The phone reading: Qin Feng took refuge inside the small tripod, and thus the thermal signal naturally disappeared. In the command center of the Eighty Electronic Book, the elder exhaled a long breath, finally resolving the intruders. Yet before he could fully release that breath, a staff member spoke up: "It's strange—our six team members have also lost their thermal signals!" The elder replied without hesitation: "That's just what we'd expect—total sacrifice, nothing surprising." The staff member added: "But the actual situation is that our six members lost their signals first, and only afterward did the enemy's signals vanish." "What? You're certain about this? We can't afford to joke." The elder was taken aback, his hands trembling. If our six team members had perished first, then who had killed the enemy? It couldn't have been suicide. The staff member nodded seriously, affirming the accuracy of his statement. "Send the remaining six personnel to investigate the scene—make sure you see the enemy's bodies," he shouted passionately. Everyone had to follow suit, their eyes fixed on the six small red dots. If those six also perished, they would have no hesitation in retreating. Yet, all six returned safely. The junior officer came in to report: "Our six personnel all survived. We found no enemy corpses and no signs of injury." "Then where did he hide?" the elder wiped a sweat from his forehead and asked. The junior officer shook his head: "The enemy left no footprints or other traceable clues. I believe he must have hidden himself." The elder took a deep breath and issued the command with difficulty: "All personnel, follow the pre-established evacuation route and proceed to the assembly point!" "Understood," the group had been eager to move ever since, and at the moment of receiving the order, they immediately rose and rushed toward the safety corridors. The elder decided to stay until the very last moment. As long as the staff could survive and be swiftly evacuated to a safe location, he would immediately resume his work. Unlike the Blood Shadow's stronghold, which integrates command and training, this place is solely focused on command operations and thus has a smaller team. Even the remaining half-squad joined the effort to protect the staff, and within less than a minute, the site was completely empty. From his pocket, he drew a small handgun, smoothly chambered it, and glanced back. This had been his workplace for several years—once he left, he would never return. He wanted to take one final look. "Goodbye," he said, turning back and stepping forward. Just as he took his first step, a voice echoed from behind: "Are you really leaving like this?" The elder was startled, spun around sharply, and with his eyes, immediately searched for the source of the voice. But he saw nothing at all. Could it be a hallucination? Perhaps—after all, he was getting older. "Clearly, you are the top leader here. I'll tell you the truth: not one of those people made it through just now. You're lucky." The voice rang out again. The old man was nearly collapsing. He could hear clearly, yet he couldn't find anyone. He raised his voice and shouted, "Who is it? What are you up to? Show yourselves!" "As you wished." With the voice came the sound of Qin Feng stepping firmly to the ground. Before the old man could complete his turn, his gun was struck by a bullet and fell to the floor. His right hand went numb from the shock. Qin Feng's Eastern features made him instantly recognizable. With a trembling voice, he said, "You—you are the traitor from the Death Island, aren't you? Qin Feng, isn't it?" "Qin Da lightly shrugged, truly embodying the saying that 'people fear fame, pigs fear strength.' In fact, I've been quite composed all along—yet here we are, with our reputation out in front. "That's me," he nodded. The old man looked utterly terrified: "How did you manage to find your way here?" "Ha! That all thanks to the three teams you sent out before," Qin Feng said with a playful expression. "Had it not been for them, I'd never have heard of the 'Angel of Death,' let alone ended up here!" Fury replaced fear in the old man's mind. He had expected that even if captured, they would remain silent—so what had gone wrong? How could the training officers, the very ones sworn to secrecy, have betrayed their trust at such a crucial moment? Wouldn't King Fei Li punish them severely? He didn't know that all three teams of assassins were solid enough to stand up to the pressure—only that they had been unlucky enough to encounter Qin Da, a true force of nature. Once under his command, even the most resilient warriors would crumble into softness. The elder, realizing he was no match for his opponent, felt a growing sense of calm and asked, "Just now you said that no one except me would survive—what exactly did you mean?" Qin, the young man, extended his right hand, swaying it gently as he said, "You still haven't grasped the current situation, so I have the right to ask. Nevertheless, I'm willing to answer your question—please listen closely, and you'll soon understand!" As soon as he finished speaking, several dull thuds echoed through the air, followed by a noticeable tremor in the ground. The elder's expression once again turned to fear. He now understood what the thuds meant—several safety corridors had collapsed, and thus, those inside were now completely cut off from escape. "Now do you feel satisfied?" Qin smiled warmly. "We should swap roles—let me ask the questions, and you're not going to object, are you?" The elder took several deep breaths and replied with a cold smile, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Do you really think I'll answer your questions? Save yourself the effort—just kill me now!" "Of course I won't kill you," he said with a calm, unharmed demeanor. "If you're unwilling to speak up, then I'll have to resort to some necessary measures. Just imagine—even the most well-trained assassins would choose to cooperate. Can you really withstand that?" The elder smiled and said, "Let me be honest with you. I do have capable allies under my command. Isn't the one accompanying you a vampire? There's certainly a major battle unfolding between vampires right now—Ramos will surely prevail. When that happens, he'll kill you too!" Qin Feng felt a sudden jolt in his chest. He had trusted Isabel so completely precisely because she was a vampire. Now, with vampires facing off against vampires, he wasn't sure which side was stronger. "Thank you for the insight," he thought. He decided it would be better to go and see for himself. Of course, he wouldn't leave the old man here. All the miles he had traveled, all the hardships endured—hadn't they been for this very purpose? A binding spell was cast, and immediately the old man lost control of his body, entering a strange realm the very next second. Qin Feng summoned his flying sword and swiftly moved outward. As soon as he stepped out of the pyramid, he heard intense combat sounds coming from the southern direction. On an open field, two figures—one black and one white—were trembling, both moving with swift, dynamic actions that appeared astonishingly vivid.