A flaming figure burst out of the blaze and then arched into the field of wheat, rolling several times before the flames were completely extinguished. He roared skyward, "Qin Feng, you've got it bad—next time we meet, I'll definitely kill you! Wait here, don't die too soon!" With that, he wrapped himself in a long robe and rode off on his flying sword, looking rather humble. In the small cauldron, Qin the Young laughed so hard his sides ached, saying, "You kept boasting you'd never fall twice in the same place—didn't you just make a joke about me being a clumsy beginner? Yet here you are, the one who ends up losing! Now you want to kill me? Dream on!" By the time they meet again, Qin the Young's rank will surely have improved—then, who will win the game, remains to be seen. He soared out of the cauldron, and Isabella also emerged from her hiding place. "Isn't my plan quite good?" he asked, beaming with pride. The elegant instructor replied with a look of mild disdain, "Not bad, really—but next time, the other side will surely see through it. You've ruined such a large section of their fields—won't they have to compensate?" "Ah." He stared closely and saw that the explosion and flames had turned everything within a radius of several tens of meters into blackened ruins—the once-green wheat fields now reduced to ashes. He spread his hands out. "We don't know whose land this is. Who do we compensate? How about we hand it over to the police? Let's treat this as a terrorist incident. We'll retreat first!" "Master Zero-Yuan didn't wait for them to ask. He spoke first: 'The purpose of makeup is to hide oneself. You three are so dull—what a shame for our Bai He Sect!' 'Master, we're sorry,' the three bowed together and knelt before him. The old man continued, "That's none of my business—what's yours to do? Just make sure you recover your freedom as soon as possible. Then, when the time comes, give me your full strength to take on Qin Feng and recover the face you've lost!" With the three of them now having a chance to avenge themselves, it was truly wonderful. "Have you all understood?" "Yes, we've understood!" Only then did Zero Yuan the True Being feel satisfied and depart, not removing his hat until he had flown several tens of kilometers, at which point he revealed his smooth, bald head and murmured to himself, "Let those three younglings do the fighting—myself right behind them. Next time, I'll definitely take down Qin Feng!" "... Qin's grand residence. Mei Hui holds a folder and smiles, saying: 'Xiao Feng, we've settled over 80% of the stalled project's homeowners. They're delighted to have retrieved their original down payments plus the interest accrued over the past few years. Our progress has been smooth. The remaining 20% are currently in negotiation—once we finalize this group, the building will be ours!' Fang Fang adds: 'I've already arranged with the design firm. They'll soon present both interior and exterior renovation plans. Next, we'll reach out to the interior decoration companies. If everything goes smoothly, we'll be able to move everyone in before summer. Additionally, the temporary office space has been fully set up and can accommodate our initial team of 300 people!' " He stretched out his arms, embracing both women, holding them one on each side with evident contentment, and smiled warmly, saying, "My two esteemed wives, you've done such a wonderful job—how much more ease I have now with such capable partners! So I've decided to reward you, hehe!" Fang Fang immediately asked, "What kind of reward?" His smile transformed into a full-blown smirk: "Of course, a reward right here on the bed—specifically, a reward that will make you both unable to get up in the morning!" "Ugh," Mei Hui gently tapped his forehead, scolding, "You're so unserious! If we can't get up in the morning, who will manage the company, who will handle all those daily tasks?" "Exactly," Fang Fang added. "Are you really going to personally take on the role of a hands-off manager?" Qin's younger brother chuckled even more mischievously, saying, "If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow is a Saturday—no work required. That means we can play until we're completely exhausted tonight, and that will be perfectly fine!" Both of them blushed instantly. Mei Hui was about to object when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She picked it up, "Hello, this is Mei Hui. Who is it? What did you say? Could you repeat that, please?" The beauty of the corporate executive's expression darkened. She said firmly, "Didn't we previously agree to this? How could you have changed your mind now? Go talk to the other party again—this owner is crucial to us. We must secure him!" After hanging up, Qin asked, "What's going on?" She replied, "The largest owner of the stalled project originally promised everything—both parties were ready to sign the contracts. Yet suddenly, he has changed his mind. He holds nearly 3,000 square meters of space. Without acquiring these areas, our subsequent work cannot proceed." Fang Fang added, "I know this owner well. At first, he was very enthusiastic. Many others followed his lead and signed contracts with us promptly. Now, why has he changed his mind?" "Qin Feng furrowed his brow: 'Find out immediately who this opponent is—dare they play games with me? I'll have them play dead.'"