The transformed Yuanlong now possesses over ten times the strength and significantly enhanced agility. With his close-range tactics, Qin Feng quickly gained the upper hand; despite launching several fiery dragons, he couldn't reverse the tide. He bent low and thrust his dagger forward. Ting... The sharp fire meteor only pierced the opponent's skin, failing to penetrate further. NND, a true hero doesn't always take what's right in front of him. As the opponent's fist was about to strike his head, he darted aside and slipped into the small tripod. Suddenly losing his target, Yuanlong couldn't stop in time, sending his fist crashing into the ground and creating a deep crater. The vibrations shook several nearby vehicles, triggering their alarms. He had already disabled the surveillance cameras before firing his first shot, so there was no risk of being seen. Surveying the surroundings and confirming that Qin Feng was truly gone, he waited a few minutes before turning and leaving. Each transformation comes with a time limit—once he reverts to his original form, he's no match at all. Inside the small pavilion, Qin Feng lay comfortably on the grass, a stem of grass tucked between his teeth. Suddenly, he sat up and said to himself, "Mutant humanoid creatures—unless I've personally faced one, I wouldn't believe such beings truly exist!" At that moment, a message arrived from the pavilion, stating that his opponent had already left. Qin Feng immediately understood: "It must be the time limit of the transformation. Otherwise, he would have stayed outside the entire time. Ah, there it is—the weakness of mutant humanoids!" His earlier sense of disappointment vanished instantly. After stepping out of the pavilion, he drove back to the Qin family villa. Isabella was already seated on the sofa, sipping her coffee leisurely. "Sasha has returned—any useful information?" asked Qin the young man, naturally wrapping his arms around her slender waist. Sasha gave him a graceful glance, saying, "That guy, Gao Zihao, truly isn't an ordinary person. After leaving the hospital, he went straight to a sub-basement of an office building—the protection level there is no less than that of Qin Group's underground research lab!" "Who exactly is this man?" Qin Feng was still puzzled. Sasha analyzed, "I believe he has a connection with the Shengmen faction—the group that previously had tensions with you. There are about a dozen people in that basement, each responsible for liaising with different individuals, and all conversations are promptly erased, leaving no trace." "Shengmen," Qin Feng furrowed his brow, thinking: Finally, you've made your appearance. It's always been a disadvantage when the enemy operates in the shadows while we operate in the open. Now that you've come into the light, it will be a matter of who can withstand the pressure longer. Recalling Gao Zihao's dinner meeting with Lian Mingfei, he found his new opponent truly impressive—someone capable of drawing in even the top official of the municipal government must surely be someone with strong backing. He dialed He Muqing's number: "Manager, help me find someone—his name is Ge Zihao..." "Hello, hello—what's with the manager thing? I'm the one in charge here. What right do you have to give me orders?" The manager's displeased voice came through. Qin, the young executive, scoffed, "Whatever. You can go ahead and do it or not—here's the truth: this Ge guy has a connection to Shengmen!" The manager's tone immediately shifted: "Ge Zihao, right? I'll start investigating right away. I'll dig up his entire family lineage—clearly and thoroughly. By the way, if you have any new updates, please let me know immediately!" Qin, the young executive, had long grown used to the manager's swift changes in demeanor. In short, He Muqing is just a typical bureaucratic type who only gets motivated when there's something to gain. Once she sees potential benefits, she'll naturally do her best to see things through without needing much prompting from you. There was no choice—her subordinates now held ranks equal to hers. If she didn’t quickly achieve something significant to earn a star on her shoulders, how could she continue leading? While sighing about her hard-luck fate, He Muqing leveraged her extensive network of connections to thoroughly investigate Gong Zihaao. Qin Feng recounted the incident involving the mutated humanoid creatures to the immortal instructor in full detail. "Mutated humanoid creatures—I’ve heard of them before," she said, as she was an instructor from the Death Island, with access to many confidential documents. "It’s surprising that the Blood Shadow Killers are actually mutated humanoids. Apparently, not everyone can accept the genes of wild beasts and undergo a transformation in their physical constitution. In fact, researchers once humorously referred to them as 'half-gods!' 'Half-gods,' Qin Feng, being an Easterner, found difficult to grasp the precise meaning of the term. Sasha explained: "The beings who lie between gods and ordinary people—much like you, the cultivators—exist between ordinary people and immortals. These mutated humanoid beasts can enhance their abilities through certain pathways, similar to your cultivation process!" "According to you, then, mutated humanoid beings aren't lab-created products," Qin Feng asked. "Specific details are still unclear, as those are all classified," the immortal instructor added. "Based on my understanding, they undergo technological transformations to alter their physical constitution, then must actively work to strengthen themselves. It's similar to how you can transform a regular girl into a cultivator, after which she must cultivate on her own—basically, that's the idea!" He nodded, indicating he had understood. "So, how do you plan to deal with him?" Isabella asked. Qin Da少 smiled: "Just as before—dig a hole and let him jump into it himself. Since the mutated humanoid creatures have a limited timeframe for mutation, if we don't seize upon this weakness of theirs, wouldn't that be a great pity? Hehe." Mei Hui, dressed in a robe and wearing a bath cap, descended from the second floor. Seeing only Qin Feng and Isabella in the living room, she asked curiously, "Xiao Feng, where's Jingjing?" Qin Feng blushed slightly: "He's staying at the hotel to accompany his cousin. He won't be coming back tonight!" "Oh." The elegant businesswoman moved her long, snow-white legs and sat down on the other side of him, saying, "I have an idea—why don't we start filming cosmetic advertisements right now, documenting the daily transformations of our spokesperson? What do you think?" It's a solid idea. Nowadays, most cosmetic advertisements rely heavily on the 'beauty effect,' hiring a well-looking, skin-perfect female celebrity. While such ads dominate the market, they often lack authenticity and engagement for consumers. Many people buy your products simply because of the celebrity endorsing them—thus losing the very essence of cosmetics. "But how about Zhou Muzhi? Didn't we promise to enhance her waist-to-hip ratio first?" Qin Feng still has some concerns. Mei Hui has her own vision: "I'd like to use Zhou Muzhi's transformation journey as our entry point to launch our products. My father has already developed several formulations—though they haven't undergone clinical trials yet—we can be certain they are all purely natural. The effects might not be spectacular, but there will be absolutely no side effects." Qin Feng nodded and said, "Then let's get started. Zhou Muzhi has been eager to appear on camera for some time now."