The elevator plunged downward at an astonishing speed, and the people inside were crushed under the pressure, bending their legs. Clang— the elevator slammed into the ground, sending the stairwell door on the ground floor flying out, creating a cloud of dust. Ten or so people inside perished instantly. Vladimir was the worst— every single bone in his body was broken. Qin Feng still managed to locate where Vladimir had hidden his valuables, only to find that aside from several million euros in cash and a few diamonds, there was nothing else. Compared to the wealthy Yuri Skhin, Vladimir was truly destitute. He carefully placed the cash and diamonds into his satchel, shrugged with a sense of resignation: "With both the elder and the second handled, I should be heading back to spend a week-end at home!" A few hours later, he arrived at the Su family manor, stepping directly into the living room through the window. Su Wu was watching a TV program, and instead of showing much surprise at Su's sudden appearance, she naturally leaned against him. Qin, the young nobleman, chuckled and had his hands sneak into her clothes, quickly taking full command of the two peaks. "Ugh, I was just enjoying a wonderful moment—don't bother me!" Su, the lady, complained with a delicate pout, yet she didn't attempt to stop him, letting his hands have their way. "Heh, haven't you thought of me lately?" he asked, blowing warm breath into her ear. "Not really," Su firmly replied. "Honestly, not at all!" he said with a scowl. "You dare not think of me at all? Then I'll have to give you a good spanking!" Su quickly changed her tone. "Alright, I admit—I think of you every moment, every hour. I don't want to be spanked, so please, husband, forgive me!" "Heh, I won't forgive you easily," he said. "Get ready to face relentless attacks—this is it, until one of us is done, hahaha!" He gave her a crooked smile and carried Su Wu horizontally toward the stairs. "It's daytime, and both parents are around..." "What's so special about daytime? My brother just loves to bother you when it's bright!" As the door closed, the embarrassed cries followed. The Su Kui couple in the garden below heard the odd sounds at the same time and exchanged a warm smile. "Old man, I think we should have the kitchen prepare a few dishes to strengthen vitality—something to boost Xiao Feng," said Su夫人. "Don't dismiss it, this is truly for the sake of her future happiness!" The old man raised an eyebrow. "No need, really. Xiao Feng is very healthy. Besides, he's a cultivator—his vitality is far stronger than ordinary people. Even if he needs supplementation, would eating vitality-enhancing dishes really make a difference?" "That's true, but there will still be some benefit. There are several beef tendons frozen in the fridge. Have the cook prepare a stir-fried tendon dish." Su夫人 suggested. The old man no longer objected: "Very well, even cow testicles can be turned into a dish—we must make little Feng aware of our intentions!" Unfortunately, the couple's efforts went unnoticed, as the two upstairs guests, after a fierce battle lasting over an hour and a half, both fell asleep and never woke up to have lunch. "Qin Feng adjusted his shoulders and said, 'Honestly, I've truly got no choice. If Blood Saint were truly calm, I'd be able to spare his life. But since things here have settled down, I'm planning to return to Huaxia. Little Wu, you're coming with me!' 'Oh,' Su Wu nodded. Su Wu had her own reasons: "Who knows what better things we might have missed? Europe is the paradise of luxury goods, and prices there are far lower than in China—haven't you noticed how many people travel just to shop?" "We're not exactly broke," he whispered. "Let me tell you the truth—I've managed to draw down the gold reserves of Yuris Kin, securing several billion euros!" Miss Su beamed: "With such a substantial sum, we absolutely must shop more. After all, it's not hard-earned money, so spending it won't feel like a burden, right?" As for that, he meant that once they reached the Chinese homeland, no matter how expensive the items, he would buy them for them—so they should now just go. They didn't need to linger. He already knew Miss Su's decision—she wouldn't be leaving after all. As they passed by a trash bin, it suddenly emitted a crisp, clear sound—drip, drip, drip. Without hesitation, Qin Feng pressed her to the ground and kicked the bin right off its stand. Boom… a powerful explosion shattered the trash can, and Qin Feng managed to step in front of Su Wu just before it blew up, fully blocking the shockwave. Several people nearby were injured by the blast; Qin Feng’s clothes on his back were torn in multiple places, though he himself was unharmed, and Su Wu remained completely untouched. “What’s going on?” Su’s lady, still in shock. Qin Feng scanned the scene with the sharp focus of an eagle, searching for suspects as he said, “It’s definitely an assassination. It’s not likely to be either the Russian allies or the Mafia members, since they don’t know that the head of the organization died at my hands. I’m more inclined to believe it was the Blood Shadow. Whoever it is, once they’ve drawn my attention, they won’t get off lightly!” A group of bodyguards arrived one after another, asking if either of them had been injured. Qin Feng handed Su Wu over to the bodyguards and said, “You take care of the lady back to the castle. The rest is up to me. Just remember—no matter what happens on the way, don’t stop unless absolutely necessary!” “Understood,” the bodyguards replied in Before leaving, Su Wu didn't forget to remind him, "Husband, be careful. I'll stay at home and wait for you patiently!" "Kiss." Qin Feng pressed a kiss on her cheek and said, "Don't worry. I'll be back soon. I'd like to have the braised celery with sauce again—let Father prepare dinner."