When Qin Feng arrived at Su's household, Su Dan had been continuously decrypting messages for over a night—two of them provided longitude and latitude, respectively. She had already located the place on the map, at the convergence of Europe, Asia, and Africa, under Islamic administration. "This might be the treasure site of the Blood Saint. I must go and check it out—even if it isn't, it will only be a small waste of time," Qin Feng decided quickly. Su Dan volunteered, "I'll go with you!" "Still, I'd prefer to go alone—there might be some danger on the way," he said, running his fingers through Su's flowing hair. "Once I return, we'll both head back to China. My sisters at home are all eager to meet you!" She pouted, "But I really want to explore the treasure site—there will surely be excitement along the way!" "Forget it. The more excitement and danger, the greater the stakes—just look at your shaky skills. What will you do when things go suddenly wrong?" "I really want to go," she began to pout. Qin, with a determined look, replied, "That won't do. As long as we find the treasure, you'll definitely get your share. That should be enough, right? If not, then you're really eager to explore, aren't you? Well, then, I'll take you there right away!" With that, he grabbed her shoulders firmly, seating her on the computer desk, pulled off her short skirt, unbuttoned his belt, and summoned his young attendant to join the action. The sudden surge of satisfaction sent her calling out in delight, quickly becoming immersed and responding to every thrust. After the rain had stopped and the clouds cleared, she no longer mentioned the treasure hunt and simply agreed to stay at home. ... Pingplain City, a luxurious hotel's top-floor suite. We chose this location because there's no large chandelier above the dining table—the entire room relies on point-source lighting, so we don't have to worry about the chandelier falling and hitting anyone. Ling Fei, seated as the honored guest, smiled and said to G Zi Hao beside him, "Little G, now you must understand—when Uncle Ling speaks in Pingzhuan City, he's still heard of!" G Zi Hao nodded. "All thanks to Uncle Ling this time; otherwise, the police would have definitely made my life difficult. Though the crisis has passed, I'm certain that Ms. Shu won't rest easy. Next time, I doubt they'll find it easy to brush it off." Ling Fei waved his hand and said, "The saying goes: it's easier to dodge a direct shot than an unseen arrow. With Qin Feng away from the country these days, launching a new product line, why can't we make some subtle moves in that area?" G Zi Hao brightened. "So Uncle Ling means, we can tamper with their new product line!" Lian Mingfei smiled mysteriously and said, "I haven't said a single thing—I just thought this was a great opportunity. If I don't seize it, I'd feel terribly sorry. Young Ge, remember my words: no matter what, never do anything illegal. Always be a good person!" Ge Zihao nodded while thinking, "You're talking about being a good person? How can you ask me not to break the law when you're the one who made me clean hundreds of millions of yuan and transfer them to foreign banks?" Of course, he only thought this to himself, and on his lips he said, "Don't worry, I'll remember your words and strive to be a legitimate businessman. As for Qin Group, you don't need to worry—everything will be handled by me!" Lian Mingfei stroked his chin, his face filled with approval. In another dining room at a different restaurant, someone entered, whispered a few words to Wang Changling, then left. Wang Changling took out his phone and dialed his daughter's number, "Jia, your friend's sister is Qin Feng's girlfriend, isn't that right?" "Wang Yujia on the other end of the phone didn't understand what his father meant. She said carefully, 'Yes, that's Xiao Fei's sister. Why are you asking this?' Wang Changling replied, 'Have Xiao Fei tell her sister that someone wants to target Qin Group and take action against their new products—ask her to be a little cautious!' Wang Xiaoniu nodded and said, 'Got it. I'll tell Xiao Fei right away!' ... Qin Feng stepped out of the airport. The Middle East environment really is quite harsh—due to the extremely dry air, first-time visitors often feel unwell, with nosebleeds being a common occurrence. He got into a taxi and gave the driver the address. Just a few minutes into the ride, he noticed someone following him. It was a Rolls-Royce Phantom—a truly luxurious vehicle. A luxury car following a taxi—something that would probably sound unbelievable if you told anyone." To verify whether the car behind was truly following, he told the driver, "Make a right at the next intersection, then turn back at the following one—I'd like to take in the view of that area!" The driver thought there must be something special about that stretch, but since the guest had requested it, he complied. Indeed, the car behind still kept up with the pace. As they approached the destination, Qin Feng asked the driver again, "Pull over by the side—I'll get off here. This is the fare, no change needed!" Saving time for finding change, he stepped down from the vehicle and immediately plunged into the adjacent narrow street. The luxury car followed and came to a stop; a woman draped in a black veil stepped out from the rear door, moving swiftly to catch up. Several bodyguards, however, lagged behind, jogging to catch up. The woman soon left them behind as the narrow streets were full of alleys—though she ran quickly, she eventually lost sight of the guards. Just as she was about to give up in disappointment, Qin Feng suddenly darted out from one side, pushing her against the wall with his body and demanding fiercely, "Who are you, and why have you been following me?" The woman remained silent. With the veil covering her so completely, only two large eyes were visible—perhaps startled by his actions, tears swirled in those eyes. "Why aren't you speaking? Who sent you here, and what is your purpose in following me? I'd like to find out who has the courage to track me like this." He grabbed the veil firmly and tugged it hard. The veil was pulled aside, revealing a fair, delicate face—a European beauty. As the veil fell, a single shimmering tear slipped down from her eye. She looked familiar—somewhere, he had seen her before. But for a moment, he couldn't recall her face, so he involuntarily glanced at her several times. She was a beautiful woman with golden hair, large blue eyes, a straight, prominent nose, and a fresh red mouth with a pointed chin. Standing about 1.65 meters tall, she was roughly twenty years old—height that was not particularly outstanding among Europeans. Yet her bust was quite impressive; as their bodies pressed closely together, Qin the young gentleman could clearly feel the pressure emanating from her, remarkably firm and elastic. With her small mouth slightly open, she spoke in a tone tinged with emotion, "Feng—really you are here! I thought I'd never see you again. Thank God, we've finally met again."