover, in terms of technique, Lei's skill was even on par with Qin Feng's. Otherwise, he wouldn't have managed to break through dozens of pursuers so effortlessly. Noticing that he seemed momentarily uncertain, He Muqing immediately asked, "Have you noticed any clues?" Shu, the police officer, also turned to him, hoping to glean insights that would help her provide a clear account to the fallen special agents. Qin Feng smiled faintly and said, "If it hadn't been for your insistence that it was Elder Lei who did it, I would have believed this was the work of the Island of Death's killer. Don't be surprised—this isn't a joke. I need to take these photos back and study them carefully before I can give you a definite answer." "The purpose of bringing them back was to seek the opinion of the immortal instructor. Indeed, when Isabella saw the photos, she felt exactly as he did—familiar. "This is absolutely impossible," she said, frowning. "The training curriculum for assassins developed on Death Island has always been kept internal; it has never been shared with any other organization. I simply can't think of any other group that could produce someone like this." Isabella has tracked Ray on numerous occasions and is certain he is an ordinary man with no martial arts background. Could it be that he simply carried a surge of vitality and transformed into a superhero? That seems utterly incredible. Then she recalled a detail: "According to Shu, during the confrontation with the special police, Ray's eyes glowed green..." "Green light?" Isabella interrupted, expressing concern. "If I'm not mistaken, that's the sign of the god of death returning—more precisely, a resurrection through borrowing a body, which is a special ability of a wraith." "Qin Dashi narrowed his eyes: 'Then why didn't you say so earlier?' The beautiful instructor shrugged: 'I thought it was just a legend, not something real, so I didn't take it seriously. According to the records, when a wu-yaio's body is destroyed, their brain can survive for a period of time and gain the ability to take over another person's body.' 'So that means, Father Li has been struck by this condition—he's no longer the man he used to be, but rather the God of Death?' Qin Feng followed her line of reasoning. The God of Death was summoned by Father Li and would likely have gone to the battlefield. The beautiful instructor nodded: 'This is the most logical explanation, little one. We'll have to defeat him again.' Qin Feng felt a bit overwhelmed—what should have been a straightforward issue had become so complicated. Fortunately, Isabella was idle and could go searching for the God of Death's whereabouts. ... At the Huang household, Huang夫人 grew increasingly convinced that something was wrong with her daughter. Previously, every time she came home, the daughter would chatter nonstop about things at school. But lately, whenever she returns, she heads straight for her room and has to be called several times before she comes down to eat. She pokes at Huang's belly and says, "Have you noticed something odd about our daughter?" Huang, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, is stubbornly struggling with a pot of meat, humming, "Nothing seems off. Maybe you were too loud the past few days and startled the child." Huang's wife kicks him and snaps, "What do you mean I was too loud? It's your fault entirely. And at the very beginning, it was *you* who suggested hiring a private detective. But instead of finding anything wrong with the daughter, you ended up uncovering that you've been keeping a mistress outside!" As soon as she mentions this, she can't help but grow furious. Huang feels deeply regretful—never expecting that the investigation would ultimately point back to himself. Now he has absolutely no human rights at home—all his assets are listed under his wife’s name—and he has to do housework every day just to earn her forgiveness. When he gets kicked, he can’t even get angry; he has to smile and apologize, fearing she might evict him. While they’re still chatting, their daughter, dressed in a princess gown, comes down from upstairs, hurrying out while saying, “I’m going out for a while. I won’t be having dinner at home tonight. Goodbye,爸爸妈妈.” She doesn’t even pause to ask her parents’ permission, simply strides out with a light, confident step. “Sweet girl, have some stew for dinner,” the plump man says, his voice weak. “You go ahead and enjoy your meal—I’ll be out.” The daughter disappears like a breeze, leaving the couple staring at each other, speechless. “I think we should hire a private detective again,” the wife murmurs to herself. “No, no—we don’t need to hire another one,” the man quickly interjects. “Our very home is about to be dismantled by private detectives. Let’s just try to live peacefully together. "Fat guy, do you have some secret going on outside that you're afraid I'll find out?" "Absolutely not! Totally innocent!" They argued a while before remembering they should follow their daughter to see who she was meeting. But when they finally woke up to the situation, Huang Xiao-Zhi had already vanished. She was now being all cooed over in Qin's arms.