The helicopter landed at a coastal location. The dozen people who stepped down appeared exhausted—having endured several hours of continuous flight and the emotional weight of being homeless, none were eager to speak. The silver-masked man was the last to exit the cabin. He spoke in a calm, measured tone: "Everyone, rest here for now. I'll contact the Blood Saint and await further instructions. You six are to reach out to intelligence personnel scattered across the region—no matter what, uncover the enemy's true identities!" "Yes," the six bronze-masked men responded in unison. The silver-masked man walked toward a distant rock formation, deliberately choosing to keep his conversation with the Blood Saint private. The phone call connected immediately. As soon as he mentioned that the fortress had been destroyed, a sharp scolding poured in. Though no one was nearby, he felt his face, concealed beneath the mask, grow intensely warm. Such a vast place, filled with so many people, ended up in such a chaotic state—disturbed by just one intruder—necessitating the activation of the self-destruct system. It's a complete and utter embarrassment. The Blood Shadow Killers, who have dominated the world for several decades, have never suffered such a defeat. Yet the facts stand clear: Silver Mask Man believes he has done his best. He couldn't even manage to defeat twelve mutated beast people—how can he be blamed for this? Of course, he won't say this out loud; otherwise, he'd meet a grim end. On the other end of the line, a frustrated voice speaks: "You must immediately lead the remaining personnel to the nearest secret rendezvous point—no exceptions. I'm telling you, you are fully responsible for this failure… *beep… beep…*" Silver Mask Man holds the phone, stunned, then removes his mask and angrily declares, "I've never been credited for any achievements—when things go wrong, it's always my subordinates who bear the blame. Does the Blood Saint have any responsibility at all?" A piercing cry rang out as he hurried out from behind the rock formation. On the nearby shore, no more than eight of the dozen people were still standing—everyone else had perished. Qin Feng moved like a wolf among sheep. Aside from the six men wearing bronze masks, the rest were all inept—each sword stroke could easily pierce two of them. With his surprise attack and the others unprepared, they suffered heavy losses. The six bronze-masked men formed an oddly shaped formation, coordinating well and successfully withstanding Qin Feng's sharp assaults. Indeed, even when these six mutated humanoid beings stood shoulder to shoulder, they had been no match for him. Moreover, these six were particularly cunning—time and again, they would strike their own hidden moves before Qin Feng could even deploy his. This made Qin Feng increasingly frustrated. The more they outmaneuvered him, the more determined he became to eliminate them. Absolutely, he would not allow anyone more subtle than himself to remain. The man in the silver mask drew his pistol from his waist, then paused. After a few seconds of thought, he decided it was better to escape—though the six others were skilled in ambush tactics, they simply didn't match the level of the elite assassins in actual combat prowess. Given enough time, they would surely fall. He reholstered the pistol and turned to run. Go Zihao sat in his new office, holding a fax in his hands, his brows furrowed. The fax came from the Shadow Killers' team, stating that a new assassin had suffered an unexpected incident, causing the assassination mission to be postponed for a while. If the client found this unacceptable, the team would refund the deposit—doubled. After careful consideration, he decided to return the deposit. They had already failed once; Qin Feng must have been well-prepared. Who could guarantee success on the next attempt? He dialed the number provided on the fax using the office phone. The voice that came through was: "Sorry, the line you've reached is currently off the hook. Please try again later." Half an hour later, he dialed once more—still off the hook. He initially thought it was a time zone issue—the recipient probably hadn't started work yet, so he didn't give it much importance. It wasn't until nearly time to leave that he remembered and dialed once again. Still off the hook. Go Zihao realized something was amiss. The Blood Shadow Killers were renowned for their harshness, yet they had always treated their clients fairly and honestly. Why, then, were they not answering their phone calls? That small deposit, to them, was surely nothing more than a drop in the bucket. As he said, with a municipal party secretary backing him, what could a few police officers possibly do? Besides his legitimate business, he was also helping Lian Mingfei launder money—now, together with Lian, they had conspired to bring down Qin Group, effectively becoming two birds on the same string. The staff listened to this and felt much calmer. Less than a minute later, they rushed back in again: "Bad news, Mr. Ge! The police have not only surrounded our building, but a whole contingent has arrived—these people are not friendly at all!" Ge Zihao frowned slightly: "You go ahead and hold them off for now—I'll immediately call Lian Secretary. I won't believe these well-dressed, dog-in-the-meat-skincare types will dare to make a move here!" The leader wasn't anyone else but police officer Shu Yajing. Behind her came an entire police platoon, fully equipped. Outside the office building, all exits were secured by military police, and anyone from Ge Zihao's company was barred from leaving. Since it was a newly established company, just a few days into operations, it had already drawn the attention of the police, and employees from neighboring companies had gathered to watch the scene unfold. When Gong Zihao finished his phone call, Shu Ya-jing had already arrived with her team at the door. "Officers, what exactly do you want? We're running a legitimate business here..." Seeing that her team was struggling to hold off the police, Gong Zihao interjected, "I'm the owner of this company. Let's talk to me about this matter—I'm Gong Zihao." Shu Ya-jing glanced at him and said, "I'm well aware of your true identity. You're involved in several cases—let's take you with us!" Gong Zihao chuckled coldly, "Please present your arrest warrant. Otherwise, I'm not moving an inch."