"Reading on mobile phone – Luo Manager, this personnel transfer has been arranged by Mei General. Here's the document," the assistant handed the file to Luo Man as she stood before her. This woman is truly the embodiment of strength—having revealed her identity to Qin Feng, she still shows up for work every day; even though the rumor about her intimate moments with the Chairman has spread, it hasn't dampened her dedication. She lifted her head with a composed tone, "Understood. I'll sign it right away and then coordinate the transfer with the respective departments." While she appears indifferent to her colleagues' comments, she's silently berating Qin, in her heart, thousands of times over. Not only has she been taken advantage of, but she now carries the unseemly title of a 'dishonest third love.' What a loss! As for why she remains so steadfast in coming to work every day, the reason is simple: anyone who owes a debt of over 12 million RMB simply can't afford to sit idle. Without repayment, one must bear the cost in person—each time she thinks of this, Luo Man finds herself restless and unable to sleep. Since I can't fall asleep, I might as well go to work—wasting time is shameful. Just a few minutes later, the assistant came back again: "Mr. Luo, Ms. Mei has asked you to go over to her office." Luo Man stood up immediately and headed out. After she left, the group began chatting, some even placed bets on whether she would return safely. To them, two women competing for the same man would surely end up in a fierce confrontation. At home, Qin Feng, wrapped comfortably in the arms of Huang Xiaoniu, received a phone call—this time from the ever-energetic coach. "Shasha, have you finally traced the killer's movements?" This was now the only thing that truly mattered to him. "We've gathered some leads and followed up, but then he simply vanished at a place called 'Qin Group Tower,'" Isabel said. Qin Feng leapt right off the sofa. "Qin Group Tower is my company—the killer must be heading straight for Huihui and Fangfang. Shasha, go protect them right away—I'm heading over immediately." "He instructed Huang Xiaoniu to stay at home and not go out, and then left as quickly as possible for the office. The Kill God must have suffered a major setback during his last encounter with him and the Immortal Instructor, which is why he's now targeting people close to Qin Feng. When Qin Feng finally arrived at the top floor of the building, he found the three women sitting together, enjoying coffee, chatting and laughing, the atmosphere incredibly harmonious. As soon as he arrived, his first question was, 'Has the Kill God shown up yet, Sasha?' Isabel gave him a withering look and replied, 'With me here, do you really think he'd dare to appear? Don't worry—I'll absolutely prevent him from succeeding.' Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng found the situation rather unusual. Noticing a transfer document placed beside Mei Hui's cup, he asked, 'Has Roman visited you?' The elegant CEO immediately grew defensive, saying, 'Yes, what's wrong? Are you also concerned about her? Then go see her yourself—rumors have been spreading throughout the entire company that she has a special relationship with you." Everyone says that as the principal consort, I'm destined to lose to that third wife of mine. Suddenly, from Mei Hui's words, he caught something—after carefully recalling what she had said, he quickly grasped the key point: "No! The Death God's arrival isn't aimed at Hui Hui or Fang Fang. It's specifically targeting Luoman." Isabel stood up, puzzled—Mei Hui and Fang Fang were Qin Feng's girlfriends. If the Death God wasn't targeting them, why focus on Luoman? Qin Feng explained, "Didn't you forget? Who currently holds the Death God's signature weapon?" "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go down and check right away!" The young, ever-young instructor pulled his arm and rushed him out. When the elevator reached the designated floor, the silence outside was absolutely eerie. Qin Feng stepped out of the elevator alone, while the instructor entered through the stairwell from the opposite direction—having both approaches was indeed necessary. The office staff on this floor had never been particularly numerous, and now either lay on the floor or collapsed at their desks—clearly, they had all been struck by a sedative. This also indirectly confirms that the God of Death is indeed here. In Romana's office, she has lost her mobility and is now anxiously watching the old man before her—Mr. Lei. Mr. Lei radiates a sinister smile; if it weren't for their long-standing familiarity, Romana would have thought he was someone entirely different. The only thing she couldn't understand was how Mr. Lei had become such a master of poison—she merely noticed a strange fragrance, and before she could react, her entire nervous system had been completely paralyzed. "Return my things to me," Mr. Lei's tone has changed, now sounding entirely unfamiliar, with a strong foreign accent. Romana was taken aback: "What things?" "Giggling, giggling—now that you ask, it makes sense. I'm no longer the man I used to be," Mr. Lei's laughter is unsettling. He continues: "Last time, it was you and Fengmo who ambushed me, correct? My dagger was with you—return it to me." What? Your dagger—wasn't it the God of Death's dagger? She was even more puzzled. It made perfect sense that Lord Lei would have issues with her—but why would he adopt the very demeanor of a divine warrior, and even demand back things that rightfully belonged to him as a divine warrior? Lord Lei didn’t bother answering her questions. He merely huffed, “My patience is finite. Now, get on with it and tell me where you’ve hidden my vipers. Otherwise, I’ll make your life a living hell.” “Not necessarily!” Qin Feng’s voice rang out. Lord Lei turned around and there she stood, right at the doorway. “Qin Feng, your sense of smell is quite sharp,” Lord Lei’s smile grew even more radiant. “That’s convenient—avoids the trouble of searching for you again.” Qin Feng crossed her arms over her chest and said coldly, “Lord Lei, no—perhaps you should be called the Divine Warrior. If I’d known you had the ability to revive and take on a new form, I’d have burned you to ashes back then.” Lord Lei responded with a touch of amusement. “Now that you’re saying this, don’t you think it’s a bit late?” “Have you truly adapted to this body yet?” "Qin Feng asked in surprise. Indeed, he had not yet fully adjusted. Lei Yao's face slightly changed, and he sneered, "Then let's see—kill you won't be a problem." Clang! The office window was shattered by Isabella as she rushed in, seizing Romana's shoulder and hurling her out just as Lei Yao's attention was focused on Qin Feng. Lei Yao's expression turned sharply, "You two again! Isabella, Commander, are you truly determined to go head-to-head with me?" The young commander demonstrated her stance clearly—drawing her dagger, Sarahville, and making a gesture to cut his throat. Qin, the young noble, acted more directly, grabbing the dagger and charging straight in. Outside, Romana lay motionless on the ground, still unable to move, though from her current position, she could now see the scene of the three combatants inside.