The blonde baron smiled and hummed, "I knew you'd ask this. If I don't answer, I die. If I do answer, I still die!" "Wrong. Only by answering can you survive," Qin said calmly. "Wrong. Perhaps you won't kill me, but I'll certainly never make it." He looked up at the sky and said, "My organization won't forgive me, nor will they forgive my family. Then things will get much worse!" Qin Feng chuckled coldly, "Do you think that as long as you don't speak, they'll remain safe? Your subordinates call you 'Baron.' As far as I know, there's a military contractor in Europe called the Red Kill Mercenaries. Depending on their rank, they're divided into five levels—duke, marquis, count, viscount, and baron. Aren't you part of that organization?" The blonde baron was momentarily stunned, then smiled, "If you already know all this, then why are you asking me?" "Just to confirm, after all, this organization operates globally and, being well-known, will surely attract many imitators," he said. The blonde man shook his head: "Those who dare to imitate or impersonate us have already been eliminated. I didn't answer your question earlier, but I'm willing to share another piece of intelligence in exchange!" Qin, the young man, smiled: "Great, go on!" He said: "My orders are to eliminate Aisaka at all costs, with a mission rating of double-S. That means even if I fail, the task will be passed on to others until it's finally accomplished!" Ni ma—worries that had been most deeply feared have indeed come true. While Aisaka's identity would typically qualify as a S-level mission, the other side has classified it as double-S, indicating a special level of recognition and importance. As a born killer, he fully understood how seriously an organization took SS-level assignments, since top-tier SSS missions were rare, and SS missions had become a priority for every organization. The blonde man continued, "This mission's reward is two million euros. Even if we can't complete it ourselves, such a high price will attract many brave individuals willing to risk their lives." Indeed, this was very serious—people often say, "It's not enough to fear theft; what worries you is that the thief is always watching." Unless Apolline stays hidden in one place every day, she could face danger at any moment. Who could guarantee that she would always successfully navigate each challenge? After all, SS-level missions typically have no time limits. Just as he was about to ask a few questions, he suddenly noticed black blood seeping from the blonde man's lips. "For heaven's sake," he exclaimed, "I've even had you wear a mouth guard. How did you manage to ingest the poison?" The blonde man sneered, "What's a brace to me? My poison isn't hidden in my teeth—it's in my mouth. Don't you often say in your culture that 'the higher the law, the stronger the magic'? I can only ensure the safety of my family by sacrificing myself..." As he spoke, he tilted his head back and expired. "Man, I've only been out of the killer game for a few days, and already I'm falling behind. Even the mercenaries understand the principle—'the higher the law, the stronger the magic.' The Chinese civilization still has the potential to influence the world once again!" As for clearing up the scene, that was naturally entrusted to Shu, the policewoman, and He, the leader—after all, they're always idle, and it's only fair to give them something to do. Half an hour later, he appeared before the beautiful senior, Liu Su. "What? All my people are dead?" Liu Su's eyes widened in disbelief. "You managed to take out Xu, didn't you? Why did you have to eliminate everyone else? They're all my people!" "Qin Dashi shrugged and said, 'Besides Xu Yougao, everyone else was killed by the mysterious organization—there's absolutely no connection between me and them. I merely triggered their conflict. What I didn't expect was that your people were so inadequate; just a few minutes after the fighting started, they were already scattered and wounded!' Liu Su was so stunned he nearly fainted, and said with irritation, 'Have you found out which organization it is? How can they possess such formidable combat strength?' 'Hehe,' Qin Dashi chuckled with a mischievous smile, 'They're the Chishā Guild. So, your people dying at their hands isn't really unfair—since they're simply not on the same level. By the way, you should thank me, because it was I who eliminated the opposing guild, avenging your people!' The beautiful senior girl glared at him and said, 'You watched them nearly perish before you even moved to attack the Chishā Guild. How can that count as avenging them? What makes me owe you gratitude? Stop trying to impress yourself!' "No thanks, no thanks—after all, I've already planned this for a long time. I do good deeds without seeking recognition, nor do I expect gratitude. The beautiful senior student felt much more at ease. Indeed, the Red Killers' Guild was a tough opponent—her own team would likely not be able to hold their own. It seemed clear that she'd need to intensify her training efforts for them, or else she'd keep falling behind when facing such strong adversaries. At that moment, her phone rang. She picked it up, startled, and asked, "Qin Feng, are you absolutely certain Xu Yougao has passed away?" "Of course," he replied seriously, "I handled it myself—there's no room for error." "But why his number?" Her expression had changed noticeably. Qin Feng thought for a moment and said, "Just pick up the phone and you'll find out—I believe someone is deliberately creating confusion!" Liu Su nodded, then gently tapped her finger, placing the phone to her ear. "Hello, Elder Xu, how's the mission going?... What? You say you're someone? Please repeat that." Her expression grew more serious. The other person identified himself as the son of Xu Yougao. Before departing on his mission, Xu Yougao had not only left her his phone but also a crucial set of documents. "Master Doorkeeper," she said, knowing that what followed might be somewhat disrespectful, "but I must say it anyway." The person spoke in a steady tone: "Just now, I received a message that my father has passed away. He had told me that, should this mission fail, I was to reveal certain evidence!" Liu Su frowned and asked, "What evidence?" "Of course, evidence directly related to Master Liu," the person said, his tone cold. "My father suspected this mission was a trap, orchestrated by you and Qin Feng. He had anticipated that he wouldn't make it back alive—and indeed, that has come true. The evidence I currently hold could utterly destroy Master Liu. Do you believe that?" Liu Su took a deep breath and asked, "Then what exactly do you want? Please state your demands." "He smiled and said, 'My condition is that my father survives. Can you help me achieve that?' 'Please be more specific—does it still matter now that you're saying this?' Liu Su replied. 'Come to the abandoned mechanical plant in the southern suburb half an hour from now,' he said. 'Go alone. If you meet my conditions, my father's death will be erased. If not, the evidence will be presented to the Master. You'll know what happens to you.'"