While driving, Qin Feng found himself chuckling as he recalled Wei Qingshan’s earlier words. If he had told Ms. He Muqing exactly what the old man had said, she would surely have exclaimed that he wasn’t her biological son. The checks were rigorous when they arrived, and equally strict when they departed. Not far after passing the first checkpoint, a flash of light appeared on the hill ahead—reflections from the scope. Qin Feng didn’t pay much attention at first, as such occurrences had happened several times already during the journey. Crack! “Damn it!” With that exclamation, a bullet struck the front windshield precisely, leaving a dent the size of a clenched fist. Fortunately, the glass had been specially treated, and judging from the impact point, the bullet had been aimed directly at him. Typical. Really fired at him. Are you even looking or just breathing out? If there's still any excuse within the alert zone, I'd have already exited it by now... Wait, that doesn't make sense. Even within the alert zone, the sniper is absolutely required to receive explicit orders before firing—there must be something wrong. Pop! The second bullet strikes the windscreen, leaving another round-sized white spot. It's clearly not one of the security-specialized troops, but a professional killer. In a flash of thought, he vanishes with the vehicle, reappearing the next moment inside Xiao Ding, then jumps down and immediately departs from Xiao Ding. At a nearby vantage point, the sniper removes his scope, thinking he's simply blurring his vision—how could such a large vehicle simply disappear? He focuses closely and finds the vehicle indeed gone. He quickly takes out his laser rangefinder and scans the area, judging that the vehicle must have turned into the roadside ditch. Yet, after scanning thoroughly, he finds no trace of the vehicle—no tire marks, no sign at all. "Strange, where are the people?" the sniper murmured to himself. Qin, the young man on foot, had already reached his head, gazing down from above. There, a middle-aged man of East Asian descent stood—by appearance and complexion, quite like someone from the Yuehong Kingdom. The sniper wore dark camouflage clothing, a fisherman's hat on his head, and carried a U.S.-made M40A3 sniper rifle, scanning the surroundings with his binoculars. You NND, you actually fired at me—like you're losing your patience! The flying sword spun past and plunged straight into the man's shoulder, firmly pinning him to the ground. The sniper was carefully searching for his target when suddenly he felt a coolness on his shoulder. Glancing over with his peripheral vision, he was startled to see his right shoulder pierced by a sword, leaving only the hilt embedded in the flesh. Nearly three feet long, two-thirds of the blade had driven deep into the ground, rendering him immobile. He instinctively reached out with his left hand to grasp the sniper rifle, when a flash of golden light shot forth, severing his four fingers at the roots with the dagger. "Ah..." he cried out in pain, the agony radiating from his hands and compounded by the pain in his shoulder, distorting his already unattractive face. Qin Feng leaped down from the air, lifting his chin with his foot and asked, "Who sent you?" The middle-aged man chattered in a foreign language for a while, though even with his extensive experience in multiple languages, Qin, the young man, couldn't make sense of it. "Come on, speak Chinese!" he stomped down hard on the man's head, pressing firmly while saying, "Since you're carrying out duties in the Chinese nation, I don't believe you wouldn't know how to speak Chinese. If you want to die, keep talking in that foreign tongue!" The sniper, enduring the pain, spoke in standard Chinese: "I am a member of the Southeast Assassin Organization. My superior has assigned me to kill you. As for the ultimate authority behind this mission, I am merely an executor and have no knowledge of them." "Who have you contacted "Qin Dashi asked again. "Our organization maintains personnel across various Asian countries, who carry out orders from the top leadership and never come into contact with the clients." The sniper spoke honestly. "With that, I can't gather any useful intelligence from you. Then what's the point of keeping you around?" He lifted his foot once more and firmly stomped it against the back of the sniper's neck. A crisp cracking sound followed, and the man's cervical vertebrae snapped; his head tilted sideways as he expired. Next, he dialed Wei Qingtian: "Grandfather, I've been ambushed by a sniper outside— he's now dead at my hands. Please send a few people over to collect the body. After all, a corpse can't just lie exposed in the wilderness, can it? Heh!" The elder sighed irritably: "You always find ways to create trouble for me. Just go— and don't bother me again unless you're bringing me something!" How practical this old man is! You thought I wanted to hassle you— who'd have thought the trouble found me first. He was basically certain in his heart that this matter was absolutely tied to Yang family—since in the capital, Qin’s younger brother had only one enemy, and if it weren’t Yang, he simply couldn’t imagine anyone else daring to take such action. Mr. Wei, you said Yang Xingde would surely give you his face, didn’t he? Yet, right after, he gave you a solid slap. Fortunately, I didn’t take the reconciliation too seriously; otherwise, we’d have suffered even greater losses. At Yang’s house, Yang Jiajun has been brought back from the hospital. To ensure his quick recovery, Yang Xingde has specially hired three nurses to provide 24-hour care, and one orthopedic doctor who checks on Yang Jiajun twice daily—morning and evening. The nurse carefully closed the door and said to him, “Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang has already gone to bed.” “Good. Go rest now, please. I’ll call you if there’s anything.” Yang Xingde replied. The nurse had just left when Chen Kai, my brother-in-law, arrived and walked up to him, speaking softly, "Brother-in-law, they've just received word that the assassins sent out have died—likely without completing their mission." "What do you mean, likely without completing their mission?" Yang Xingde frowned. Chen Kai explained, "If the assassins have died, unless they sacrificed themselves along with the target, how could they have completed their mission? To this day, they still haven't learned whether Qin Feng is alive or dead. But based on experience, the odds of Qin Feng surviving are very high." Yang Xingde grew displeased, "What kind of people have you been looking for? How unreliable are they? They've been hiding in the shadows, firing cold shots, yet they couldn't even bring down Qin Feng—now you're claiming they're top assassins from Southeast Asia?" Chen Kai wiped his brow and said, "Uncle, the ones they sent are the best assassins—using U.S.-made sniper rifles. They couldn't kill Qin Feng. I think there are two reasons. First, Qin has good luck, and second, he's simply too skilled. Think about it—he's a Defense Ministry official, a major officer, so he's no ordinary person!" Yang Xingde stared at him and said, "You're just boosting others' prestige while diminishing your own. All things considered, isn't it still your fault that the person you chose is too timid? I don't care what you do—I only want Qin Feng dead!" Chen Kai sighed, nodded, and said, "I'll go arrange it again right away. This time, I'll make sure he lies dead on the street."