The handsome killer instantly felt chilled upon seeing Qin Feng's face. He was extremely familiar with this face—even though it was his first time meeting the man personally, he had seen countless photos of him and had memorized Qin Feng's appearance thoroughly. After all, the very person standing before him was the one he had come all the way to eliminate. Now, however, not having yet connected with the organizational representatives he was supposed to meet, he had already boarded the target's vehicle—how utterly unfortunate! Subconsciously, he reached for his belt, pulling it halfway out when Qin Feng suddenly spoke: "I suggest you don't move. Otherwise, you'll meet a terrible fate—I promise!" The handsome killer gritted his teeth, responding, "The moment you move, you'll die even more horribly!" A flash of light passed through—his body lost control. Qin Feng had cast a stunning immobilizing spell. The pitiful handsome assassin—the top killer ranked number one among the Death Angels, the undefeated star who had never suffered a defeat since his debut—has finally been taken down. Qin, the young lord, hums a tune as he drives toward the site where the previous intense interrogation had taken place. Soon, the handsome man is bound to the cross, and the embers of the fire begin to fade. Last time, out of the ten most severe punishments of the Qing Dynasty, only one had been employed. This time, Qin hopes to truly test the strength of his opponent. Meanwhile, Zhou Mingchu, the seasoned elder, has just received the news and is en route to the scene. Before taking action, Qin decides to follow the principle of "first courtesy, then force." After all, his guest is an international friend who has traveled all the way from abroad, only to be beaten up before even experiencing the charm of Chinese scenery and cuisine—surely, he would complain that the Chinese lack hospitality. With a tablet, Qin plays back the video footage of the previous "tough" victim during his ordeal. The handsome assassin's face turns pale; though he occasionally displays disdain, it's clear he is equally startled. Qin Feng picked up a bamboo stick and said, "Would you like to give it a try, or shall we skip this one and try something your teammates haven't used yet?" The handsome warrior's face began to twist as he huffed, "What exactly do you want from me?" "For someone who wants to kill me and has already taken action, I usually just kill them on the spot. But you haven't even had the chance to move yet, so I'd like to keep you alive." He smiled. "It all depends on your cooperation. Honestly, there's no need to stubbornly resist—after all, you'll be captured eventually. Why fight it out just to prove you're a tough guy?" The warrior immediately replied, "Cooperation is certainly possible, but I demand political asylum!" "By what right?" Qin Feng spread his hands. "Do you really feel you have the standing to negotiate terms, let alone ask for political asylum? You're being quite imaginative. All I'm willing to do is ensure your life is spared!" "The handsome guy added, 'Yes, I'm a killer, but I've never killed a Chinese person. So I'm not your culprit. As long as you agree to grant me political asylum, I'll tell you everything I know—within the Death Angel organization, I have access to many secrets that others don't!' I'm impressed—this one's going to be easier to handle. Last time, we at least experimented with a rather dramatic form of torture; this time, we've got absolutely no room for negotiation. Well, adapt to the times and be a wise man—political asylum it is. It's a rare opportunity for them to choose cooperation; we can't very well go all out and beat them up now. By the time sunset approached, they still had several dozen kilometers to reach the secret command center of the Angel of Death—only a few minutes' flight away—yet, according to the handsome killer's account, from this point on, monitoring devices were scattered throughout the ground, sky, and rivers, with an ever-growing number of traps. They had come here based precisely on the information provided by each other. The handsome man had been taken by Zhou Mingchu; though he wouldn't have to serve time in prison like the previous two groups, he would still be confined to one place for life—equally deprived of freedom. In no time, the aroma filled the air. Several hungry animals gathered around, yet they hesitated to get close—so close that even the rattlesnake with its triangular head could only dangle from a branch, constantly flicking its tongue. It was the deathly aura emanating from Isabella that made them retreat. A few freshly washed wild fruits proved delicious, though not particularly sweet; still, their novelty, being tasted for the first time by the two of them, made them refreshing. Qin, the young nobleman, devoured an entire roasted lamb leg with gusto, savoring each bite and saying, "Sasha, how about we launch an aerial assault—turn the people inside into panicked, headless chickens? What do you think?" The beautiful officer raised her brows, "That's a good idea, but once we do that, the others will have the chance to scatter. I believe there are multiple paths leading toward the pyramid, and multiple escape routes as well. With only us two, will we be able to keep up?" "Indeed." "He bit off a large piece of lamb and said, 'Let's push in now—let's go for an internal breakthrough. I hope their top leadership is still there. If we miss them, finding them again next time will be a real challenge!' Isabella also picked up a piece of roasted meat and remarked, 'I think these so-called top leaders are much like the executives on Death Island—real power players will definitely be hiding in the background. Only when we bring one of them out can we truly claim victory!' Though that's what she said, achieving it proves to be incredibly difficult. We'll have to first capture several of their senior executives and then subject them to rigorous interrogation to extract valuable intelligence. After a full meal, the two began to move separately. Qin Feng launched a surprise assault from the east, while the beautiful instructor took charge of aerial surveillance." Along the way, traps emerged continuously, and the surveillance equipment was so dense it was astonishing. If it weren't for the two individuals possessing special abilities, and if ordinary soldiers had been sent instead, the force would have been completely wiped out within an hour—unless the number of troops reached at least a full regiment. For the traps, if they could be destroyed, they were destroyed; if not, they were simply bypassed. The surveillance equipment, however, was something that had to be eliminated. Inside the pyramid, the security troops frowned, as starting twenty minutes ago, one after another, cameras in a particular direction began to malfunction, now displaying snow patterns on at least several screens.