While the three of them exchanged blows, the indoor setting greatly affected their movements. First, the office desk shattered, followed by the large conference table, bookshelves, and other furnishings. Papers and documents scattered like snowflakes through the air. Romana was furious—she had deep sentimental ties to this office, and the flying sheets of paper, all meticulously organized by her, now lay in disarray, leaving her deeply resentful toward Lei. If only she could move, she would have stormed over and fought fiercely. Thud… Qin Feng landed a punch on Lei's back, but it felt as though he'd struck stone—his arm ached with the force. Isabel, facing Lei directly, managed to slash a long gash across his chest, tearing through his shirt, yet only leaving a pale, frost-like mark on his skin, barely touching the flesh beneath. To his surprise, within just a few days, the Slayer had transformed Lei Ya's ordinary human body into a genuine Immortal Wuzhao body. Both of them furrowed their brows simultaneously. Could it be that they'd have to resort to the Fire God's hand grenades again? Besides the fact that only one remained, currently still in the underground lab, even if they had a large supply, what would they do? First, this was an indoor setting—explosions would surely injure many innocent people. Second, this was Qin Feng's own business—would anyone truly be foolish enough to use hand grenades inside their own home? "What should we do?" Qin Feng asked. "Focus on his joints," Isabella replied. "True Slayers never manage to make their joints as strong as the rest of their bodies. Let alone this newcomer." Right—how had they completely forgotten that. Hearing their conversation, Lei Ya's face turned pale. Faced simultaneously with attacks from both of them, he could barely keep up, relying solely on the strength of his solid body to absorb the blows. If the two focused their attacks on his joints, he would surely have been overwhelmed. Indeed, as soon as he defended himself against Qin Feng's assault, the exposed left leg immediately came under attack, its knee joint shattered by a single kick from the unyielding coach. Crackle! Even after assuming the form of the slain warrior, he still ended up as a lame man—a tragic fate. With one leg rendered useless, his height dropped noticeably. Following Qin Feng's strategy of striking when the opponent is vulnerable, he seized the opportunity to drive the Fire-Scorched Spear into the right wrist bone of the warrior, then gently rotated the blade as he withdrew, producing a crisp "crack" sound—his hand was now also disabled. Seeing the situation deteriorating, the Thunder Lord used both hands and feet to perform a slow, rolling movement, then surged outward at top speed. "You want to run? That won't be easy," Qin Feng pursued, with Isabella right behind him. Ley rushed quickly, wobbling to the window and shattering the glass with a sudden leap—flying out without a second thought. The height from here to the ground was nearly a hundred meters. Was he thinking he was a bird? The young officer, barely older than a youth, smiled with mild contempt, about to leap out himself, only to be caught by Qin Feng. "Why aren't you letting me chase after him?" she asked, puzzled. Was she really going to spare the Immortal Warrior? Qin, the young nobleman, chuckled. "It's broad daylight. One has already jumped down. Now another is adding to the scene—this one, a flying one. What will the onlookers on the ground think? At this height, he'll surely be crushed to pieces. Even if he survives, you can still wait—there's still plenty of time." At that moment, Román, lying on the ground, called out, "I want to see it too—watch him, this dull-witted one, die right before my eyes, and then have him medicate me!" Qin raised his shoulders, bent down, and lifted her up. The young manager immediately protested, " "Can you stand up on your own without me holding you?" he huffed, since you clearly had no strength to struggle—just stubbornness left in your mouth. Together, the three of them walked to the window, where an astonishing sight unfolded! They had expected Lord Lei to crash heavily to the ground, his body splintering into several pieces scattered everywhere. Instead, they saw a magnified human-shaped form drifting downward gently, eventually landing on a box truck. The truck's cabin jolted noticeably, clearly indicating a strong impact. Yet, Lord Lei quickly rose to his feet and turned back, waving enthusiastically at the three of them upstairs, his expression utterly confident and proud. "By heaven, how could this have happened? Sasha, hurry—definitely can't let that aloof guy escape!" When Qin the Young turned around, he found Isabella had vanished. Goodness, she really moved quickly—completely unnoticed by him. "Hey, Sasha's already off chasing him—what are you still doing here?" "The beautiful manager spoke with a hint of displeasure. 'Oh!' Qin Feng obediently loosened his grip and took off to prepare for the pursuit. 'Qin Feng, you're so detached—you've knocked me senseless!' Roman lay on the floor in a most ungraceful position, nearly crying with frustration. Qin, the young lord, glanced at her and remarked, 'You asked me to chase after you, didn't you? Did you expect me to carry you as well? Besides, your body has lost all sensation—how could you possibly feel any pain?' Roman persisted, 'Then you shouldn't have knocked me down either. I insist—three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, no, a total of one million yuan for medical expenses, lost work time, travel costs, phone bills, and mental distress.' 'Fine, whatever you say,' he replied with a cheerful smile, 'a million it is. You still owe me one million one hundred and ninety thousand.' The beautiful manager naturally refused, 'You mentioned that you removed my birth gate—count that as six hundred thousand of mine!' "Then, did you help me eliminate the Shengmen?" Qin, the young magnate, said with deliberate significance. "You've only provided some information. Up until now, it's been Shu, the police officer, who has been handling the Shengmen matters. Now, it's me and Sha Sha taking over. Your contribution has been extremely modest." She was very clear: if she quoted a low price, Qin Dashao would mock her, perhaps even invest heavily to "buy her out." But if she priced too high, wouldn't she then owe him even more? In either case, she'd end up bearing the loss. Therefore, silence was her best strategy—only then would she avoid any disadvantage. Seeing her remain silent, Qin Feng chuckled, "Once everyone wakes up, you'll handle how to soothe them. Don't worry, I'll pay you a salary—so you won't go unpaid." With that, he gave her a rather humble, down-to-earth wave and walked off.