?Reading on mobile phone A pastry chef was holding a large whisk, his plump body resembling a mound of flesh. Qin Feng couldn’t help but smile. In the kitchen, there were so many items that could serve as weapons—like knives, bone-cutting tools, even a large chopping knife. Holding any of those would surely be better than a whisk. As the pastry chef moved his heavy jaw up and down, he managed to squeeze out: “What exactly are you? Why are you making things so difficult for us?” “It’s not me being difficult,” Qin Feng replied, pointing to a cream cake beside him. “It’s you who’ve been making things difficult for me. On your cake, there’s my name!” The pastry chef was stunned. This was the first time someone of such importance had come to confront him directly. Over the course of his fifteen-year tenure here, every name he had written on cakes had eventually turned into a name on a death certificate. "It's you, isn't it? Yuanlong must have died at your hands. So, that means all five people I sent out, plus the blonde man just now, have all perished, correct?" His grip tightened on the whisk. Qin Feng nodded. "They all have. The next to go will be you—of course, if you can tell me something useful, I might just give you a chance." The cake maker narrowed his small eyes and coldly remarked, "What exactly do you want to know from me?" "Everything related to the Blood Shadow." Qin Feng said. The cake maker feigned surprise and shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never heard of the Blood Shadow. You've mistaken me for someone else!" This was classic—only when the coffin was delivered would he finally break down. He sneered, "Do you really think I'll be helpless just because you won't speak? I wonder if Lord Rust will be any more stubborn than you!" "The pastry chef gasped, 'You... you actually know Lord Rust? You...'" "Then, if you're not going to say a word, it's all over for you." Qin Feng drew his dagger and prepared to kill. With a simple stretch of his arm, the dagger returned automatically, completely free of any trace of blood. Stepping out of the inn and walking three kilometers, he was surprised to find Su Wu gone—no trace of a four-wheel drive vehicle within hundreds of meters. "For heaven's sake, she just left without waiting for me!" Qin, the young nobleman, regretted not having given her a few more solid punches earlier. How could she have started acting so independently again so soon? Truly, she was being rather rude. He would have to summon the flying sword to track down Lord Rust, and without a free driver, he felt utterly miserable. She picked up the phone to her domestic friend, only to hear her friend complain for a while before she could even begin to express her own frustration, gasping, "No way, Yueyue! You're going through such hardship—you're not even daring to go home! By the way, that guy who's been taking advantage of you—he's really bold! Doesn't he fear Old Master Chen will come after him and fight him to the death?" The person on the other end spoke in a quiet, reflective tone: "Master Chen is always bustling around the campus—how could I possibly avoid him? Oh, Xiao Wu, you mentioned earlier that you've also been having a tough time—what's going on?" Su Wu said with a huff, "Don't mention it! On the plane, I encountered someone who was always eating my tofu—I naturally couldn't let that go. I planned to take him back and give him a good scolding. But instead, he turned out to be a real tiger in disguise, and he ended up giving me a beating. Plus, my parents are quite wary of him. I was only trying to help him, but he ended up hitting me!" "Wait—how dare he hit you!" The "Not really, just a few taps on the rump, that's all." Su Wu felt rather embarrassed about the matter and quickly changed the subject: "Your student is much better—he knows how to show you appreciation and even lets you live in his house. As for this one, though, my parents were so kind as to invite him to live with us, yet he not only fails to show gratitude, but repeatedly challenges me as the junior host—how infuriating!" "In fact, the one who's always with me is just as indifferent. He's always romancing other women..." "Men—men aren't really that great, are they?" Unconsciously, the two women transformed their personal grievances into a scathing critique of all men, their language so sharp and incisive it was truly unprecedented. ... Qin Feng kept sneezing twice in a row, nearly falling off the flying sword. He reached up to his nose and murmured to himself, "Is it possible that someone is criticizing me? I've always been so sincere and straightforward—how could such a thing be so unjust?" After flying for another half hour, it was fortunate that the European continent was now in early winter, with few pedestrians on the roads—otherwise, he might have been spotted long ago. He arrived at the outer perimeter of Lord Rust's manor, much like the Su family, which also featured a historic castle. Outside the castle walls, two fully armed guards, each leading a wolf dog, were patrolling. The corner towers were brightly lit, indicating a high level of external defense—surely the interior must be even more robust. According to records, Lord Rust's life trajectory closely mirrored that of Su Kui: both began with unsavory, behind-the-scenes ventures, then tirelessly used their profits to fund charitable works in order to earn the title of lord. Given that he was so concerned about accumulating guilt from his ethical compromises, why not simply stop doing such things altogether? While quietly amassing profits through less-than-honest means, he could still project the image of a philanthropist—wasn't that a constant burden? In contrast, the security measures at Lord Rust's manor were far less impressive than those at the Su family's estate, and thus he entered directly, gliding in on his flying sword. Not long after, he found the lord's study, where a group of children and a woman were playing and laughing in the drawing room, their voices nearly filling the entire manor. Lord Rost, in his sixties with a full beard, looked very much like a university professor at first glance, was operating a computer. Qin Feng drifted gently through the window and sat down on the sofa. The lord was completely absorbed in his computer, unaware that someone had just entered the room. Qin, thinking it was time to make some noise—sometimes, too quiet a movement could be a drawback—decided to speak: "It's truly admirable that the lord is still working late into the night."