?"Mobile reading" Upon hearing Liu Su's explanation, the Master grew even more furious: "What? Killed by one of our own? How can you possibly manage such affairs!" Liu Su immediately replied: "Master, this operation was entirely under Qin Yu's responsibility. I had no involvement in it, and his death has absolutely nothing to do with me!" Of course, the Master wouldn't let go of this simple explanation and simply sideline her, shouting: "Didn't your personnel all come under Qin Yu's command? Haven't your snipers always been assigned to him? How could you possibly be completely unrelated?" Liu Su responded straightforwardly: "It's true that I assigned those snipers. However, they were just recently transferred to me from the Central Monastery—only no more than ten days ago. Since I believed the individuals sent from the Central Monastery were all top-tier talents, I entrusted them entirely to Qin Yu's leadership!" "The Master remained silent. She had intended to reprimand or punish Liu Su a little—after all, her favorite partner-in-charge had passed away, and she naturally wanted to vent her frustration somewhere. Now, however, her very favorite partner-in-charge had died at the hands of people she had just transferred to this post, with absolutely no connection to Liu Su at all. Fuming, she said, "Those snipers have truly gone too far! You must immediately send people to kill them all!" Liu Su expressed his difficulty: "Master, this might not be the best course of action. First, I am currently in need of personnel; second, eliminating colleagues like this might inspire feelings of sympathy and regret among others, which could undermine my leadership over the new group; and third, they weren't acting intentionally. Perhaps it would be better to give them a chance to make amends—what do you think?" "The Master sighed irritably, "You've already made your case. What else can I do? Then I'll spare their lives—provided they eliminate Qin Feng within a week to atone for their mistakes. Otherwise, they're still dead!" Liu Su thought: a week? You're being too generous with them. Isn't that just as good as sending them to death? She tentatively suggested, "Master, we've known Qin Feng for so long now. We haven't gained a single advantage, and we've expended considerable resources and personnel. Shouldn't we consider a different approach?" The Master replied without hesitation, "Qin Feng must die. I don't care how you achieve it—as long as the result is achieved!" Liu Su thought: Better not say anything more—otherwise, the Master will be even more furious. Indeed, six sharpshooters posed a significant challenge. If the Master's orders were truly passed on to them, these men—driven solely by the need to survive—might do almost anything. Qin Feng's safety would naturally be secure; the only real concern would be if they turned their attention to the young women around him. Should any serious casualties occur, given Qin Feng's temperament, he would certainly make things turbulent enough to disrupt the peace of the entire household. She believed it would be better to keep these six quietly in the background, hoping that by the time the Master's temper had cooled down after a week, she might have completely forgotten about them. She knew the Master best of all—this elderly woman, besides being deeply invested in the affairs of the monastery, was most preoccupied with constantly seeking new companions. As soon as someone could take Qin Yu's place, she would forget him entirely. "Senior, you're getting more beautiful by the day," he said with a cheerful smile. The two of them reached the flower bed with a natural默契. Qin Feng put aside his earlier smirk and spoke seriously, "Thank you for the reminder, otherwise Qin Yu would definitely have me in a fix. By the way, Senior, how did my 'using someone else as a weapon' strategy work?" Liu Su replied with a scolding tone, "You tell me— you used my blade to kill him, and you stayed completely out of the way, while I'm the one who's been left with all the trouble!" "Really?" Qin, the young noble, pretended to be completely harmless, saying, "I didn't mean to do it on purpose. Senior, you have to believe me— you helped me, so how could I possibly harm you?" The beautiful senior gave him a graceful, withering look and huffed, "You've got absolutely no sincerity! Fortunately, I've managed to stay safe. Otherwise, I'll definitely hold you accountable!" He immediately regained his previous flippant smile, "I knew you'd find a way. There's one more thing—I need you to give me a definite answer!" " "He asked solemnly, 'Is it your idea, or is it the Abbot's intention, to reach an agreement?' Liu Su spoke honestly, 'It's my idea. To this day, the Abbot still sees you as an enemy. Of course, whether she might change her mind in the future remains to be seen.' 'I understand,' he replied. 'That means, going forward, the conflicts between us will only remain superficial—there will be no real disagreements, is that correct?' He sought further confirmation. Liu Su smiled gently and nodded, 'I agree.' Qin Feng thought to himself that having more friends than enemies was always better, especially one who was originally part of the enemy camp—just a little information shared with him could go a long way in easing tensions. Once agreement was reached, Liu Su, her eyes sparkling with charm, said with a graceful demeanor, 'Xue-di, isn't it time you withdrew your surveillance on me now?'" "Of course! Not only this request—even if my senior asked me to go with you to a hotel room right now, I’d never flinch." He said with absolute conviction. "Ugh, always being dramatic!" The two of them acted just like a couple in the early stages of romance, their playful banter and teasing exchanges quickly sparking several different versions among the gossiping women and men. Qin Feng didn’t care what they said. He was clear and clean—he didn’t need to explain himself to these people who couldn’t even reach the grapes. Since he's always present when other girls have birthday parties, it would be a bit inappropriate to miss this one. Anyway, the city will be calm for a while, so he might as well go celebrate for the young lady. He made a few arrangements for his local matters and then set off on his flying sword. Though the flying sword is slower than an airplane, it's about three times faster than a car, and the journey from the Plain City to the Capital takes less than four hours. At some location near the outskirts of Beijing, he switched to a rather eye-catching military Hummer. But he immediately regretted it. Man, isn't it a bit of a hassle? Just as he entered the Dong Erh Ring Road, traffic congestion made it impossible to move forward. The road ahead was already jammed with several kilometers of vehicles. If only he had known this, he'd have flown straight to near the Beijin Film Studio, found a quiet spot, and then pulled out the car there.