Qi Feng kept his face stubborn and wouldn’t admit it, and Chen Yue truly had no way to handle the situation—plus Mei Hui and Fang Fang were there, smoothing things over—so the matter was eventually dropped. Eight Zero E-book (txt02.com) After the cheerful female counselor stormed up to her room in a huff, she simply covered the glass door with newspapers, making it impossible for anyone to peek in. Perhaps driven by a sense of revenge, tonight’s Qin Dynasty young man performed especially well—his bedmaking lasted over four hours, so noisy that the woman upstairs couldn’t fall asleep, even with earplugs. Because of the conflict that night, Qin Feng didn’t get the chance to be teased the next day, and felt deeply disappointed. For several consecutive days, Chen Yue ignored him completely. He had to shift his focus to preparing a trap for Yuan Long, while He Muqing and Shu Yajing made solid progress on their end—sending personnel to track Gong Zihao around the clock, closely monitoring every member who gained access to the basement. That afternoon, Qin Feng drove out of the community with great visibility, four girls seated inside the car. In fact, all four girls were manifestations of Jin Tingmu; behind the sun-protected windows, it was difficult to tell whether they were real or not. Shortly after leaving the residential complex, he sensed someone tailing him—fish indeed had taken the hook. Driving swiftly, he reached a quiet riverbank near the outskirts, a popular spot for picnics and leisure activities. Yuan Long drove a plain gray sedan, maintaining a steady distance behind him. At one point, as he passed through a certain stretch, his view suddenly darkened, just as he was about to be startled, it cleared once again, restoring the familiar scene. He sighed, thinking it must be because he was too tired—driving now even caused brief episodes of blackouts. Once this mission was over, he’d definitely find a scenic spot and take a proper vacation. Nearby, by a small river, a simple tent had already been set up, and several girls were getting ready to prepare food. Qin Feng stood by, giving directions and instructions. With precise aim, he slowly depressed the trigger, the gun's muzzle emitting a soft "puff" with its suppressor, and the bullet whistled forward. Yuan Long kept his eyes locked on the scope, eager to witness the moment the target's skull was blown off and brain matter sprayed out. The bullet struck true, cleanly passing through Qin Feng's head. Yet, the scene Yuan Long had anticipated never materialized—Qin Feng remained unharmed, continuing to direct the girls with full composure. "What's going on?" he was astonished. The shot had been accurate, and he had clearly seen the bullet penetrate the target's skull—yet Qin Feng showed no sign of injury at all. Something must have gone wrong. He recalled the previous time, when he had also been confident in his aim, only for Qin Feng to have deftly avoided it. Without pausing, he pulled the charging handle, advancing the second bullet into the magazine. This time, he was even more cautious, maintaining steady focus for over a dozen seconds before finally depressing the trigger. The result was the same—the bullets passed cleanly through the target's head, yet the person did not fall. Yuan Long was frantic. He turned the gun on a young girl, regardless of whether he was aiming at her head or heart, and fired. Again, the bullet pierced her body, yet left no mark. He grew increasingly startled, unable to comprehend the sheer strangeness of what was unfolding. "Must be exhilarating, firing the gun, isn't it?" a cold, calm voice echoed behind him. Yuan Long was startled into a cold sweat, quickly clutching the gun and turning around, ready to fire at a moment's notice. All that had happened before had been a fantasy conjured by Jin Tingmu. Qin Feng suddenly emerged from the bushes. Yuan Long fired instinctively, but missed, as Qin Feng had already taken off running. He kept spotting new targets, firing repeatedly, until his magazine was empty—only then did he realize he had been outwitted. "Qin Feng! Show yourself! Let's settle this once and for all!" He tossed aside his sniper rifle and shouted loudly. "As you wish, but you're not my match!" Qin Feng materialized like a ghost before him, with a sarcastic tone: "Even if you've undergone your transformation, I'll still knock you senseless. Don't believe me? Then go on—try it!" Yuan Long's face darkened as he pulled down his shirt and said, "I don't know who fled last time, but today, you're finished!" With that, his muscles erupted with crisp cracks, and his height surged instantly. "You didn't even make it to the end—now you have the nerve to blame me?" Qin Feng continued to mock, extending his hand to summon his flying sword and launched an attack before Yuan Long had finished his transformation. "Unprincipled little man, you're taking advantage of my vulnerability!" Yuan Long roared. "You're a shadowy killer all along—what right do you have to scold me?" Qin Feng wouldn't bother with the conventions of chivalry when dealing with a cold-blooded killer. His sharp sword moved with relentless precision, each strike aimed squarely at Yuan Long's vital points. Yuanlong was unable to complete his transformation and could only choose to dodge. Thus, one scrambled with his hands to his chest while the other pursued him with relentless attacks—both of them leaping and darting in equal frenzy. When Yuanlong finally finished his transformation, he remained under constant pressure, struggling to regain the initiative and still maintaining a defensive posture, constantly being pushed back. Indeed, the sword tip failed to reach him; his fists seemed to strike empty air, offering no resistance. It was all a pretense. Everything before him was false. Yuan Long finally regained his composure. "Qin Feng, what magic exactly are you using?" he demanded sharply, "Do you really think I'm easy to deceive?" "Didn't you fall for it?" Qin Feng, floating in midair, spoke up. "Who was like a great monkey, constantly jumping and darting, watching me swing the sword?" With a single slash, Yuan Long remained unmoved, scoffing, "You still want to fool me? I'm not going to be tricked again!"