?Mobile reading Qin Feng grabbed the boss's collar, pulled him to the window, and pointed at the explosion scene outside—resembling a hell on earth—saying coldly, "How about now? These people didn't have to die. It was you who called them here. So, you're responsible for their deaths!" The man trembled as if shaking with fever, still unable to understand why this young man seemed to have an endless supply of anti-tank missiles. Boom… With the explosion, the helicopter turned into a ball of fire and tumbled diagonally down from the sky. Qin Feng pulled the boss to the edge of the bed once again and said, "Next up—is it going to be tanks? Or artillery? Are you going to flatten this entire area right off the ground!" "What do you want, and I'll give it to you," the boss cried out, full of fear. "You didn't give me two hundred million before, and that's fine. Now I've raised the price to four hundred million." Qin, the young magnate, smiled. "The extra two hundred million will serve as compensation for the loss of the medicine we just used. I'm known for being honest—this price isn't overcharged at all!" The boss looked crestfallen. "My account has less than three hundred million. How can I possibly give you four hundred million?" "That's easy," Qin Feng said, adopting a look of someone willing to make a small concession. "Just transfer all the money over." The boss scrambled, pulling out his phone from the drawer, opened the bank account page, and swiftly completed the transfer. To go from a millionaire to a pauper—what a painful feeling. With a melancholy expression, he dropped his phone, and before he could even feel the weight of that pain, Qin Feng had already pressed the gun against his temple. "The money wasn't sufficient, so your life is now the payment," he said, pulling the trigger. The bullet pierced through his head. He lounged lazily on a patch of grass, waiting until the enemy had fired more than twenty rounds. By then, the casino had been completely transformed—though most buildings had not collapsed, they were now solidly endangered. "It's my turn," he thought. Instantly, a helicopter appeared on the open ground ahead. This one had been picked up previously from Yuri's warehouse in Europe and later modified by Hou Bao, equipped with fire control radar, rocket launchers, and missiles. The aircraft lifted smoothly off the ground and surged toward the enemy tanks. At first, the tank crews assumed it was their own attack helicopter and didn't take it seriously—until flames erupted twice from the aircraft's weapon pylons. Three tanks were struck by Hellfire missiles and exploded instantly. Four others were hit by rocket fire, followed by a relentless barrage of cannon fire, with shells piercing through the tank crews' armor and killing them outright. All seven tanks were lost. The surviving soldiers could only watch helplessly as the helicopters took off, with no way to intervene. At the hotel, Isabella watched the live news broadcast on television, sipping red wine and shaking her head. "He's absolutely fiery! He wiped out an entire tank platoon plus a reinforced company!" "Thank you," Qin Feng said, stepping in through the window with a cheerful smile. "It was quite exhilarating—this is the first time I've faced the military head-on. I used to think standing alone wasn't enough against them, but now I realize, even by myself, I can take down an entire enemy division!" The female instructor gave him a withering look. "With your strange tactics, I'd say not just a division, but even an army or a corps would be gradually eaten away by you. I'm telling you, Xiao Feng—let's stop picking on the weak ones. Does that sound interesting?" "He spread his arms wide: 'I didn't want to treat them unfairly, but those people kept coming one after another. What could I do? The army and the casino are now working hand in hand—clearly, the top military officials aren't exactly up to par. It's only fair to eliminate them!' The beautiful instructor remained speechless and changed the subject: 'This time, you're truly making your mark. Unless the officers under King Fei Li are all idiots, they'll surely notice you, Xiao Feng. Are you planning to make this place your battlefield?' He nodded: 'Setting up a battlefield in another country is a solid choice, though it's a bit unkind. We can always wait until we've dealt with King Fei Li and then launch some investment projects here as compensation to the locals. What do you think?' 'That sounds reasonable. This place truly is quite under-resourced—any damage we cause will be relatively easy to repair.'" Compared to the major terrorist attacks in the developed nations of Europe and North America, what has happened here is more akin to a small-scale war, yet it has not attracted much media attention. After reviewing the video sent by his aide, the Angel of Death beamed and said, "That's him—He's Qin Feng. You go immediately and inform Federer to handle the situation in the south!" "Understood." The aide turned and departed. Turning back to the image of Qin Feng on screen, the Angel of Death coldly remarked, "Look at this traitor still hiding there—when you finally meet Federer, that will be your hour of death!" Qin, the young noble, continued living his tranquil life. A group of police arrived at the hotel, though no one knew he was concealed there. Even if they did know, what could they do? At worst, another gunfight would unfold—perhaps the police would be lucky to escape unharmed, but at least Qin wouldn't lose his life. Federer, a recently elevated baron of the bloodline, possesses strength surpassing that of Ramus. This is his first assignment following his elevation to baron, and he approaches it with great confidence and ambition. He arrived at the nearest airport by private plane. After stepping off the aircraft, he made no stops and headed straight for his destination, only pausing two kilometers before to assess the situation. Isabel found Qin Feng and said in a steady tone, "The opponents have arrived—their presence speaks volumes; their rank is clearly far above Ramírez. We now have work to do!" Rising with a sudden spring, he declared, "They must be unfamiliar with the tactics of cultivators. With our advantage in timing, location, and personnel, victory is certain."