In the heart of America, a primeval forest that has never appeared on any map. Within the forest, a diverse range of vegetation thrives, and animals move freely among the trees, occasionally encountering venomous snakes draped on branches that attack birds resting upon them. At the central area lies an open space, where a modest American pyramid stands. The extent of stone erosion on the pyramid's structure clearly indicates that this building has stood for at least three thousand years. Inside, the vaulted ceilings and massive stone columns are illuminated by bright lights, and around large stone tables, several modern-style chairs are arranged. Seated in each chair are individuals—some over sixty years old, with gray hair and beards, while others are middle-aged men in their forties. "A minor traitor, who has taken so long to act, dispatching two waves of assassins, yet still failing to succeed—what exactly went wrong?" asked the eldest among them. The middle-aged man replied, "It turns out the opponent isn't just a minor traitor—he's capable of turning Death Island into a wasteland overnight, proving his exceptional strength. The two assassins sent previously were simply underqualified, which is why the mission failed!" Another person added, "Not only did the mission fail, but those assassins were actually captured alive. We have no idea whether they managed to reveal any secrets of the organization!" The elder sighed irritably, "Then send the very best assassins to handle a traitor—shouldn't that be a piece of cake?" The middle-aged man reassured, "Don't worry. The ones we've dispatched this time are the very best. Qin Feng is definitely out!" Only then did the elder seem somewhat satisfied, saying, "We must ensure this doesn't fail. Otherwise, King Fei Li will have a hard time explaining it to his side. Everyone knows his methods—there's no way we can all walk away unscathed." The group exchanged glances, each one expressing growing apprehension. … When Liu Su received the news that Han Duanyao had been stabbed to death, Qin Feng was right in front of her. "Well done," she smiled. "Not only did you eliminate Han, but you also successfully misled his bodyguards. Those people were frantic, searching for nearby cameras, and concluded that Han Duanyao had been killed by a golden-haired European assassin!" Qin, the young lord, shrugged. "I misled them—after all, wasn't that to protect you? So that they wouldn't start thinking of you? How about your aunt?" The beautiful senior student replied, "She's completely vanished now. I suspect she's gone to deal with the troubles at Baihe Gate. Before she left, she delegated various responsibilities to different people, and my task is to manage the total academy's commercial investments." He brightened up. "So it's not just the Tianli Sect's businesses—you've already known all of them!" "The beautiful senior student nodded: 'I've been quietly compiling statistics over the past few days, and I must say, the number of companies and their revenue have far exceeded my expectations. To be frank, they represent a truly massive commercial empire!' The Tianli Sect has always focused on two main areas: politics and commerce. Now, with Liu Su firmly in control of the commercial arm, he has effectively grasped the organization's economic lifeline. In today's world, without sufficient funds, even the most extensive organization would struggle to function. 'What are your plans moving forward?' he asked solemnly. … At the provincial city airport, an international flight gently lands, and shortly thereafter, a group of foreign guests with blue eyes and high foreheads emerge from the hall. One of them is wearing headphones and sunglasses, holding a suitcase, in his early thirties, of average height but radiating a bright, sun-kissed charm with a well-defined, handsome facial appearance. Several fan girls deliberately speak loudly, hoping to catch the attention of the foreign gentleman, but unfortunately, he's listening to his headphones and doesn't hear a word. The handsome man directly heads toward the taxi lane, and just as he settles into place, a taxi pulls up. "Sir, where would you like to go?" the driver asks in fluent English. The man is momentarily surprised—perhaps not expecting a driver who could speak English—and replies, "To XX Hotel in the city center!" "OK," the driver says, and begins to accelerate. As they pass a curve, the turn is a right-angle bend, and a circular mirror is mounted along the roadside to help the driver check for oncoming traffic and avoid potential collisions. The mirror reflected the driver's face—Qi Feng. He hadn't simply grown bored or sought excitement, nor had he aimed to strike up a conversation with a foreign woman. He had received concrete information: his passenger was a killer dispatched by the Angel of Death. The news came from Yashu, who, during her time in Europe, had done extensive research—what she had done for Qi Feng far exceeded what she had done for herself. The handsome killer had also been rather unlucky. While transferring flights in Europe, he had been noticed and followed by people from Gensens. Since he had not yet reached deep into the heart of China, he hadn't paid much attention to those around him, and thus his identity was easily uncovered. Subsequently, Yashu transmitted his flight details and other information exactly as they were to Qi, the young man. That is how the episode of him stepping in as a taxi driver came about. As the car exited the airport area, he asked, "Mr. Could you please tell me which country you're from, and is your visit to China for work or for leisure?" The handsome man didn't raise any suspicion and replied, "I'm here on a tourist visit from Portugal. This gentleman speaks excellent English—indeed, I've always heard that China is a mysterious place. And now, right upon landing, I've been given a real surprise!" "Then let me give you another one," Qin Feng switched to Portuguese. The man blinked again—speaking fluent English was already impressive; as a taxi driver, how could he possibly master two foreign languages? He reached for his belt, where he had no gun, as he had just landed. His belt was his only weapon. Embedded within the leather were high-strength steel wires, and the front buckle could fire toxic needles capable of killing. Qin Feng kept driving, speaking in a completely ordinary tone: "Now, a Portuguese man—shouldn't he understand Portuguese? Or perhaps my Portuguese isn't good enough, and you didn't catch what I said?" The handsome man effortlessly unbuttoned his belt, remaining composed and saying, "I'm not unintelligible—I'm just surprised!" "Indeed, that's surprising," Qin Feng replied, with a thoughtful expression. "I promise there's even more that will surprise you. Don't you find that I seem familiar?"