The Lei Lord arrived on time, limping on one leg and dragging one arm—no idea how he managed to find his way here. There was only one "contract soldier" at the eight-zero electronic book station, which immediately drew a furrow between his brows. "Where are your teammates?" he asked. Above all, the word "chick" just won't do! How is it that I'm the original, untouched? I haven't even summoned you or provoked you—do you really want to make this the punchline? Lei suddenly had it all clear. He glanced at the messy sofa cover and smiled, "Your Dragon Blood mercenaries truly never grow out of their habits—last time, they were chased for thousands of kilometers just because they forcibly took hostages. But that's all right. All I care about is whether the goods arrive. As for whether they're intact or not, that doesn't matter at all. Then deliver them. I'll wire the payment directly to your account." Qin Feng chuckled and made a handshake gesture. Lei didn't hesitate—his right arm was useless, so he merely extended his left hand symbolically. Snap! As soon as the two hands touched, he was stunned to find a blade embedded in his wrist—a blade he recognized instantly: the Fire Meteor. Then, he was kicked hard, his back slamming into the wall. "You... you're Fengmo?" "Master Lei asked with a stern expression. Qin Feng calmly removed his helmet, smiled warmly, and said, "Now that you know, isn't it a bit late? Let me be honest—your seven hired mercenaries have already been eliminated. Moreover, both of your arms are now useless. Can you still be my match?" Master Lei chuckled, "You've allied with the veteran instructor, and together you're a formidable force. But if I face you alone, I can still defeat you. Qin Feng, don't overestimate yourself. Once I've taken you down, I'll go on to defeat Isabella. Then, you'll both meet again before the Death God." He was right—Isabella was indeed not nearby. "Then let's find out. I'd like to see how a half-disabled warrior like you can manage to defeat me." Qin Feng ignored the quiet calls of Shu Ya Jing from inside the box—what good was bringing her out if it was only to drag him down? With your shaky skills, don't come out and embarrass yourself. Master Lei spoke with unwavering authority, "Today, it's either death or victory." Shu, the young policewoman, was furious at Qin's disregard. The two fought fiercely, and Old Lei, who had lost both arms and one leg, found his offensive pace significantly slowed. His only reliable asset now was his solid, stone-like body. Shoulder presses and bear-hugs became his few remaining options, as Qin Feng remained agile and consistently denied him opportunities. After several exchanges, Qin had gained a decisive advantage, his dagger flashing rapidly, targeting Lei's joints. At a moment when Lei wasn't paying attention, Qin attached a bomb to the back of his belt. The bomb had been recovered from Qin's headquarters building—strictly speaking, thanks to the beautiful manager, Luo Man. This type of bomb could be remotely controlled and programmed to explode at a set time. When the small red light began to flash more rapidly, Qin suddenly halted his attacks, leapt out of the window with agility. Boom— the bomb exploded, and Qin smiled proudly. Suddenly, he realized a serious issue: the box was still inside the room! Man, how could I have forgotten Shu, the policewoman? Will she not be killed by the blast? Please, let heaven protect her. I flipped through the smoke and found the box, luckily protected by the coffee table, which remained intact. I carried the box down the corridor, opened the lock, and there she was—dazed, still faintly showing her expression of indignation. What's this? She didn't even display any emotion when she was being kidnapped—now, she's showing it? Does that mean, in your heart, I'm more annoying than the kidnappers? Well, I don't have time to explain. I still have to deal with Mr. Lei. When he returned, Mr. Lei was gone—just moments ago, he'd been so confident, declaring, "We're not going until we've settled this for good"—now he's off like a duck with eggs in his hands. Does that make sense? Romana appeared on a higher floor, both hands gripping her guns, firing steadily at Mr. Lei's back. *Bam, bam, bam...* Bullets flew in rapid succession, striking his back and legs. After one magazine emptied, she swiftly changed to a fresh one and kept firing Following the sound of gunfire, Qin Feng spotted the old man, Lei, fleeing, his back completely ruined by the explosion, with chunks of flesh scattered everywhere from bullet wounds. "Excellent work, Xiao Manman!" Qin, the young noble, gave her a solid thumbs-up. Luo Man, firing steadily, complained, "What are you waiting for? Don't just stand there—go after him!" Qin Feng replied, "I'm doing this out of good intentions. I'm giving you the chance—should you kill him, you'll settle six million in debt." The young manager, growing increasingly irritated, said, "Clearly, the gunfire won't knock him down. Are you really going to watch him escape?" "I'm truly being generous—giving you the opportunity." "Such an opportunity I'd rather not take!" Qin's expression turned sly. "This is your own decision—you've already passed it up. Don't come back to me with excuses about extra charges. Rest assured, Xiao Manman—he won't make it." A dark figure swept through the air—Isabella. With Lei's one injured leg, how could he possibly outpace the beautiful instructor? Romance was thick—feeling like he’d been played once again by the young man, he snapped, “Qin Feng, you’re a deadbeat! Deliberately trying to fool me, aren’t you?” “Then what?” Qin Feng replied in a tone so condescending it was almost pathetic. “You’re not convinced, are you? Then bite me! I’m right here waiting for you—come down and bite me!” Suddenly, someone appeared behind him, and bit down on his shoulder. It was Shu Yajing—having been confined in the box for so long, then knocked unconscious by the explosion, the very first thing she heard upon waking was “…bite me,” and without hesitation, she surged forward. “Shu—get off my shoulder right now! Otherwise, I’ll treat you badly.” “…” “Shu, be gentle—this really hurts. After all, we’re in the same department. Can’t you be a little more considerate?” “…” “Shu sister, I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have locked you in that box. Just let go of me now, will you?” “……” “Miss, I shouldn’t have left you alone in the room with the bomb—let me take full responsibility! Just give me a chance, and I’ll offer you two Hermès handbags!” “……” Roman, above, was laughing so hard he kept encouraging the policewoman to not let him off easy.