?Reading on mobile phone With Qin Feng's current financial standing and taste, he certainly wouldn't consider Xiao Di's 600,000 as anything significant. He had already instructed the police in charge of overseeing this case that, once the funds were received, they would be entirely donated to charitable organizations—though, of course, the charitable institutions in question would not include the Red X Association. The admirable initiative of Meimei Shoes had clearly exposed the dark undercurrents of this organization. As for the final outcome of the matter, he didn't care much, since he had issued a firm directive: unless someone was willing to risk losing their job to save Xiao Di, nothing would change. The shop where Xiao Di and Mei Juan had been operating had changed hands several days after it closed, and there were even reports that they had sold their home, which was due to be handed over shortly thereafter—where the couple had gone, however, remained unknown. The elderly man, who had been regularly watching the cars and collecting payments at the side entrance, relying on his grandson's influence, had also disappeared. It's said he's been weakened significantly and may not last much longer. The merchants were overjoyed—finally, with Xiao Di this major nuisance gone, the shoe city had regained its peaceful skies. …… Upon receiving Isabella’s call, Qin Feng immediately rushed to the ruined brick kiln, where Lin Caivie, eager to be involved, was also en route from Ping Da. As soon as he saw the ever-young instructor, his first question was, “Is he awake right away?” The beautiful instructor nodded. “Today he’s quite different from the past few days. I believe this is a clear sign of awakening. Moreover, I have a feeling that once he awakens, his strength will rise to a new level!” Qin’s younger brother frowned. “It seems his own injected substance is taking effect. Then, I’ll draw his attention while you go after the items—once you’ve secured them, have Hou Bo examine them.” “The task of retrieving items should still be entrusted to Vi Vi. I’ll take the front line, and you’ll provide support.” The beautiful instructor disagreed with his plan. “Alright, then—let’s go with your suggestion.” Qin’s younger brother agreed. A few minutes later, Lin Beijia arrived. After clarifying their individual tasks, the three of them headed in different directions, waiting for the right moment to strike. Qin Feng, through a small opening in the wall, clearly observed Gris wrapped in a substance resembling silk—actually a mucous layer, about seven to eight centimeters thick, forming a massive cocoon. One hour passed, and the cocoon remained motionless. Thirty more minutes went by, and then it began to tremble gently; within just ten seconds, the frequency of the tremors tripled. As a sound of tearing silk resonated, Gris emerged from the cocoon, still covered with a sticky layer on his face and body. "Qin Feng, this time you're definitely dead," he shouted, his voice clear and strong. Compared to a few days ago, his skin had grown noticeably paler, and as he crawled out, his body swayed slightly. A prime opportunity—clearly, the enemy's body had not yet fully recovered. This was the perfect moment to launch an attack. Qin Feng and Isabella rushed in at the same time, launching their attacks. The steel sword struck Gris right through the back, while Sarahville's dagger pierced his throat. Gris cried out, lifting the dagger and setting it aside. With both hands, he tried several times to reach the hilt of the steel sword, but the angle of attack proved too sharp, and he could not make contact. On the surface, it seemed as though they had gained the upper hand. Yet Qin Feng did not feel that way. According to his plan, after the initial strike succeeded, he should swiftly withdraw and then follow up with a second attack. But now, the steel sword was firmly lodged in Gris's body and could not be pulled out. Moreover, he could clearly feel the tissues surrounding the blade healing at a BT rate—should he delay any longer, the situation would only worsen. Damn it, they were clearly trying to take his stuff. Without hesitation, he launched three fire god hand grenades, all aimed directly at the enemy's backs. Boom! Boom! Boom! The flames subsided, and Gries remained standing on the ground, opening his mouth to chuckle continuously. "Qin Feng, your hand grenades no longer have any effect on me. Let me be honest—my last injury actually proved beneficial. My body has undergone a new evolution!" Isn't that just crazy? Qin, the young noble, and the beautiful instructor exchanged glances. Their thoughts were identical: no matter what, they had to eliminate Gries now, or he would inevitably become an insurmountable problem in the future. Gries continued his sardonic smile. "Since you've both come to me willingly, I'll have to reluctantly kill you. By the way, wasn't there another beautiful girl last time? Why isn't she here today? Don't worry—I'll go after her once I've dealt with you both. Chatter on!" Under these circumstances, a flanking maneuver was certain, and their coordination had reached a flawless level, employing an uncompromising, aggressive strategy. Lin, the beautiful woman hidden behind the scenes, longed to step forward and assist, yet she remained discreet, following Qin Feng's instructions without moving. The three engaged in a fierce battle. Gris, now evolved, had seen significant improvements in both reaction speed and overall performance, capable of leaping up to twenty meters with a single jump. For Qin, the young man still struggling to retrieve his flying sword, this was truly a matter of survival. He continuously cast fire dragon and other seals, even employing a immobilizing spell. However, the immobilizing spell seemed entirely ineffective against Gris, only slowing his movements and lasting only for ten seconds. Since the combat took place within the confined space of the ruined brick kiln, Isabel, her voice delicate with urgency, urged, "Little Feng, let's go outside and fight!" "Agreed," he readily agreed—only by drawing the opponents outside could Lin seize the opportunity to intervene, and the farther the better. Thunderous—cracks echoed through the kiln as a large hole was blasted open, and the three emerged in sequence. Gris’s fingernails were over two inches long, glowing with a deep blue light. “Lightning Seal,” Qin Dashi didn’t wait for the opponent to steady himself, launching the attack immediately—using a mid-level incantation. Crack! A lightning bolt as thick as a tree trunk struck Gris’s head, splitting into swift-moving silver serpents that surged across his skin, wreaking havoc. “In your Chinese terms, this would be considered mere child’s play,” Gris remarked, only having a small patch of hair singed at the crown—every other part of his body remained unscathed. Qin Dashi growled in frustration, “This is outrageous! He can’t even handle this!” The young instructor observed, “Little Feng, haven’t you noticed? He now has exceptional defense against ranged attacks—his body seems like an iron tank. Yet at the beginning, he couldn’t withstand strikes from flying swords or daggers, indicating his vulnerability lies in close-quarters combat.” “Nonsense!” Gris shouted loudly, “I have no weaknesses at all!” Seizing this opportunity, Lin Beauty slipped silently into the brick kiln, located a patch of ground differing in color from the surrounding area, and directed her flying sword to begin digging. Soon, the metal box was unearthed, and with a delicate gesture of her slender hands, the box floated into her necklace of storage. "At last, it's my turn to make an appearance."