The phone reading left Li Nianshan stunned. He had originally assumed the opponent would merely use the peach-colored incidents to target him, and he had already prepared a solid defense—such that not only would he avoid any legal trouble, but he would actually be proven innocent. That’s why he had appeared so relaxed. Yet the revelation was far more striking: he owned multiple properties. Following the recent media coverage of the "housewife" and "house uncle" stories, Li had repeatedly considered transferring all his properties to others. Yet after careful reflection, he concluded it wasn’t necessary, since he only owned two homes—one of which was from the 20th century. Even if someone investigated, he could easily find plausible excuses. However, the online reports explicitly stated that all properties acquired through official influence were registered under his lover and relatives. Moreover, one by one, the details of his properties across various cities were revealed. Who says government departments are inefficient these days? Regarding the measures of dual investigation and temporary suspension, they’ve always been swift. If nothing unexpected happens, he’ll soon receive a call from the procuratorate. Seeing his face pale, Song Xi didn’t dare to ask what exactly was going on. *Ring, ring…* The phone rang. Li Nianshan’s heart sank to the very bottom, yet he remained composed and pressed the answer button. On the other end, a voice devoid of emotion announced: “Director Li Nianshan, we have identified suspicions of abuse of power on your part. We’ve decided to proceed with dual investigation and temporary suspension. Staff will be coming shortly—please indicate your specific location!” *Plink*—the phone fell to the floor. He looked utterly drained. He simply couldn’t understand how a mere businessman could have so many hidden issues uncovered—wasn’t there really someone behind him, someone powerful? Regret. Regret he hadn’t acted sooner. … A man in a baseball cap, dressed in the style of an outdoor enthusiast, appeared in a southwestern city. He certainly wasn't here on a vacation—otherwise, how could he have been alone, his large sunglasses covering most of his face? It's said that Master Han Duanyao, the head of the village's clan, is currently on a holiday retreat here. Regarding how to complete the mission, he hadn't given it much thought. As a world-class assassin, he valued the feeling he experienced during the execution itself, while the pre-planning was secondary. Ordinary assassins pay close attention to timing before taking action, but for Qin Feng, there was no such thing as a missed opportunity—he was always able to create one. Thus, he typically decided on his exact method only at the very moment of action. Liu Su's intelligence was thorough, enabling him to easily identify several key locations where Master Han frequently appeared. Besides his family's villa, the only hobby Master Han had was golf—he held VIP memberships at several upscale golf clubs. It's a shrewd move—deciding which stadium to visit only once he's on the road, thereby reducing the likelihood of his movements being revealed in advance. The weather today is excellent, sunny and perfect for stepping out and breathing fresh air. Indeed, at two in the afternoon, Han Duanfeng boarded a dedicated vehicle, escorted by several cars, and departed from the villa. His security team maintained a size between twelve and sixteen personnel, including two specially trained personal bodyguards—those capable of deflecting bullets during critical moments. These two stood on either side of Han Duanyao, and the rear seats of the car remained comfortably uncluttered despite seating three people. Qin Feng followed quietly behind; even if he weren't gliding through the clouds on his flying sword, his exceptional tracking skills would have made him impossible to detect. The convoy wound through several loops around the city's ring road before finally turning toward the nearest stadium. This method indeed succeeds in eluding ordinary trackers, but it's difficult to achieve effectiveness against anyone who has undergone rigorous training. Of course, it's not necessary to completely break free from tracking—when someone is noticed following you but you can't shake them off, alternative actions such as retracing your steps can be taken. An elderly man, escorted by several bodyguards, enters the arena, where staff immediately guide the guests to a dedicated dressing room. Two caddies are already ready with their clubs and carts. Qin, the young heir, sits on a large tree outside the course, holding a telescope. With his golden wig and a padded support on his nose, he looks exactly like a well-dressed foreigner. After a long time without firing a shot, he decides to complete his mission using a sniper rifle. The bodyguards are exceptionally diligent—whenever Han Duanyao swings his club, they position themselves beside him, effectively blocking potential angles from which a sniper could emerge. "It's surprising how formidable the security detail is for merely the Grand Master of the Heaven's Right Sect." Qin, the young lord, murmured to himself, which explained why everyone said people became more cautious about their lives as they aged. After waiting for several minutes, he still couldn't find an opportunity to fire. He hung his gun on a branch and vanished. A minute later, he reappeared, picked up the gun again, and chambered a bullet. Han Danyao suddenly swung his club with force, striking the white ball precisely. The ball arced gracefully through the sky, flying toward the distance. Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared on the large tree directly in front of him, and he paused. "There's a sniper—quick, protect Mr. Han!" his personal bodyguard shouted. The other guards stationed nearby rushed forward, blocking the sniper's line of sight; once the target was obscured, the sniper usually refrained from firing. Han Danyao also quickly crouched down, only to find that they had all been fooled. Qin Feng was not positioned directly in front under the large tree; he had merely hung a small mirror on a branch, its reflected light resembling the sight of a sniper rifle. Everyone's attention was focused ahead, leaving Han Danyao's entire side exposed to the actual muzzle of the gun. Though it had been a long time since he last fired a sniper rifle, he now felt confident and precise. Through the scope, the crosshairs stabilized precisely on Han Danyao's temple. Without hesitation, Qin, the young lord, gently pressed the trigger with his index finger, sending a bullet swiftly out through the quiet, sound-dampening barrel. As a cultivator now at the peak of the Huazhen stage, his vision surpassed that of ordinary people by several times, allowing him to clearly observe the bullet's flight path. The bullet spun through the air, cutting through the atmosphere and striking accurately into Han Danyao's head. Pfft... A bullet pierced his temple from the side, ravaging the brain tissue, turning it into a pulp, and then shot out together with the lifted skull. Several bodyguards nearby were suddenly drenched in the splatter. Startled, Han Duanyao's body refused to yield, his eyes filled with astonishment. "The shooter was on the side—grab him!" the personal bodyguard roared, leading several teammates charging forward. With his master slain, only by capturing the killer could they make sense of what had happened.