?Reading on mobile phone The long, lingering kiss lasted several minutes before Qin Feng finally withdrew from He Leader's lips, still lingering in contentment. Eight Zero E-book He Muqing gave him a graceful, slightly disdainful look and remarked, "Now satisfied, aren't you? You're such a dreamy soul. You've already collected all your rewards—why aren't you off to work? If Go Zihao slips away, I'll never stop nagging you!" Qin, the young lord, beamed, "Don't worry, I won't let you down. Just wait and see—my time of recognition is coming. By the way, why don't you invite Mr. Wei over for a visit? I've been thinking of him!" "Please, please—do you really think I don't know what you're up to? I bet you're just dreaming of his mugwort wine!" He Leader teased. "Am I really that kind of person?" "Indeed!" “Well, okay, honestly, the leftover Mengxi wine from Old Master Sun still has quite a bit left—myself, I’ve grown tired of it and wanted to try the Wulingxi wine. Just ask him to bring me a batch. If he’s truly too busy, even if he doesn’t show up personally, as long as the wine arrives, that’ll be fine. Chairman Wei is always juggling a thousand tasks—so I’ll understand that!” “….” “Hurry up and call! I’m so eager to try the Wulingxi wine!” “Qin Feng, are you really that unapologetically unrefined?” Grateful to be praised with such a term, Qin the young man left the police station with a satisfied smile. As he got into his car and hadn’t even had time to start the engine, his phone rang—this time from an unfamiliar number. Usually, he never answers calls from strangers, but today he was in such a good mood that he broke his routine and picked up the phone: “Hello, who is this? What did you say? Could you repeat that, please?” The caller was a classmate, speaking in a hurried tone: “Lin Caiv "What's the license plate number?" He quickly started the engine. Once he got a clear answer, he sincerely said, "Thanks a lot, buddy—I'll definitely treat you to dinner sometime!" After hanging up, he sped toward Ping Da, while simultaneously notifying Shu Yajing to activate the traffic police's surveillance systems and keep a close eye on that vehicle's movements. He hadn't expected孙晟 to respond so swiftly. Last time, his victory had been due to Isabel's assistance; otherwise, he would have managed to cut off one of his arms. In terms of one-on-one combat, neither Lin Caivé nor Qin Feng could have held their own against him. Moreover,孙晟 had brought reinforcements—typically, the people one calls after suffering a setback are at least as strong, if not stronger, than oneself. Lin Caivé's decision not to engage them directly was undoubtedly the right one. Updates from Shu, flowing continuously, arrived just minutes apart, and within that short span, he had already caught up with them. Instead of accelerating to escape, the off-road vehicle deliberately slowed down, and the passenger window on the副 driver's side was lowered, revealing Sun Cheng's playful expression. He coldly remarked, "Qin Feng, you came quite quickly!" "Sun Cheng, if you're going to outnumber and outmaneuver me, what's your claim to skill? Then come on—charge at me!" Qin, the young man, roared. Sun Cheng raised his arm, now missing his right hand, and waved it around. "Don't you have any instances of outnumbering and outmaneuvering others? Otherwise, how did my hand get lost?" MD—hadn't you, Qin Feng, been the one outmaneuvering me first? I wouldn't have resorted to outnumbering you at all. Qin Feng didn't want to dwell on this point, as it was simply meaningless. Sun Cheng gestured toward the front, and sneered, "Let's find a spot with no one around and settle our grievances once and for all!" "As you wish," Qin Feng said, pressing down on the accelerator, and the Jeep surged ahead. Two vehicles arrived at the outskirts—one in front, the other trailing behind. Though the situation was urgent, Qin Feng had not informed Isabella; her mission was equally vital. That meant he would have to face the enemy alone, and if luck favored him, he might be able to fight side by side with Lin Caipu. After parking the vehicles, Sun Cheng turned to his two senior brothers and said, "Second Brother, Fourth Brother, now it's up to you. Qin Feng must die, and as for Lin Caipu, her cultivation must be completely ruined!" Lin Caipu was bound by an odd rope, completely immobile. Second Brother frowned and said, "This seems rather unkind. After all, she's a member of the Lin family. If we completely disable her, it's unlikely that the Lin family will remain indifferent. In my opinion, we should only leave her seriously injured. Even if the Lin family objects, we can justify our actions by saying we'll respond with equal strength—blood for blood, tooth for tooth." "Fourth brother holds a different opinion: 'The Lin family is small—they dare not oppose us, White Crane Sect. Moreover, the Lin family head is someone who only acts when there's profit to be gained. In his eyes, Lin Caiwei is merely a tool to be used for exchange. As long as we offer sufficient benefits, not only will we not need to harm her, even if we kill her, the Lin family won't dare to make a sound!' These words pierced Lin Caiwei like a sharp, unyielding sword. Yet she had no words to counter them—the Lin family head's stinginess, coldness, and self-interest were well-known throughout the cultivation world. 'Let's take it step by step,' Second brother said with unwavering conviction. 'The young man outside has no background at all; killing him won't cause any trouble.' 'I'll handle the execution,' he added, 'while I'll watch from the sidelines. You, Xiao Cheng, stay here with Lin Caiwei. Remember—not to burden her. We've always been advised against creating enemies, and that's a principle of ours at the White Crane Sect.' 'Understood,' both brothers replied in unison. His fourth senior, at the peak of the Soul Refinement stage, and his second senior, who had entered the Transcendent Refinement stage several years ago, were no less accomplished than the previous Han Yuxuan. One was a rising star in the cultivation world, the other a true master. Against Qin Feng, they did not need to charge in together—such a display would have diminished the prestige of Bai He Gate. Sun Cheng turned to Lin Caivé, a grim smile playing on his face: "This is your fate for opposing me. If you wish to avoid being disabled, kneel down and beg for mercy. Perhaps, in a good mood, I'll spare you!" "Dream on," Lin Caivé replied coldly. "Your actions have already sealed your fate—death is inevitable. If you now choose to yield, I'll persuade Feng to drop all further pursuit." This confidence stemmed from her, Qin Feng, and Isabella's joint efforts against Han Yuxuan, a Transcendent Refinement-level master, who had proven easily overcome. The rest of the Bai He Gate disciples were merely destined to be mere side players. "Stiff-necked girl, you're still stubborn to the very end—right before you die, I'll have you watch Qin Feng shattered both in body and spirit!" Sun Cheng said fiercely, not forgetting to add to his fourth brother: "There's a strangely odd ally on the other side—be especially cautious!" The fourth brother smiled and glanced at the second brother: "With the second brother guarding the front, no one will succeed in launching a successful surprise attack!" Qin Feng stood several dozen feet away, gripping his green steel sword, rapidly thinking through how to guide the young lady to safety. With the enemy outnumbering and outmatching them in strength, a direct confrontation was not advisable. Before launching his attack, the fourth brother generously remarked: "Qin, do you have any final words you'd like to make?" Qin Feng began to delay: "I'm sure you haven't heard the story of how I came into conflict with Sun Cheng—nor will he tell you. He's been secretly taking the national treasure from the museum for himself. Isn't that surprising? Then you're right to be."