?Mobile reading Hubei-South, a coastal city. Eighty Electronics Book As the city lights rise, homes glow in harmony, illuminating the city with a special beauty. A broad river flows into the sea, its banks aglow with brilliant lights, forming a shimmering jade belt stretching across the land. High above, Qin Feng strides on his green steel sword, moving swiftly through the sky, heading toward the nearest fishing port. Previously, he arrived in this airspace via a small transport aircraft from the military district, using a "parachute" landing method—since it was night, he didn’t have to worry about being spotted while riding his sword. Soon, he identified a suspicious spot: the port was undergoing renovations, large ships could not dock, and hundreds of fishing vessels had gathered. Fishermen and crews were mixed in both on land and aboard ships. He descended steadily until his feet touched the ground. It was dinner time, and most of the fishing boats were brightly lit, their owners and crew enjoying the fresh seafood reserved all day, bustling and lively. Only a few boats remained dark and quiet, where Qin Feng focused his attention. He knew that before sending out any fishermen, the snake-heads always made landfall to entertain themselves, returning with all the supplies needed for the voyage. Lian Mingfei, however, was already on edge—he couldn’t stay at the hotel, nor could he join the crew for meals or night outings. The only place he felt secure was the very boat that would soon carry him out of peril. Alone on the boat, he was afraid to draw attention, so he never dared to turn on the lights. Qin Feng had thoroughly studied Lian Mingfei’s psychology. Indeed, the first several boats were empty, but by the penultimate one, he could clearly sense the steady breath of a person hidden within the darkness. This man's breathing was so slow it could be described as if he hadn't dared to take a single breath of air. In fact, as soon as he boarded the ship, Lin Mingfei had already paid the fare in full and insisted the vessel depart immediately. But the captain insisted on waiting until evening, arguing that only then would they avoid encountering the patrolling maritime patrol vessels. Lin Mingfei, accustomed to his subordinates' unrelenting deference, grew furious and loudly demanded that the captain set sail. The captain wasn't one to be underestimated—calmly, he tossed the freshly received payment onto the deck and said, "You want to go? Go ahead. Once you're on my ship, you'll listen to me. Otherwise, take your own meager funds and get out—choose whichever ship you'd like to board!" Lin Mingfei stood dumbfounded, suddenly realizing that now it was no longer his call. Whether or not they could escape depended entirely on this run-down vessel and these defiant crew members. With no choice, he quickly offered his best words and bowed low, picking up the money to rehand it to the captain. The boat captain was quite polite in inviting him to go ashore for dinner, but he politely declined. Since getting on board, he had been alone, tucked away in the cabin, his mind in a tangle of confusion. The more he felt that time was dragging, the slower it seemed to pass. In just a few hours, he felt as though he had been waiting for an entire century. Qin Feng remained silent, lying flat on the cabin deck, listening carefully to the sounds below. After spending so much time in darkness, it became a great strain for someone like Lian Mingfei, who had always lived a life of comfort. He couldn't help muttering softly, "Black Sir is simply unreliable—how could he have introduced me to such a run-down boat and such a disheveled crew? I swear, from this day forward, I'll never take another fishing boat, never take a boat again!" Qin Feng was certain that the man below was exactly the one he had been searching for. "You may well find yourself with no chance to board a boat again—not just no chance to take a boat, but no chance at all for any opportunity in life." "Qin Feng spoke loudly, his voice carrying clearly through the planks filled with gaps, surely heard by those below. With a loud thud, Lian Mingfei, seated on his chair, tumbled straight onto the deck. The very next moment, lights illuminated his cabin. When he looked up, he found two legs in front of him—rising up from those legs, he saw the face he most dreaded. Qin Feng stood above him, stepping down onto his shoulders, and said, "Lian Secretary, you've moved swiftly. We hadn't even completed the formal arrest procedures when you already fled, and all the way to a fishing boat at the harbor. If things go as planned, you'll vanish completely within a few hours!" Lian Mingfei felt the pain on his shoulders and shouted, "Young Qin, why do you always keep pushing me? It's Gong Zihao who's been causing trouble— you've already killed him. Why won't you let me go?" "Lian," Qin Feng replied, "you truly have a way of shifting all the blame onto the dead." Qi Da-shao increased the pressure on his feet while saying, "Without you supporting me from behind, would Go Zi-hao have the courage to do this?" His shoulders ached so badly that he felt utterly helpless, once again deeply realizing the meaning of having to bow down when under someone's roof—he pleaded, "I'm sorry. Give me a chance. I'll pay you one million. How about that?" "One million? Hahahaha!" Qin Feng laughed heartily. "One million is all it takes to buy me off—do you think I'm not worth it, or that you're not?" Lian Ming-fei quickly changed his offer: "Three million, five million... eight million. As long as you let me go, I'll give you eight million. That's a huge sum—enough to last a lifetime!" "Qin Feng laughed coldly, "Eight million? That's quite a sum. Have you forgotten that I'm the chairman of the Qin Group? To me, that's nothing—just a drop in the bucket. Li, you're truly a miser. The amount Gong Zihao has already invested to clean your name alone exceeds twenty million. Add to that the assets transferred through third parties over the years, and conservatively, we're looking at over fifty million. Yet you're willing to spend only eight million to buy your own life—how remarkably shrewd you are! If it were any ordinary person, to survive, they'd surely pour out all their money. But Li Mingfei isn't like that. He's thinking of giving you everything. Even if I survive, what will I eat or spend on? The cost of living abroad is staggering. Without a few tens of millions in my pocket, how could I possibly feel secure?" Even if you manage to bring me back, since all that money is overseas, as long as I don't talk, no one will ever get it. At worst, I'll serve fifteen to twenty years in prison—just as long as you're willing to pay. Then, whether it's early release or outpatient medical treatment, it'll all be up to me. "So what do you want now? What do you want from me to let me go?" His tone suddenly grew firm. Qin Feng lifted his foot and then stomped down firmly, saying, "Even if you hand me all your money, I won't find it worth anything. I'll be honest—since I've got you in my hands, you're through. Before Go Zihao passed away, I promised you that you'd accompany him in hell. I can't break my word now!"