?Phone reading Su Kui and his wife sat quietly on the chairs. Facing them, Su Wu was practicing qi. Though she had only just mastered the method, her practice was steady and well-structured, and the couple nodded continuously, their joy evident. Su Wu gently moved her finger on her husband’s arm and gave him a subtle glance. He understood immediately, and together they moved softly until they closed the door. Only then did Su Wu whisper, “Don’t disturb our dear daughter. We can’t really help much, and in fact, we might even add pressure to her.” “Agreed,” Su Kui replied, glancing toward the window. “Little Feng has been away for several days now, and still no word from him—no idea what he’s doing.” As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang, and a message appeared: Brother is deceased. Proceed accordingly. “Hahahaha! Little Feng truly lives up to the expectations.” "Su Kui read the message and said with delight, 'I must go right away and handle matters at the branch. I'll seize another big opportunity while things are chaotic!' 'Yes, go ahead,' Su夫人 smiled warmly, adding, 'With such a good match for her daughter, you as her father ought to earn her a generous dowry!' ... In the heart of Europe, just like Yuris Kin, Vladimir also adhered to the strategy of having multiple strongholds—creating significant difficulties for Qin Feng. To date, the members of the Russian branch still don't know that Yuris Kin has passed away. Only a few senior officials are aware that attacks have been launched on several of his residences, and they assume it's all due to Vladimir's efforts, thus not giving it much priority. In fact, Vladimir's own residences have also suffered severe attacks. Compared to his younger brother, this elder leader of the Russian branch is far more cautious about his safety. He never believes that strengthening the defenses of his homes will ensure complete peace and security within them." His approach was to change hotels every day, switching rooms every six hours, thus minimizing exposure of specific locations. This method proved quite secure, though it came at the cost of discomfort—his meals were poor, his stays were restless, and his sleep was especially disrupted. He often found himself just falling asleep when his assistant would wake him up to announce that it was time to move rooms. Now, his sleep was completely gone. He yawned and asked, "What time is it now? Has Yuri made any new moves? That man never settles—he enjoys playing behind-the-scenes games!" The assistant replied, "It's four in the morning. Over the past twenty hours, all three of your residences have been breached, and every security personnel on duty has been killed. There's one oddity: the people from Yuriskin seem to have lost their usual sense of order—some have even become disoriented, like aimless bees, completely at a loss as to what's happening!" Vladimir said without hesitation, "It must be a breakdown in command. Yuri has never been particularly strong in leadership—his achievements to date have been entirely due to the resources left behind by his grandfather and father. Eventually, those resources will be exhausted under his management!" Upon arriving at Yuri's office, he asked his assistant to brew him a cup of coffee. As he sipped it, he reviewed the loss reports coming in from various regions. The reports clearly showed that the greatest threat to the factions wasn't internal friction, but rather the Tangmen Clan, which had already seized control of numerous territories and businesses from both the Russian and Tangmen factions. "Is Su Kui going mad? How dare he fully commit to encroaching on the interests of two separate factions—doesn't he realize he might collapse under the pressure?" he murmured. The reports also noted that following the death of the new boss of the Mafia, the Tangmen Clan had increasingly marginalized and pressured the leadership. After reviewing the report, Vladimir gritted his teeth and said, "You old thing, Su Kui—everlasting! Once I've settled matters with Yuris Kin, I'll finally get to you. It's truly a pity I couldn't kill you last time!" As the sky began to lighten to a pale blue, a figure passed through the window and entered the room where Vladimir had previously stayed. It was Qin Feng. He glanced at the empty bed, and from the slightly disheveled sheets, it was clear someone had once occupied it. Touching the pillow, he sensed it still held a warm temperature, indicating the person had only recently left. "Vladimir is indeed quite cautious," he murmured. Having successfully infiltrated the hotel's main computer system, he had retrieved the entrance hall surveillance footage to confirm that Vladimir had checked in and hadn't left the hotel. He had assumed Vladimir would have moved to another room, yet with hundreds of rooms in the hotel, he couldn't possibly search them one by one. Surveying the room, his eyes landed on the fire alarm at the door, and a sudden idea struck him. He gathered the blanket from the bed, lit it with a match, and then calmly tossed it onto the corridor—immediately sending a thick plume of black smoke. Following the same procedure, within a short while, the corridor was choked with dense smoke. The smoke detectors overhead began sounding an urgent alarm, and the automatic sprinkler system started spraying water. Since the blankets had been placed in the corner and were primarily smoldering rather than blazing, the water transformed the black smoke into a steady white mist. The guests were awakened by the alarm and, hearing the commotion outside, Vladimir asked, "What's going on? Let's go out and see!" His assistant returned quickly, saying, "It's bad, sir—the fire has broken out on the floor we previously occupied. It's severe, and the hotel is now evacuating guests. We should be leaving too!" Vladimir thought for a moment, then said, "Alright, let's switch hotels—let everyone come out so we don't get lost in the crowd!" The assistant rushed out to gather the team, and within a few minutes, Vladimir stepped out of the room accompanied by about twenty bodyguards, with a dedicated person assigned to secure an elevator. Several people boarded the elevator together, positioning the leader right in the center. The assistant pressed the button for the basement level, where vehicles were already waiting in the parking garage to ensure the leader could immediately take a car once he stepped out. As the elevator began descending, it jolted suddenly, causing several people to nearly stumble. "What's going on?" Vladimir asked. The assistant panicked, "It might be that the hotel has temporarily suspended elevator service due to a fire—perhaps we should take the stairs, even though it will be slower and more tiring, it will be safer, sir!" "Very well, let's take the stairs." He reluctantly agreed. Yet no matter how many times the assistant pressed the door button, the elevator doors showed no response. Small C4 explosives were stuck along each steel cable above the elevator. Qin Feng, stationed on the rooftop, pulled out his remote control and pressed the red button without hesitation. Four bombs exploded simultaneously, severing all the cables. The elevator car began to descend, sparking wildly as it fell.