?Mobile reading Isabel lost sight of Master Lei. Eighth Zero E-book When the news reached Qin Feng, an inexplicable fear arose in his heart. Though Master Lei was no longer the original head of Shengmen, his subordinates were unaware of this change. Should Shengmen launch a large-scale counteroffensive, the situation would become complicated. Qin Feng and Isabel both had the ability to protect themselves and could easily hold their own against Master Lei. The real concern, however, was Mei Hui, Fang Fang, and Huang Xiao Zhi—these three had only recently begun their journey into cultivation and lacked combat experience. Even against mere street fighters, they could easily be at a disadvantage. The Romance language interrupted him with impatience, thinking: I'm no ordinary bodyguard or housekeeper—I'm a well-known warrior in the underworld circles. Qin, the young magnate, barely glanced at her. "This mission is worth one million," he said with a sniff. "Of course, you're free to decline." "I'm in!" she snapped, her transformation from calm to fiery swift and decisive. "My friends are your friends—protecting them is not just expected, it's my duty. By the way, we agreed on exactly one million—no cents short!" Oh, how could one speak of righteousness and principle without mentioning money? Isn't that what one's supposed to do? Now, Romana didn't care a jot about any such formality. All that mattered to her was how quickly she could settle her debts and regain her freedom. Thus, they split into three teams, each taking on its own responsibilities. At first, the Shengmen made no major moves. Chen's brothers swiftly reclaimed and seized territories, and it seemed they were about to absorb all the remaining power factions of the Plain City underworld. After all, Shengmen's strength spanned across Zhongyuan Province and several surrounding cities and prefectures—so even if they lost everything in Plain City, they could always draw reinforcements from elsewhere. Yet, surprisingly, they didn't do so. Qin Feng began to question whether those people still obeyed Lei's commands. According to updates from He Muqing, during the cleanup operations, a fat man's body was discovered, shot through the brow. Ballistic analysis confirmed he had been killed by bullets fired from Lei's gun. This man was highly discreet—on the surface, a retired government official who had once held high office—yet in reality, he was Shengmen's top leader and Lei's immediate superior. The fact that the top leader was killed by his own representative was a clear sign of a power struggle. Could it be that within the Shengmen, this very matter has sparked enough discontent to undermine Lei Ya's leadership? After all, at this point, Lei Ya is, strictly speaking, a divine killer. Anyone who resists him would inevitably be met with firm measures—pressured until they finally yield. Therefore, we cannot afford to be complacent. For over a solid fifteen days, Lei Ya has vanished completely, as if erased from the world—sending no messages, making no appearances. To this, the seasoned officer Isabella expresses genuine frustration. She has nearly dug through every inch of Plain City, yet still finds no trace. Such days are far from comfortable, as everyone remains on high alert, uncertain when and under what circumstances the divine killer will reappear. For safety’s sake, Qin Feng has even enlisted Chen Hu and Chen Bao, his two brothers, to assist. They’ve dispatched over a hundred young men to provide round-the-clock, discreet protection for the girls. As a result, one often sees the ever-wandering figures at the entrances of the Qin Family Headquarters and a certain private high school. For several days, Qin, the young man, had been constantly trying to keep one eye open while sleeping. After lunch, he simply couldn't bear it anymore and leaned back on the sofa in Mei Hui's office, falling asleep. Mei Hui and Fang Fang had worked quietly, minimizing noise, and even covered him with a thin blanket. Yet, less than fifteen minutes later, he was jolted awake by a sharp phone ring. It was He Muqing who answered: "Qin, things have gone seriously wrong—Xiao Jing has been kidnapped. I suspect it's Liang Yu himself who did it. You need to come over immediately." Why were they kidnapping Shu, the police officer? Qin rushed over right away. The officer's home was in complete disarray, with clear signs of searching. The security door had been forced open from the outside, and there were traces of a struggle. "What exactly happened?" Qin asked as soon as he arrived. He Muqing replied: "Xiao Jing didn't show up at her usual time today. I called her, but there was no answer." Then came a call from the police, reporting that a neighbor found her door open, the inside in disarray. "You better check it out—was it Mr. Lei who did it?" He examined the scene carefully and said, "No, it wasn't Mr. Lei. That old man is a master of poison—he even affected Romana. If it were him personally involved, Shu, the young officer, would have had no chance to resist at all." The combat traces clearly showed that Shu Yajing and the kidnappers had exchanged at least fifteen moves; given her shaky skills, she barely managed to land a single move against Mr. Lei. Yet this doesn't entirely rule out a connection to Mr. Lei—perhaps it was someone he sent. Though Shu, the young officer, is known for her integrity and has accumulated many rivals during her time as a police officer, their disputes haven't reached the level of deep-seated enmity. After all, she's now well beyond that stage—her grievances have long since faded away. He began searching around. He Muqing was puzzled and asked, "What are you looking for?" "Shu Ya-jing used to be a police officer—do you think she might have kept some of the high-tech police equipment for herself?" He said with a cheerful smile. What's more, He Liang was completely puzzled—what did you mean by that? Just as he was about to ask, Qin Feng had already leaped high into the air, reaching up and "plucking" from the slot of the chandelier a black object. It was a cable about ten centimeters long, with a needle-like camera at the front and a black elliptical cylinder at the back. He Mu-qing's eyes lit up: "The latest police surveillance unit?" "Exactly!" Qin Feng grinned even more mischievously: "Doesn't this count as using public tools for private gain? Didn't Shu always claim to be upright and straight in her conduct?" He Liang gave him a withering look: "By now, you've got time to be playing jokes—go ahead and retrieve the footage, and see if it captures who kidnapped her." Qin Da-shao pulled out his phone, connected the data cable, and quickly located the relevant video footage. To meet the demands of long-duration recording, the camera's pixel resolution was lowered, making it barely possible to see a few individuals wearing black tactical vests, whose grappling techniques clearly indicated they were employing special forces combat methods. The facial contours of these individuals differed noticeably from those of Chinese people, confirming they were mercenaries.