While reading on his phone, Qin Feng recalled the scene he had encountered recently in Europe while battling mutated humanoid creatures. Before defeating the Blood Saint, he had fought a man named Chris—a high-level mutated humanoid whose wounds healed at an astonishing pace, the healing process releasing a transparent fluid similar to what he was now observing. When He Muqing noticed him frowning, she asked, "Have you found any leads?" Qin, the young man, nodded, then shook his head. "Exactly what do you mean—have we found something or not? Don't hold back; we're not strangers here." The leader expressed growing concern. Standing up, he dipped his gloved fingers into the fluid and said, "I've seen this before, but it shouldn't have appeared at all!" Recognizing the seriousness of the situation, the leader pulled him to a quiet corner and whispered, "What exactly is going on?" "Qin Dashi replied, 'It's not at all surprising that such a situation occurs among mutated beast-people. But these people are clearly the victims—why are they experiencing the same thing?' 'Mutated beast-people? You're kidding, right?' Leader He narrowed her eyes. 'Didn't you just wipe out all of them? During the last European mission, didn't you? My grandfather even submitted a promotion report for you—supposedly it will be finalized within the next few days!' As she spoke, a tone of envy and resentment subtly emerged. Whenever she thought about this matter, she felt particularly frustrated. Though she held the position of a leader, her team members' ranks were surpassing hers. When Qin Feng eventually reaches colonel rank, she'll be left in a rather pitiful position as a major, still stuck at her current level. How will she lead him then? Most importantly, she wasn't sure when her own major rank would finally be promoted. Perhaps, when she finally manages to climb the ranks, Qin Feng will already have reached brigadier general—or even major general." With this young man's capabilities, completing a few tasks that others can't manage is merely a matter of course, combined with Elder Wei's strong favor toward him—promoting him to major general or lieutenant general would be a breeze. "I'm certain we've completely dismantled the Blood Shadow Organization," Qin said. "Their highest leader, the Blood Saint, was personally slain by me." "I swear, I haven't lied about this!" He met He Ling's eyes and continued: "Moreover, this phenomenon occurs specifically among the mutated humanoid beasts. You've seen people die at their hands, haven't you—without exhibiting the very symptoms we're witnessing now, haven't you?" He Ling, growing increasingly impatient, replied, "Just get to the point! Be direct and clear—don't keep me going on tangents!" Qin Dashi glanced at her coldly and huffed, "I believe these bodily fluids have transformed from the victim's blood. The killer's claws must have carried some substance—though I can't yet determine whether it's a toxin or something else. This substance not only causes rapid death but also alters the victim's blood. I think you should push for it—urge the relevant departments to deliver the lab results right away!" Once the lab results are available, everything will become clear. He nodded, pulled out his phone, and was about to make a call when a phone call came in first. She answered, "Hello, this is He Muqing from the Special Operations Team. What is it? You can't even identify the substance? What are you doing? Don't you claim to have the most advanced lab equipment in all of China? How is it possible that you can't figure out what it is?" "After yelling at the person on the phone, the leader hung up and said to Qin Feng, 'They simply can't reach a conclusion. They even claim this thing might not exist on Earth at all—how serious is that? Are they talking about something made by extraterrestrials?' Qin, the young executive, chuckled and replied, 'That's very likely. Maybe it's actually a visitation from space. I was just kidding, leader. What should we do next?' The leader said with a huff, 'Let's just go with a simple cold dish. We'll split into two groups—you and I will head to the lab, while Manman takes the deceased bodies to the medical examiner for an official evaluation. Ideally, we'll have a full autopsy to check if there's any change in the organs.' 'Alright, let's go right away,' Qin suggested. 'It's a perfect opportunity to pick up breakfast on the way—after all, people are iron, but meals are steel.' 'You're not eating at all, aren't you?' the leader raised an eyebrow. "You didn't just say I could still eat while sitting among the corpses, rivers of blood flowing, right? Well, I'm going to show you right now," Qin, the young magnate, said with a cheerful smile. "Go to hell. No food allowed on the way—business comes first," the leader said firmly. "Why not? You can't possibly expect me to starve, can you?" Qin began to argue, citing the principle that if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass. "Fine, it's settled—no food, because I haven't eaten either. The point is, I simply can't manage to eat," the leader said, her eyes blazing. Honestly, if I don't eat, I won't eat. I'm giving you the chance to let the official burn the palace, but never let the common people light their lamps. Of course, Qin Dashi is someone who never settles for less—he always finds ways to make up for things elsewhere, such as… Leader He sat quite unceremoniously on his Hummer military vehicle, claiming it was a chance for her to drive a beautiful woman, but in reality, she was drawn to the vehicle’s performance. Though she already owned a powerful sports car, she had simply decided not to drive it just now, since she was still on duty and wanted to remain composed. The car moved smoothly along the road, and Qin Feng—usually a talkative man—was unusually quiet today. “Hey, what are you thinking about?” Leader He asked, unable to hold back. He shook his head and said, “I feel like I’m almost grasping the key point, but I still can’t quite figure out what it is. This process of waiting for inspiration to strike is simply quite uncomfortable.” He Muqing chuckled, “Don’t pressure yourself too much. Inspiration always appears when you’re most relaxed. The more deliberately you try to do something, the more you end up falling short.” "Alright, I'm done waiting—I'll just let it happen on its own." He shook his hair and pressed down on the accelerator to increase speed. "Hey, slow down a bit, you're going too fast," He-Ling reminded him. "Don't worry," he said with a cheerful smile, "I've already made arrangements with the traffic officers under your name. Our vehicle is on special duty—speeding is completely normal, and they won't fine us!" She blinked, eyes wide open. "Even that? Qin Feng, you must have provided your license plate information to the traffic officers for more than just this one car, right?" Of course—every car in the family routinely speeds without any fines. Quite the 'wah-wah' experience. Soon, they arrived at their destination. After parking, Qin the Young took her waist in his arms and said with a mischievous smile, "I'm really hungry, you know. If I don't eat something, I won't have the strength to work!" He-Ling was startled. "I don't even have any food on me—what do you want to do?" "Eat you," he said.