Lord Rostock was startled, dropping his mouse directly to the floor. He stared at Qin Feng, asking sharply, "Who are you? How did you end up in my home? Didn't you know that entering someone's residence without permission is a legal offense?" Qin Feng replied coldly, "Isn't it also a legal offense to provide a killer to a client?" "What do you mean?" Rostock quietly reached toward the drawer beneath the desk, where he kept a sidearm for self-defense. Qin, the young lord, fixed his gaze on Rostock's face and said, "By now, do you still have any reason to pretend? I warn you—don't touch that drawer. If you do, you'll die a most miserable death." Rust was genuinely startled. The fact that the visitor had managed to pass through such rigorous security measures proved beyond doubt that they were no ordinary person. At sixty-something, even with a gun in hand, Rust wasn't sure he could hold his own. So he simply decided to step aside. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "What brings you here at such a late hour?" "These few words deeply resonated with Rust. After having these adorable children, he longed to step away from Xiyin, but the organization's structure was too rigid, so he couldn't make his departure. Thus, he continuously engaged in charitable activities, striving to be an excellent father in front of his children." "Rustle sighed heavily, saying, 'Inside the Blood Shadow, confidentiality has always been excellent—finding you here has truly been no easy task. However, if you manage to break through to the Blood Shadow headquarters, you might just make some discoveries!' Qin Feng smiled and replied, 'Two questions, and you're willing to risk your and your family's lives. You only answer me one, and the rest I'll have to find out on my own. It seems like I've come out on the losing end, doesn't it?' Rustle sighed, 'Then let's trade your first question for the lives of my family. When I commit to working with you, I've already decided that my own life won't be very long—without you, the Blood Shadow will never let me go!' Qin Feng nodded, agreeing with his proposal. A few minutes later, a gunshot echoed in the study, startling the guards who rushed to open the door to find Lord Rustle having taken his own life. The entire castle was now in chaos, the sudden death of its lord adding another layer of gloom to what had already been a somewhat desolate atmosphere." At the same time, in a valley deep within Europe, a man wearing a silver mask roared in frustration: "What's going on? The Chinese operation has lost Yuanlong, our top assassin. Our European liaison office has been wiped out, Ruster has died—who can give me an explanation?" Below him, six men wearing bronze masks sat in trembling silence, none daring to speak. The silver-masked man snorted: "Didn't you all used to be so confident? Now you're all talking at once!" The man seated at the front, wearing a bronze mask, spoke up: "All the events you've mentioned are sudden developments. The truth behind them hasn't been fully clarified yet. How can we make a judgment? Perhaps we should wait until we receive more concrete information before making any decisions." The silver-masked man pointed at his own forehead, growing increasingly agitated: "Waiting for concrete information? I suspect that if we don't take action now, the bullets we're waiting for might just come one after another—one for each of us!" "He also knew this wasn't a viable solution. With a sigh, he said, 'Get busy investigating right away—make sure everything is clarified as swiftly as possible. Otherwise, we're finished!' The six of them scattered immediately, leaving the man with the silver mask to brood in silence. The head housekeeper hurried to say, "Good heavens, how could I possibly trouble our guests like this? But what if the lady doesn't come out?!" He had already prepared himself to go up to the second floor in front of Qin Feng, then return later, claiming that the lady had fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up—either that, or he'd wake her only to find she was too tired and unwilling to get up. Qin Feng clearly saw through his intentions and simply added, "Just tell Su Xiaoniu: if he doesn't come down, I'll make sure she doesn't even get the chance to sleep on her side!" The head housekeeper was startled—what did this mean? With a mixture of doubt, he went straight to the lady's room, opened the door, and delivered his message plainly to her, who was still half-asleep. Su Xiaoniu instantly lost her sleep, her eyes flashing open: "He's actually threatening me! This is *my* home—how can he treat us like mere guests?" The head housekeeper just shrugged, completely at a loss for words. Su Wu was about to grow angry, but the pain radiating from her buttocks reminded her not to act impulsively—otherwise the outcome would be disastrous. After several encounters, she had come to realize that she simply couldn’t defeat Qin Feng; by playing hard to get, she would ultimately end up losing herself. "Then I’ll go see him," Su Wu said, projecting confidence, though her heart was already racing. "He might just be able to take me."