On a flight to Europe, first class. The e-book, Yashiro, pouts slightly, her seat empty. Qin Feng had left at the moment the plane took off. This relieved the bodyguards around her—should that man really follow, it would be difficult to explain to the boss. Suddenly, the large screen displaying the movie switched to news. A well-groomed female anchor began speaking: "Twenty minutes ago, a flight departing from Plain City, China, en route to Europe, crashed. According to communication between the captain and ground control prior to the crash, an explosion occurred onboard. The Chinese police have preliminarily classified the incident as a terrorist event. This flight was operated by Korea Air, under the banner of Hanbang." Everyone stared in disbelief—the plane that had just taken off, wasn't it the very one they had boarded earlier? They all exclaimed in relief, grateful to have made the connection, otherwise they would surely have perished. Yashe said, "Now you must understand why Mr. Qin made us transfer twice—his suspicion was that there was a problem with this plane. He had lured our enemies onto the other flight. After a thorough inspection, we returned here safely, thus avoiding a potential in-flight crisis!" The lead bodyguard wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and said, "Thank goodness, thank you, Mr. Qin. I'd like to apologize to him for how I treated him earlier, Miss. Please convey my sincere thanks to him!" The young lady raised her chin and said, "You should speak to him face to face. Mr. Qin also mentioned that the target of the assassination was the Red Kill Mercenaries, and he requested that we strengthen our security measures to prevent them from taking advantage of any vulnerabilities." He nodded and said, "Understood. I'll begin arranging immediately. After the plane lands, we'll take a car right away and make no stop at the airport!" "Yi Shi said, 'Mr. Qin also said exactly the same thing. After returning to Europe, I'll stay at home and not leave until you've eliminated all the members of the Red Kill Mercenaries!' The bodyguards thought to themselves: as long as you remain at home and calm, our job will definitely go smoother. ... After reading the news, Qin Feng smiled and murmured to himself, 'The Red Kill Mercenaries—your days are numbered. Why did you choose to target anyone so prominent? Why not someone else? The world's richest man, after all, is never short of funds. Simply issue a reward or a call for a legendary pursuit, and you'll have plenty to deal with!' Upon verification, the Red Kill Mercenaries' strength was only average within the mercenary world, barely considered first-rate. Their capability in executing assassination missions, however, was only solidly third-tier. They were certainly experienced in helping to overthrow governments in Africa—handling political upheavals or instigating terror events came easily to them. But when compared to the standards of assassination, whether it's Death Island or Blood Shadow, they fell far short, significantly outclassed." It must be that in recent times, countries around the world have placed greater emphasis on counter-terrorism, leaving them with fewer tasks to handle—so they've been forced to take risks. After all, being a killer isn't something anyone can easily do. Precisely because of this, he felt confident enough to send Yashie back to Europe and decided not to get involved in the matter. While Gossen's financial resources may not be sufficient to completely wipe out the killers, he certainly has the capability to seriously weaken them. Miao Su put in considerable effort to ensure Yashie's safe departure and intends to give her a sports car as a gift. The elegant senior sister readily accepted, but suggested he keep the car for a while, as the Master's office would certainly remain vigilant following the recent deaths of Xu Yougao and his father—such a prominent gift would inevitably draw attention. On the way to Pingda, he received a phone call from Fang Fang, asking him to return home. It seems to be office hours. How could the beautiful assistant have left without a word, just heading home? She didn’t even mention what was going on over the phone—he sensed it must be serious, so he quickly turned around and headed back. As soon as he stepped inside the house, the atmosphere in the living room felt odd. On the sofa, besides Fang Fang, there was also her niece, Fang Fei, who was低头坐着, looking as if she had made a mistake, while Fang Fang’s delicate features carried a cold expression. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Why are you asking her?” the assistant said, sounding furious. Qin, the young heir, felt a sudden jolt in his chest—was it possible that she had found out about his secret romance with his niece? That didn’t make sense. He hadn’t mentioned it himself, nor had his niece, Fang Fei, spoken up. How could Fang Fang possibly know? He looked at his niece with a questioning gaze, wondering if she had indeed brought it up. After all, hadn’t it been her who had requested temporary confidentiality last time? How ungrateful she must be. His younger sister-in-law glanced at him secretly, then immediately lowered her head and whispered, "Brother-in-law... brother-in-law, I had a fight with someone!" Qin, the young nobleman, exhaled in relief—fighting, he thought, wasn't such a big deal after all. He said casually, "It's just a fight, nothing serious. Did you get hurt? I'm telling you, whenever you fight, you must never come out worse off... cough, of course, fighting isn't always the right thing to do!" The change in his attitude came because his beautiful assistant was glaring at him with a look that could literally devour him. Qin gestured toward his sister-in-law while maintaining a stern, instructive expression, "Now, tell me—this time, who did you fight?" Fang Fang was taken aback, "Again? What do you mean again?" Qin quickly added, "Just a slip of the tongue—no real meaning at all, truly!" Both of them felt a surge of nervousness. The incident where he had knocked out the chubby man last time was known only to them and Huang Xiaozi and Wang Yujia—the two close friends who would The younger sister lowered her head and said, "Brother, I fought the teacher!" "Who?" Qin Feng blinked, eyes wide. "You fought the teacher? That's ridiculous! Why would you fight the teacher?" The young girl pouted, huffed, and said, "She mocked me in class, saying I was taking advantage of my position. So I stood up to argue with her. Instead of apologizing, she only made things worse. That's when I—” "Tell me the truth," Fang Fang insisted. Qin, the younger brother, looked completely puzzled and asked, "So what exactly happened?" Fang Fang said with growing frustration, "The teacher made some remarks about others, but never named anyone specifically." She looked straight into the younger sister's eyes and asked, "Is that right?" The young girl lifted her chin and said, "Yes, so what? She didn't name anyone, but everyone in the class knew she was talking about me. If I didn't speak up for myself, wouldn't that be a big loss?" "And yet, you ended up physically fighting her?" "Qin Dashi smiled warmly and said, 'As the saying goes, a gentleman speaks but doesn't act physically, and a lady should even avoid physical contact!' 'Uncle, you have no idea how harsh she was!' Xiao Niu raised her voice an octave, saying, 'She not only mocked me but also belittled my sister, saying she's clinging to a wealthy second-generation son, and even went on to say...' 'Enough!' Fang Fang's face turned very stern. Qin Feng understood—his sister-in-law had fought because she wanted to uphold the dignity of both her sister and her husband. He pretended to scold, saying, 'Look how upset your sister is! Come on, let's go—today I'll give you a political lesson from your brother-in-law.'