?Mobile reading Due to the emergence of the killer, the two had a sense of arriving with high expectations and departing with disappointment. E-book Eight Zero After sending Su Wu home, Qin Feng didn't even have time for dinner—he immediately set off. In his view, danger had to be addressed promptly, or it would turn into a prolonged issue. Yuri Skhin took the concept of "having three holes for the rabbit" to its fullest extent, knocking out several of his strongholds in succession, yet still failing to locate the man himself. Qin, the young magnate, was truly furious and dealt a severe blow to Yuri Skhin's people, leaving not a single survivor in his wake. This account naturally had to be settled against the head of the Russian faction, Vladimir. In reality, Vladimir's situation was even more difficult—he had always been slightly weaker than Yuri Skhin in terms of strength within the faction, and since the conflict began, he had failed to gain any significant advantage, nearly running out of resources and supplies. That is precisely why Yuri Jin has the strength to turn his attention to the Su family. Since he cannot kill you, Su Kui, he will instead target your precious daughter. The grief of losing a daughter is a devastating blow to a waning elder. However, the messenger has not arrived, and this absence has begun to unsettle him. Meanwhile, he hears that several of his longtime strongholds have been completely destroyed, prompting him to rage and launch a full-scale counteroffensive against Vladimir. Thud... A mid-level leader of a Russian faction collapses to the ground. Qin Feng walks slowly toward him, retrieving a mobile phone from the fallen man's pocket. Based on the information received by the phone, the sender's location can be easily tracked. He connects the phone to a tablet, locates the signal, and begins to pinpoint the exact position. The location lies in northern Europe, near the Black Sea. With the map in hand, it's easy to see that it once belonged to a socialist union country—though of course, that large nation no longer exists today. Vertically, the distance from Qin Feng's current position exceeds 1,500 kilometers; if he were to travel by flying sword, he would surely freeze solid. So, he'll take a flight. Su Kui quickly rented a small passenger aircraft at the nearest airport. Upon arriving at the airport, the plane took off immediately. He didn't provide overly specific details about the destination, but instead asked the pilot to prepare a parachute pack. He intended to make a parachute drop above the target site, thus saving the time that would otherwise be spent on the plane landing and then driving to the location. Two hours later, the aircraft reached its designated airspace. The cabin door opened slowly, and he stepped out and jumped directly into the air. The two pilots found it hard to understand, though it was generally comprehensible given that Europeans tend to embrace adventure and extreme sports. According to regulations, such small aircraft are typically not permitted to make parachute jumps unless in particularly urgent situations. Qin Feng carried his parachute pack out of caution—his flying sword was far more practical, so the pack served no real purpose. Fortunately, the sky was foggy, allowing him to glide in seamlessly, unnoticed. Yuris had taken refuge in an abandoned dam that had stood unused for several decades. Much of its interior space had been modernized by his staff, featuring luxurious living quarters, a gym, a basketball court, and even a medium-sized indoor training facility for martial arts. What truly brings Yuri Kin the greatest pride is the two fast boats hidden in the secret dock along the riverbank. Should any danger arise here, he can swiftly board these boats with his staff and move downriver toward the Black Sea—once on board, he is as much a dragon entering the sea as ever. After completely severing ties with Vladimir, he arrived here and established a security force of over a hundred guards and hidden sentries, leveraging the terrain and various permanent official duties—some claim that even a full reinforced battalion would struggle to breach the defenses. For added security, he consistently sends out false messages about his appearances at various residences, precisely these false reports that repeatedly leave Qin’s younger brother empty-handed. A thick fog blankets the dam area, visibility reduced to no more than ten meters. The eastern-southern watch post, a covert outpost staffed by four people, has three on duty for surveillance and one responsible for monitoring the video feed, as well as command and communication duties. The weather was simply too cold. The three outside kept rubbing their hands and stomping their feet, one of them producing cigarettes to pass out to the others. Hooorrrr... A dark figure streaked past, and at the same moment, the people on both sides collapsed, their warm, steaming blood splashing onto the stone ground, quickly turning into a thick, crimson pool. The third person had no idea what had happened. His cigarette dropped to the ground as he stood there, stunned—within the span of a moment, his throat was also severed. Qin Feng finally stepped out of the mist, opening a small door at the back. With the thick fog outside, nearly all the surveillance cameras had failed. Inside, the man was sipping his whiskey calmly—his treatment was far better than that of the three outside. By chance, he glanced at the screen. One camera was focused on the sentry post, showing a human-shaped figure lying on the ground. He studied it closely, and in the hazy mist, he could see a steady flow of red, viscous liquid seeping out. He was startled, had just stood up, when a sharp, long sword was already横 across his neck. "Tell me," Qin Feng said, "is Yu-ri-skin hidden inside the dam?" The man shook his head, gesturing to indicate he didn't understand. Qin Feng switched several languages, but the man remained unintelligible. So, he plunged the sword into the man's thigh—crashing to the ground with a soft thud—and the man, now speaking in Russian, said, "The boss is hidden inside the dam. Don't kill me..." Man, that's pure stubbornness—just a moment ago, when I was speaking Russian to you, you were pretending not to hear. I won't kill you. I already know what I need to know. Maybe I can give you a chance to live? But you've also deceived me—so you're going to die. He swung the sword, and the man's head shot straight up into the air. Then, he dealt with all the perimeter sentries. Due to the thick fog outside, no one inside noticed. The dam's interior was intricately interconnected, resembling a maze—yet he found it entirely manageable, thanks to a structural map he discovered among the ten-member watch posts. Of course, the map was quite rudimentary and didn't clearly pinpoint the exact location of Yuri Jin's hiding spot; it merely indicated the positions of each corridor. After a while, he located a place named the Warehouse. He broke the locks on the iron gate and entered to find dozens of luxury vehicles parked inside—famous sports cars such as Lamborghini, Maserati, Aston Martin, and Bugatti, as well as well-known SUVs like Land Rover and Hummer—plus several armored vehicles. Qin Dashi felt as though he had suddenly gone blind. He had always thought the Su family's garage was already extravagant, but now he realized Yuri Jin was truly a wealthy magnate.