While driving back to the office after dropping off the four women, Qin Feng headed toward the location provided by Isabella. He drove swiftly, frequently passing other vehicles. Suddenly, a Passat pulled up from behind and overtook him. I wiped my brow—In Pingluan City, I’ve always been the one who never gets passed. When someone overtakes me, that’s already a surprise. And when it’s a luxury sedan worth several million or even tens of millions, that’s acceptable. But now it’s just a Passat? What kind of justice is this? He floored the accelerator, and his already swift speed surged even further. A few seconds later, he passed the Passat back, and he felt a surge of satisfaction. But not long after, the Passat began signaling a left turn—clearly preparing to overtake. With so many drivers already well spaced out, it was only natural that two such determined individuals would emerge. The traffic officer at the intersection picked up his radio: "Two vehicles are speeding—one is a military Hummer, the other a black Passat—traveling southbound on XXX Road. The officer at the next intersection, please handle them promptly to prevent an accident!" Thus, the two vehicles passed each other repeatedly, neither willing to yield. Undeniably, the Passat driver has solid driving skills, managing to overtake Qin Dashi on several occasions—this already indicates the issue. Crucially, their destinations appear to be the same: whenever one goes straight, the other does too; whenever one turns, the other turns as well. The driver who had thought turning would free him from the pursuit found himself repeatedly disappointed. "Man, if it weren't for something important I have to attend to, I'd definitely pull you off the road and give you a good scolding—daring to race me like this? You're out of your mind!" Qin Dashi grumbled. On the other side, the Passat's windshield was covered with a deep-colored anti-burst film, making it impossible to see the driver's face clearly. But he’d noted down the other guy’s license plate number—definitely going to find trouble with him once he finished handling his current tasks. The Passat stopped at the entrance of a family-run inn, and Qin Feng turned into the alley on the right. After another turn, he pulled over and realized he had arrived at the back entrance of the inn. A figure appeared on the passenger seat—Isabella. "How's it going, Sasha?" he asked. The veteran officer said, "The inn has been taken over by someone—besides the landlord’s family, it’s just that group of mysterious people. They don’t talk to each other at all, as if they didn’t know one another. And among them, there are Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese individuals—nearly all of them have Asian features!" "What about the weapons setup?" he asked again. "Average, I’d say." "The veteran instructor spoke with condescension: 'Most people are equipped only with handguns; only two have rifles, and there are various explosives—many of which they've made themselves. Things like that, you're surely not impressed with!' Whether or not they're impressive isn't the point; Qin Feng wants to use these weapons to define the group's identities. According to the veteran instructor, however, the weapons are remarkably diverse—though most are military-standard, they include models from several different countries." "Who did the man who pretended to be a server talk to after he returned?" This was his third question. "Neither anyone in particular—he simply sent a facial expression via his phone, a stiff, composed one." Isabel replied. This indicates that these individuals still have connections outside the group; it's likely that this gathering is only a temporary hub, and such hubs probably exist in multiple locations. A commotion came from ahead, and the two of them stepped out of the car, leaping onto the wall to gaze toward the source of the argument. Ni Ma, it's her again! Liu Su was arguing with a middle-aged woman, raising her voice: "Why won't you rent me a room? I won't be short a single yuan on my room charges!" The middle-aged woman was indeed the owner of the inn, explaining, "Our place has already been fully booked—there's simply no room available for you. Why don't you check out elsewhere? There are quite a few family-style inns around here!" Liu Su insisted, "No way. I've always trusted your place. Should anything go wrong at another inn, you'll be responsible!" The owner sighed, "How could anything go wrong? Besides, even if something did happen, it wouldn't be my responsibility. Miss, it's not that I don't want to rent you a room—it's simply that our place is fully occupied. We have not a single vacant room!" "Liu Su said angrily, 'They must not be very good people. If there's no room available, this place should be bustling—yet it's so quiet. Surely they're not doing something shameful here, something they can't bear to be seen doing. I'd rather not find out—otherwise, I'll report you to the police!'" All along, not a single mysterious figure appeared, yet Qin Feng clearly sensed that at least ten pairs of eyes were fixed on her, and no fewer than ten guns were silently aimed at her. "Shasha, keep watching here. I'll go talk to the senior student. Hehe, don't worry—don't get jealous. I'm going to discuss something important with her." He said with a cheerful smile. The ever-young officer huffed, "What does it have to do with me? Am I going to get jealous? Never!" As she spoke, a subtle tanginess already filled the air—how could the vampire bloodline be any different? They still couldn't escape the women's inherent tendency to get jealous. Qin Feng drove off, suddenly darting out of the alley and abruptly braking, blocking the Passat's path. Ssssshhhh... Liu Su quickly pressed hard on the brakes—thankfully, she reacted swiftly. If it had been anyone else, they would have surely collided with the vehicle. "Huh, what do you want?" She stormed out of the car, shouting, "Are you trying to find fault with me? Didn't you just pass me several times on the road just now? Whether you're coming with paper or with fists, I'll handle you all the way!" She hadn't expected the girl to be such a fiery one. Qin, the young nobleman, calmly rolled down his window glass, removed the sunglasses he'd just put on, and smiled warmly. "Senior, why are you so upset? Who did it? Tell me—I'll go give them a beating!" The beautiful senior stared at him. "Qin Feng, it's you! The one who was tailgating me just now—wasn't it you? You're out of your mind! How can you ask who upset me when it's you yourself? Then go and beat yourself up!" "Beat myself up?" He gave a mischievous smile. "Senior, I'm not exactly skilled at handling such high-stakes situations. What was the scene you just played—wasn't it to scare off the real culprit?"