?Mobile reading Qin Feng was completely puzzled by the young woman's words in front of him. Though he recognized her face, he couldn't recall her name. After all, she was a beauty of European descent—why would she say "thank you to God"? Shouldn't she be thanking "God" instead? Eight Zero E-book "Feng, don't you recognize me?" The young woman's tears flowed more abundantly, falling in large drops. Qin Feng involuntarily recalled a scene two years ago, when he had been on a mission in Europe. By chance, he had met members of another assassin organization also on duty. Their target was the only daughter of the CEO of the world's leading automotive company. Qin Feng's mission had no connection to this young woman, yet their paths had converged by fate—he had saved her life when she was on the brink of death. The girl's father was deeply grateful and offered him a substantial fee, which he politely declined. The girl's family felt uncomfortable and promised that as long as Qin Feng needed anything, they would be more than willing to assist him wholeheartedly. Recently, Qin, the young heir, had indeed reached out to this daughter of a global business tycoon, asking her to help establish a cooperative relationship between her family and Qin Group, with the shared goal of jointly developing a new type of automobile engine. After two years, the girl had changed remarkably—having grown from a sweet, youthful girl into a sophisticated, elegant woman. The significant shift in her demeanor made him unable to recognize her at first. Though she had turned eighteen back then, she had grown up in an environment of constant indulgence, so her psychological maturity remained that of a ten- to fifteen-year-old, essentially still a large-scale "little girl." "Kate, is it really you?" he asked. "Yes, it's me." The blonde woman kept nodding, arms open, embracing him tightly, and cried out, "I never thought we'd meet here. When I saw someone who looked just like you at the airport, I followed them right away... Feng, I've been thinking of you every day, ever since. Wuuu..." "Come on, you're all grown up now—why are you still crying?" Qin, the young man, felt a bit at a loss. In his mind, beyond saving her life, he hadn't really shared much of a story with her since their first meeting—just under forty minutes from the moment they met until she was handed over to her family. "I'm just so excited," the young woman said, still crying. "I've mentioned to my father so many times that I should go find you, but he always refused, saying I'd never find you. Then, when you sent me an email, I immediately wanted to fly to China—yet he still wouldn't budge!" "Honestly, your father knows my identity as a killer—how could he have sent you to find me? And until I left the Death Island, you simply couldn't find me at all. This beautiful woman's full name is Yasha Kate, the only child of Kate Group, the world's wealthiest family, and the first-in-line heir to the family's business. 'Yasha, don't cry...' the young woman suddenly lifted her head, looking at him seriously and said, 'Feng, I've changed my name. I'm no longer Yasha—I'm now Yasha!'" "Yasha? Really?" He was taken aback. "Why on earth would you change your name?" The young woman replied, "I always felt that Yasha sounded more Eastern. At first, everyone in the family opposed it, but eventually, after I persisted, they agreed. Now, Yasha is my given name, and Yasha is my nickname—only a few people know that. Outside of that circle, everyone calls me Yasha!" Qi Da-shao was holding the beautiful woman in his arms, thinking, "Won't you have changed my Eastern name just because I'm from the East?" Before he could ask anything, the young beauty spoke with pride, "I changed my name for you! Do you like my new name?" He wiped his brow—really, that's exactly what happened. He remembered he hadn't even tried to charm her, let alone taken advantage of her. So why did she change her name just for him? He nodded silently, since "Yi-shi" did indeed sound better than "Yi-sha"—a fact that couldn't be disputed. "Great! I knew you'd like it!" The young woman's eyes sparkled with stars. Qi Feng felt a bit embarrassed as he gently released her, but she remained firmly holding on, asking, "How did you come here? Were you coming specifically to find me?" He shook his head and replied, "I came here for an important matter. By the way, you left Europe and came all the way to the Middle East—why? It's so chaotic here. Is your father worried?" A touch of disappointment was evident on Yapo's face as she replied, "I came here with my father. He's here to negotiate the purchase of oil fields with the chief. The country is fairly stable—by no means in chaos!" As soon as she finished speaking, the bodyguards arrived, seeing the young lady being bullied by a man. They were instantly furious, one of them shouting, "Young man, let go of our lady at once or you'll meet your end!" Several of them drew their guns, ready to fire. Yapo turned and called out, "None of you are to approach—this man is my friend, not an enemy!" The bodyguards didn't believe her, thinking the young lady was under threat and hesitant to speak plainly, asking, "Really? I've never seen this gentleman before!" Yapo huffed, "My friend! How do you know him? Even if my father were here, he would treat Mr. Qin with the utmost respect. Now, please, step aside—there's nothing for you to do here!" "The bodyguards exchanged tense glances: 'This isn't very good. Our job is to ensure your safety—how can we possibly leave?' Appearances confident, Yashie looked at Qin Feng and said, 'With Mr. Qin here, my safety is no longer an issue. We truly don't need your assistance. If you're still doubtful, feel free to ask my father—he's just as confident in Mr. Qin!' No one dared to leave or approach, so they simply followed at a distance. The lead bodyguard reported this to the owner, Gossenskayt, who immediately widened his eyes: 'A Mr. Qin, of Chinese appearance—that's Qin Feng, isn't it? How could he have ended up here, and yet be seen by Yashie just now? Isn't that quite coincidental!' Seeing the owner's evident recognition of Qin Feng, the bodyguard exhaled in relief." But Gessens quickly added, "This isn't good at all. For this Chinese man, Apis has even changed her name. We absolutely must keep them separate—otherwise, problems will surely arise!" The bodyguard looked utterly exasperated—what was he supposed to do? Should he follow the boss or the lady? Gessens walked back and forth several times, then slammed his hands together. "It seems I have to step in personally. Last time I helped Qin Group through a crisis, I settled my personal debt—so why is he showing up now? Does he really intend to make a move on Apis? This matter truly requires my personal involvement!" He waved his hand at the bodyguard and said, "Take us there—let's go right away!" The bodyguard asked cautiously, "Should we bring in more people?" Gessens looked at him with disdain and replied, "No need—no matter how many more we bring, it will all be in vain."