Hagris smiled grimly and walked toward Su Wu. As for the ovulation medication, he didn't want to rush—it was going to be a while before he decided to enjoy himself. "Don't come any closer—I'll have your father kill you!" Su Wu's body was bound to the bed, allowing only small, frantic movements. She continued shouting, "There's also a man named Qin Feng—he'll dismember you completely!" While removing his outer robe, Hagris said, "The Qin Feng you mentioned—was the Chinese man who just stood beside you. I can assure you, he's already dead!" "What? That's impossible," Su Wu didn't believe it. Though Qin Feng had often let her down, he was unquestionably a top-tier expert—how could he have been killed? "Just accept your fate," Hagris moved in to pounce, and Su Wu's confidence had now reached its lowest point. At that moment, a lazy voice suddenly rose from the window: "Always thought European gentlemen were numerous—now I realize, there are far more who speak nonsense while keeping their eyes open. Which eye did you use to see me dead, and yet you boast so confidently? Didn't your father teach you when you were young that one must have evidence before speaking?" This voice was one that Su Wu knew all too well. In the past, she had often found it irritating, but now it sounded like pure heavenly music. Hargris was startled and looked up—there, right there, was the young Chinese man from the dinner party. How could three such skilled fighters have failed to defeat him? That seemed impossible. The one who had turned into a fool in the corridor had not initially caught his attention, since no one knew exactly what had happened. Of course, he hadn't been entirely indifferent—otherwise, he wouldn't have dispatched three black-robed attendants to trouble Qin Feng. "Qin Feng, save me!" Su Wu cried out. "Do you think I came over just to see you? If it weren't for you, why would I show up this late at night, all the way to this remote, deserted place?" Qin, the young lord, glanced at her calmly, as if she were invisible. "Now that you know who's been kind to you and who hasn't, remember—mistakes come with consequences. Do you understand what you've done?" Su, the little girl, quickly replied, "I understand. From now on, whatever you say, I'll follow it without hesitation—I'll never dare to go against your wishes!" "Let's not talk about the future yet. Tell me how you're going to be punished this time," Qin said, showing no sign of being tender or compassionate. "At the very worst," Su blushed, "at the very worst, you can just beat me again. I won't cry out in pain—I'll absolutely tell my parents about you, okay?" Qin Feng's gaze naturally shifted to her rear end. Since she was tied down, her body was curled like a shrimp, making her rump especially prominent. The two were busy conversing, paying no attention to Hargris, who carefully bent down and suddenly pulled a pistol from among the piles of clothes, pointing it at Qin Feng and saying, "Kid, you're going to pay for your arrogance!" Su Wu was terrified—she had thought she could escape danger, only to find herself still at the mercy of the others. Qin Feng calmly turned to gaze at the empty barrel of the gun, smiling, "I must have forgotten you—quite sorry about that. Perhaps you were just too unobtrusive, huh?" "Han Chinese," Hargris coldly remarked, "you're truly arrogant. You dared to enter my home—then today is your last day. I'll kill you, and then, right before your very eyes, I'll play with her! Hah!" "Then go ahead and shoot," Qin Feng replied with a similarly calm smile. "As you wish," Hargris said, pulling the trigger. The hammer struck with a crisp "click," yet no bullet was fired. The gun jammed. Could it be that lucky? Sweat beaded on his forehead involuntarily. The fact that the other had appeared here without a trace showed he was no ordinary fighter—once the fight began, Qin Feng felt utterly devoid of confidence. Qin Feng remained calm and said, "Hey, buddy, your firing safety's not engaged—don't you think it's a miracle if it actually fires!" Only then did Hargris unconsciously push the final safety with his thumb. Throughout this, Qin Feng had not rushed over to engage him in a struggle, which made Hargris feel incredibly fortunate. The sudden shift in momentum had already distorted his face; he growled with a fierce, grim smile, "Chinaman, thank you for the tip. As a token of my appreciation, after I kill you, I'll turn you into a dry specimen. Every day, I'll perform the dry dance in front of your very eyes—hahahaha!" "I give you one last chance," Qin Feng said, his expression serious. "You're going to die," Hargris replied, pulling the trigger. A bullet roared forward, aimed straight at his heart. Just as the projectile was about to strike Qin Feng, it suddenly vanished without any apparent reason, while Hargris continued firing, until he had expended nearly a dozen bullets. At such close range, anyone with normal vision should have been able to hit him. Su Wu's heart sank immediately with the first gunshot, plunging deep into the icy valley. Now turning to Qin Dashi, who shook his head, sipping his food and said, "It's good to have confidence, but excessive confidence can only harm oneself. Hagris, how much do you think you outshine Glokent? He, protected by hundreds of bodyguards, still couldn't escape being killed by me. Do you honestly believe you have a chance to survive this time?" Hagris's legs gave way, and he sat down heavily on the ground. Glokent was his father, the former leader of the European Mafia. He had died just six months ago at the hands of assassins, despite being surrounded by hundreds of bodyguards who relentlessly pursued and chased the killers—suffering heavy casualties but ultimately failing to capture or kill them. This mission caused a major stir in the assassin circles. Later, Hagris discovered that it was the Death Island assassins responsible. In the meantime, he was too busy gathering up the remnants of his father's legacy to pursue revenge. Eventually, he learned that the Death Island no longer existed. His already fragile sense of vengeance simply vanished. Now, facing the killer who had murdered his father, he was terrified beyond words. Qin, the young lord, calmly untied the ropes binding Su Xiaoniu, saying, "Sorry, I need to first deal with the security guards inside and outside this villa before I can come to rescue you—I'm sorry for the inconvenience this has caused you!"