?Mobile reading In the bustling downtown area of Pingplain, the basement of a high-end office building. Eighty-Electronic-Book "Go Zihao furrowed his brow: 'You're Yuanlong—the one who successfully assassinated the U.S. billionaire!' 'Yes, that was me,' the masked man said, with a touch of pride. Go Zihao couldn't help but take a sharp breath. The assassination of the U.S. billionaire had been ranked by the CIA as the most devastating in a decade. Not only did the billionaire perish, but thirty-some bodyguards, his two mistresses, and four children also died instantly. The scene at the crime site was so gruesome that even the most seasoned criminal expert at the CIA admitted he would have to retch just looking at it—definitely not willing to see it again. 'Who was my target?' Yuanlong's tone returned to calm. Go Zihao took a deep breath. Before taking office, he always believed he had strong psychological resilience. Yet, facing this relentless killer, his legs began to tremble involuntarily." He reached for a file folder and tossed it over. "All the target's materials are inside. I hope you'll act swiftly and resolve the issues for me!" Yuan Long caught the folder without opening it, simply said one sentence, then turned and walked away. "Rest assured, one million euros won't go to waste!" Only after Yuan Long had disappeared into the room did Gou Zihao finally catch his breath and murmur to himself, "I hope you truly don't let me down!" Since taking office, he has been investigating the reasons behind the failures of Lai and Hong, and his conclusion has come down to one name—Qin Feng. Upon reviewing the financial records, he discovered that Lai not only mobilized his four key associates but had also hired professional assassins at great expense—yet ultimately, Qin Feng remained unharmed, and it was Lai himself who was eliminated. He now feels certain that his top priority as the new leader will be to deal with this man. Therefore, he spent a greater cost than Mr. Lei's, hiring top assassins from the Blood Shadow Killers' Guild—the guild that ranks alongside the Island of Death as one of the two most secretive assassin organizations in the world. While the Island of Death is known for its elegance, the Blood Shadow Killers are more ruthless; once they strike, the people around their targets are often caught in the crossfire, and their devastating cases are countless. The International Police have launched several large-scale campaigns to dismantle this proud organization, yet each time, they suffer heavy losses without managing to wound the guild even slightly. There's another matter that troubles Gou Zihao: the Chen brothers, who aim to consolidate their dominance over the underworld of Pingda City, had hoped to lure these two assassins into their fold with favorable terms. But to no avail—these two simply don't care about their offer. ...Pingda City, Room 301, Dormitory. Guang, the gossip-loving Liu Chao, sits at his computer, biting into a piece of steamed baozi, his hands rapidly typing on the keyboard. He's wearing a jacket over his shoulders and a pair of briefs underneath, with his two long legs full of dark hair curled around the chair. Only someone of a female caliber could have managed to get him to sit so composed in front of the computer. Indeed, the profile picture confirmed it: Liu Su, the campus flower. His own profile, however, listed his name as Qin Feng—meaning he was using Qin Feng's identity to court women. Clearly, the other person didn't fully believe he was indeed Qin Feng, constantly questioning him from the very beginning of their conversation. Liu Chao was naturally hesitant to go on a video call, claiming the camera had malfunctioned. But how could he convince the goddess of his authenticity? A sudden idea struck him. With nimble fingers tapping the keyboard, he typed out the following message: "Su Su, you can check my IP address. I live in Room 301—this is common knowledge. As soon as you see my IP address, you'll know whether it's genuine or not." She replied, "Alright, stay put and don't leave—I'll immediately get a tech expert to verify this." Liu Chao chuckled, and with a "thud," the pancake he was holding dropped to the floor. He quickly bent down to pick it up, brushed off the dust, and said with genuine concern, "You're the one who keeps me fed—I'd hardly have the strength to keep up with the flower-hunting sessions otherwise!" After taking a few bites and swallowing the pancake, the other party responded promptly: "The IP address is correct, but we can't rule out the possibility that you're faking it. I'll send one of my male classmates over to check." Liu Chao was thrilled. He thought, after all, the person sent would probably just peek from the doorway—then he'd just have to play the part of Qin Feng, giving them a simple back view. With that, he immediately began dressing up to resemble Qin Feng. A few minutes later, he shifted his chair so that his side and back faced the entrance, and deliberately closed the door three-quarters of the way. Soon, a man in a black suit with sunglasses approached the door, holding a photograph. After comparing it with the person inside, a slight smile played at his lips. He swiftly drew his gun from his waist, aiming it inside and firing four shots in quick succession. The gun, equipped with a suppressor, emitted soft, gentle puffs of sound. Once the faint white smoke from the muzzle had fully dissipated, the man turned and walked away. Half an hour later, Li Wenling and Cheng Dachun, both drenched in sweat and carrying basketballs, returned to their dormitory. Throughout the journey, they argued over who should take a shower first. Upon seeing their roommate lying lifeless in a pool of blood, two sharp cries—one thick, one delicate—erupted instantly. The security staff arrived promptly, followed by police officers from the district bureau, who immediately sealed off the scene. Qin Feng's phone rang several times, but he remained unresponsive, as he was engaged in a great task. At that moment, he was in a hotel, propping himself up on his hands, his waist moving rapidly. Below him, Zhou Muzhi was passionately shouting, and suddenly, two slender, white arms wrapped tightly around his waist. They climbed to the peak together, drenched in sweat. Zhou Xiaoniu spent nearly every moment outside of eating and sleeping with Qin Dashi, constantly seeking closeness, as if she were draining him dry. Qin Feng noticed that each time they made love, her physical condition subtly changed—though not dramatically, the cumulative effect was noticeable. Thus, he gladly rolled with her on the bed; if he could fundamentally transform her pure yin constitution, that would be truly rewarding. His phone rang again, and he picked it up with some impatience: "Hey, Jingjing, I forgot my phone in the car. What's up? Come on, this is a criminal case—you're calling me for that? You've been out of the police force for ages, stop meddling in all these trivial matters... What did you say? The deceased was one of my roommates at university.