?Mobile reading As the year draws to a close, a season traditionally meant for family reunions, certain people are destined to have a difficult time celebrating. The Eighty-Eleven E-book Take officials from the Ministry of State Security, particularly Minister Yan Xinghua and Director Fan Changming of the Anti-Terrorism Bureau—both of them are visibly preoccupied and concerned. It’s reportedly been officially communicated that several vice-ministers have been living unseemly lives, and the top official cannot remain indifferent. With such a major scandal, someone other than the direct parties involved must bear the brunt. Assigning Director Fan Changming to carry this burden is a sound move, yet the issue is that he holds only a bureau-level position, officially ranked below those unfortunate vice-ministers. Thus, his role as a buffer clearly lacks sufficient weight. The only remaining option is for Minister Yan Xinghua himself to step up. After a long climb to reach his current position, he had hoped to secure a spot in the Standing Committee once Guan Li-jie took office, perhaps even aiming for a vice-chairmanship. Now, whether he can retain his position as minister remains uncertain. On the surface, this affair had little to do with Fan Changming, and several of the unfortunate individuals had all made it clear they wouldn't bring him in. Yet once Yan Xinghua fell, Fan's position as deputy director would be in jeopardy. The attitudes of the two had ripple effects throughout the entire National Security Bureau. Guan Lijie had been staying well out of the way since the incident, having only called Yan Xinghua once—specifically instructing him not to speak out of turn and simply to wait it out. The message was clear: don't get involved; this matter would at most be seen as a lapse in supervision. But if other issues were publicized, everyone would suffer. This development left Guan Lijie deeply anxious. He had always assumed that Wei Qingtian, now elderly, wouldn't make any significant moves. Yet when he finally stepped in, it was a decisive blow—one that left no room for the others to react. Guan had to reevaluate his position and, with genuine respect, remarked: "Indeed, the old ones still have the edge." Because the impact of this matter was so significant, he instructed those who had previously received his directives not to take action against the Qin Group before the leadership transition was complete, otherwise complications would arise. Of course, if it were merely a matter of commercial competition, the initiatives could continue as planned. The Wei family also has people with thick skins who keep nagging him for wine, and before Qin the Young had a chance to speak, the elder was already shouting: "This wine goes only to me—don't even dream of it, you little shrimp-knuckles!" The elder was clearly drunk; otherwise, how could he call his own children shrimp-knuckles? By that logic, wouldn't he himself be the old shrimp-knuckle? "One person being called 'husband' is understandable, but when both of them call someone that—what's going on? And most puzzling of all, both of these girls are stunningly beautiful, to the point of being breathtaking. 'Husbands, you've got us all at our wits' end,' he said, setting down his suitcase, one arm around each of them, then kissing them both. Everyone who came to pick them up was stunned. Man, what a sight—being embraced on both sides like this! I never thought I'd see it. They specifically requested to fly back, citing that the cold weather makes it harder to ride the flying swords, and that airplanes are faster. There's an Audi A8 parked outside—Mr. Zhou Mingchu's personal car, now borrowed by his daughters. Their sports cars certainly make a strong impression, but with only two seats, they'd have to drive two cars to accommodate three people—quite an ordeal. The key issue is that there's only one Qin Feng. Once he gets into Shuyajing's car, Zhou Muxi has to drive back alone, and vice versa." Since her sister was more prone to being clingy, the responsibility of driving fell to Shu, the police officer. Zhou Xiaoniu, meanwhile, pulled her姐夫's husband into the back seat and immediately started being all sweet and intimate from the moment they got in. Zhou Xiaoniu's confidence grew steadily—right in front of her aunt, she even reached her hand into Qin Dashi's pants. Qin Dashi's passion surged, nearly unable to contain himself and ready to go all the way. The car smoothly glided along the road, turning a corner and then driving a few more kilometers until it reached Zhou Muzi's home. Swoosh— A flash of fire erupted at the street corner, a rocket missile trailing a long flame, hurtling toward the car. "Whoa!" Qin Feng shouted, pushing Zhou Xiaoniu away from his body. But it was too late—before he could even open the window, the rocket missile had already struck the right side of the car door. Boom… The vehicle was lifted off the ground, spun 180 degrees in the air, and crashed down hard onto the surface, then rolled several times before coming to a stop. Flames erupted all over the body of the car. A dark figure hidden in the corner of the wall let out a series of strange laughs before leaping over the wall and running off. The three passengers had vanished from the vehicle—just as the rocket shells exploded, Qin Feng had activated the small cauldron, and all three of them had been carried into it. After the figure disappeared, they reappeared several meters away. Zhou Xiaoniu, still shaken, stared at the blazing car and said in a weak voice, “Dad will definitely kill me. This is his favorite car—he just bought it less than a month ago!” “What’s one car worth? I’ll just give my father another one,” Qin the Young said indifferently. For him, a car costing just over one million was nothing but a minor expense. Shu tightened her brows. "What exactly is the killer's motive? He's even used rocket launchers—this isn't just some ordinary terrorist. Xiao Feng, should we chase after him and capture him?" Qin Feng held her gently against his side, smiling. "No, Shasha has already gone after him. I'd like to know—what deep grudge does this person have against me? Is it really that they don't want me to have a good holiday?" Zhou Xiaoniu added, "After all, your husband will personally take their lives, won't he?"