?Mobile reading Qin Feng rushed into the tent, holding Su Wu who was still struggling. Soon, embarrassed cries echoed out, and the two began a fierce battle, causing the tent to sway. "I'm going upstairs!" "You haven't won yet—what gives?" "Miss Wu hasn't won, but neither have I. Why should only you get to stay upstairs?" "Alright, brother, I'll give you a chance—but you must give it your all. If you slack off, I'll take away your right to stay upstairs. And in front of me, no more 'Miss' or 'Mama'—you must call me 'husband,' or I'll enforce my rules!" "Husband…" With full force, they poured out their deepest emotions, completely immersed in the moment. An hour later, the clouds parted and the rain ceased. After all, it was outdoors—no matter how much they hunted in the afternoon, they'd still need to conserve some strength and return along the same path. Su Wu lay comfortably in his arms, her voice soft and sweet. "Bad husband, you're so vigorous! I'm completely sore all over!" He couldn't help smiling—how come all the girls at home always called him "Bad Husband." "This is just the beginning! If I hadn't been afraid you'd be unable to walk later, I'd have easily let you off." While smiling wickedly, his hands gently moved back and forth over the graceful curves of the lady of the house. Su Wu looked at him with a charming expression, her eyes sparkling. "Even out here in the countryside, you never let me rest!" "Heh, this is exactly what the upper class loves—wild, spontaneous love-making!" Qin Feng couldn't stop himself from blushing. "Besides, who could resist your beauty, little wife? After dinner, you even made such alluring poses—clearly, you were the one trying to charm me!" "You're saying that? Don't let me hear it again—I'll kill you!" After a good while of playful banter and a brief rest, they began dressing. Although hunting had grown dull, the two still felt that if they hadn't brought back a few medium to large game animals, they'd be quite embarrassed. With Qin Feng's assistance, Su Wu successfully shot down a male white-tailed deer with three bullets, so excited she nearly jumped out of her skin. Huff... A sudden breeze blew in, and without any apparent reason, he sensed a sense of danger. In his peripheral vision, he noticed a flash of light in the distant, yellowing shrubbery. Instinctively, he pushed the delighted Su Wu to the ground. At the same moment, a gunshot rang out from the spot where the light had appeared, and a bullet whistled past their heads, striking the tree behind them and leaving a terrifying dent. Su Wu asked in alarm, "What's going on?" "Fortunately, we've once again become the targets of an assassination." He summoned a sniper rifle from his vows and handed it to her, saying, "Stay here. Don't move hasty. I'm not asking you to show off—this rifle is for your protection. The enemy has secured a favorable shooting position. As soon as you appear, a bullet will fly past you!" "Understood. I won't make a sudden appearance. You can rest assured," she said seriously, then removed her hat and waved it gently toward him. "Then I'll go handle the assassins," Qin Feng summoned his flying sword and stepped away from the side. Half a minute later, Su Wu placed her hat on the rifle's stock, slowly revealing the brim, then swiftly pulled it back. This was a tactic to draw the sniper's attention—simply lifting a hat wouldn't deceive most observers, as this scene had been overplayed in countless films. Even a novice sniper would recognize it as routine. But Su Wu had a second move: she lifted the hat again, and quickly set it down once more. Indeed, the shooter twice failed to be fooled. On the third attempt, she hung a pair of sunglasses just below the brim and slowly raised them. The marksman concealed himself among the trees, chuckling to himself—how could such a simple trick deceive me? Suddenly, he saw the hat reappear a third time: not only was the brim fully exposed, but he could clearly see the reflection of the sunglasses. It was clear this was a matter of "three times is enough"—without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. *Crack!* A bullet whistled past, snapping the hinge of the sunglasses. If it had been a human head, the impact would have struck squarely at the brow. The marksman fixed his gaze on the scope, determined to confirm the shooter's death before proceeding with his next move. Unaware, however, that a figure had silently slipped in from the side, stepping gracefully on a sword suspended in mid-air—had he seen it, he would have been startled. Swish… The sword blade detached itself from Qin Feng’s feet and swiftly flew toward the marksman, cutting through his hands and his sniper rifle before he could react. With a cry of agony, the marksman rolled on the ground, his arms severed, blood gushing from the wounds and quickly turning the dry, yellow grass into a crimson patch. The sword returned, piercing through his right shoulder blade and牢牢 pinning him to the ground. Only then did Qin Feng approach slowly, reaching out to pull off the marksman’s helmet, revealing a distorted European face. "Who sent you? Tell me, and I’ll give you a clean death. Otherwise, you’ll simply bleed to death," he said coldly. "For a man, this kind of death is terribly painful!" "You won’t learn a single word from me. Dream on." "The gunfighter gritted his teeth and said, 'I couldn't kill you—that's just bad luck. But our boss, Vladimir, won't be forgiving. I'll be waiting for you at the hands of death!' With that, he bit down hard, black blood flowing from his lips immediately, and his head tilted back as he fell dead. Another one from the Russian faction. And those words he just said—first claiming he wouldn't reveal any intelligence, then saying Vladimir wouldn't let you go—doesn't that just make things worse? The only explanation is that they're framing us. Truly, the Russian faction never fails. Last time, Vladimir's men impersonated Yuri Skhin's staff; now it's Yuri Skhin's people accusing Vladimir. How similar their tactics are—like two seasoned leaders in the same guild, each learning from the other. And while they're fighting fiercely, they still find time to send someone after me. Yuri Skhin, you're actively inviting death." In no time, Su Wu arrived and, upon seeing the gunner's gruesome condition, nearly retched, turning her head away with a look of distress and asking, "What's his background? Have we clarified that yet?" Qin Feng smiled and replied, "He claims to be from Vladimir, but I'm ninety percent certain he's actually sent by Yuris Kin. Little Wu, your father's right—things are truly chaotic outside. If we hadn't spotted this situation in time, it'd have been us lying here!" Su Wu asked, "So what are your plans? Are you going to eliminate Yuris Kin?" "He must die," Qin Feng said, drawing back his flying sword. "And he must die meaningfully. If he dies and the Tang People's Alliance gains no advantage, then isn't it all for nothing?"