?Mobile reading Qin Feng moved his wrist, and Qin Yu felt a coolness on his neck—believing his trachea must have been severed, he was utterly defeated. However, after a long while, he didn’t experience any shortness of breath or splashing of blood. Confused, he reached up and found his neck intact. Qin Feng had already vanished. He felt a natural sense of relief and proudly declared, “He spared me—hahahaha! Qin Feng, you’ve saved me this time, but I won’t let you off easy. Next time, I’ll take your life. And not only that—I’ll make you pay for every woman you’ve ever loved!” At a distance, several snipers simultaneously aimed at “Qin Feng,” pulled the triggers, and their bullets roared forward. Several bullets pierced both his head and chest—“Qin Feng” collapsed instantly. The snipers were thrilled, as Qin Yu had repeatedly stated that whoever managed to kill Qin Feng would be rewarded with a prize of several million yuan—though it was shared among the team, everyone believed the reward would be substantial. They quickly drew their rifles and surged out of their positions, rushing toward where the body had fallen. A minute later, several of them exchanged puzzled glances. Though this was precisely where the body had been found, there was not a single strand of hair or trace of anything on the ground. Someone soon spotted a figure lying in the grass several dozen meters away. They hurried over and confirmed it was indeed a corpse—yet the clothing on the body seemed different from that of the one struck by the bullet, Qin Feng. It looked familiar, somehow. They couldn't help but murmur among themselves. One brave sniper turned the body over, and all of them stared in astonishment. Who is Qin Feng? It's clearly Qin Yu—two shots through his chest, three through his head, and one ear completely gone, leaving a deep gash of blood. "Impossible! I was aiming straight at Qin Feng," one marksman exclaimed. "Me too—I was targeting Qin Feng. Yet the man who fell is Qin Yu. Clearly, we didn't kill him. He must have been killed by Qin Feng," said another. The third person shook his head with a wry smile: "Guys, he *was* killed by us. We had six of us, and there are exactly six bullet wounds on him—clearly from a sniper rifle." "What now?" The group's legs began to tremble. "We have to tell the truth. If we lie, we might escape detection for now, but whether it's the Master of the Gate or the Master of the Sect—both are sharp minds—and they'll eventually catch on. "He continued analyzing, saying, 'Once the facts come to light, we'll be buried with no dignity. If we don't speak the truth, we might just survive!' One of them agreed, 'Yes, deceiving superiors is a cardinal sin. Once we meet Master Liu, we'll tell the truth. We six can't all have mistaken the target—there must be a reason!' After discussing among themselves, they turned and departed. Ping Da, the girls' dormitory. In a room on the third floor, a figure drifts down from the window, landing softly with no sound at all. "Come out now," Liu Su said, her tone displeased. "What on earth is going on? We're supposed to meet you at this hour—don't you realize how easily this could expose me?" Six snipers stepped out from behind the flowerbed, their heads bowed, their expressions subdued, recounting what had happened. "You're all useless! How could you have killed Qin Yu? What are we going to tell the Master?" she snapped. On the surface, she appeared furious, but inside, she was genuinely delighted—Qin Feng had indeed done his part, not personally killing Qin Yu, thus avoiding a further escalation of conflict with the Master. The leading sniper frowned and said, "We truly have no idea what's going on. We were clearly aiming at Qin Feng, yet the shots ended up hitting Qin Yu several meters away. It's simply strange. If you say one of us mistook Qin Yu for Qin Feng due to blurred vision, that would be understandable. But we six couldn't possibly all have missed our targets, and our sniper positions are spread far apart!" Liu Su thought to herself: this must be Qin Feng's ruse—she's simply fooled us. "I understand. You all return to your quarters and wait here. I'll personally report the details to the Master." She spoke with a composed demeanor. "Could Ml. Liu kindly advocate for us? We truly have no intention of harming Qin Yu!" "Understood. You all return and wait for further news. I'll do my best to minimize your responsibilities." Liu Su said with a touch of warmth. "Thank you, Ml. Liu." The group bowed to her and then turned to leave. She took two strides, planted both feet firmly on the ground, leapt high into the air, and with one foot landing on the window ledge of the second floor, continued rising until she soared through the very window she had just entered. At a distance, Isabella murmured, "Remarkable agility. I never expected a delicate, gentle girl to possess such skill. Indeed, the Chinese nation is truly brimming with talent—far from to be underestimated!" Upon returning to her dormitory, Liu Su first lit a slender item resembling a cigarette, allowing a gentle white mist to fill the room. After a series of intricate procedures, the screen of her tablet displayed the pattern of a speaker. Just as she was about to speak, she realized a serious issue: Qin Yu had been killed not by Qin Feng, but by her own subordinate. Qin Feng could thus remain unscathed, while she herself would have to take the blame for this incident. She chuckled, feeling truly at a loss—what a turn of events! If only she had known earlier, she would have kept Qin Feng in the dark, fearing he might get entangled in trouble. Instead, it was she who had inadvertently created the very trouble. Not only were the roommates sound asleep, but even when thunder rolled in, they didn’t wake up. "Su, it’s so late—what’s going on?" The abbot’s voice carried a hint of weariness, clearly having just woken up. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Abbot, I have some unfortunate news to share with you—Qin Yu has passed away!" "What?" The abbot raised her voice dramatically, nearly shouting, "How? Was it Qin Feng who killed him? Qin Feng! I’ve been at odds with you ever since!" Liu Su explained, "No—he wasn’t killed by Qin Feng. He was actually shot by one of our own snipers. This happened just thirty minutes ago."