"While walking in the garden, Isabella asked Qin Feng with deep intention, 'I'm sure the taste of a European woman must be wonderful!' Qin, the young nobleman, chuckled and replied, 'In truth, I don't really feel anything special. Honestly, I'm more looking forward to the taste of a vampire woman!' The beautiful officer gave him a withering glance and said, 'Well then, if you're truly eager to experience it, I can give you the chance right now. If you're a man, go straight to the bedroom!' He immediately looked downcast and bowed, saying, 'Sasha-sister, I apologize. To be safe, I'd rather wait until my void period. I didn't push too hard yesterday, but I've already progressed from the Chuanzhen stage into the void stage!' 'That's wonderful,' the officer said with thoughtful tone. 'Heh, same to me, same to me!' "He proudly declared, "Right now, my body still holds a significant amount of energy drawn from the Imperial Seal. Based on my initial estimates, this energy should be sufficient to carry me all the way to the Sky-Perceiving Stage. Once I reach that level, I'll have no trouble facing both the Death Angel and King Fei Li!" Isabella said, "According to my research over the past few days, Fede at least possesses abilities comparable to a Void-Stage cultivator. The Death Angel and King Fei Li are even more formidable. Young man, you've certainly made a mess of things!" This analysis had also crossed Qin Feng's mind. What remained was to completely eliminate the Red-Slaying Mercenary Corps, so as to ensure that Yasi and her father could finally live without constant anxiety. Over the course of two days, Isabella had thoroughly investigated the corps' situation. This was largely due to her deep understanding of the Death Island and the Death Angel. Since the Red-Slaying Mercenary Corps was also one of King Fei Li's organizations, there must be some underlying connection among the three." Following this line of reasoning, she quickly located the enemy's base. After hearing her description, Qin Fenglei, with a crisp exterior and a tender interior, exclaimed, "You're certain the enemy's headquarters is actually tucked inside a downtown office building? They must be up to something quite extraordinary!" The young female officer smiled and said, "At first, I was equally stunned. To be honest, they truly blend in—so well disguised that their headquarters looks just like a regular corporate office. Because of this, no one ever suspected them of being a terrorist organization. So, are you interested in eliminating them?" "Of course! Whether they're hidden in an office building or even within the municipal government, I'll make sure to wipe them out. After all, the battlefield isn't always on our home soil. As for the damage caused during the conflict, that simply doesn't matter to me." In fact, even back at home, he would never hesitate to do the same. The beautiful officer raised her thumb in approval: "You truly are a man of action, Qin. Then, no more idle chatter—let's get ready and head out!" "Why are we going so early? Don't we wait until dark?" he asked, a rather naive question. "Please, when it's dark, who are we going to find? Won't the others be off work?" Isabella huffed. "Oh, I completely forgot about that. Then let's go!" He stepped out the door. The company occupies two floors of the office building, and as usual, employees are working steadily. Pop... The glass window on the east side shatters, and a man in a black combat uniform leaps inside, firing his two handguns before anyone can react. Records show that all the office staff in this area are members of the mercenary unit. Pop, pop, pop... As bullets continue to strike, one after another, employees fall. Those who react quickly retrieve personal defense weapons from drawers or under desks—yet for Qin Feng, their counterattacks are negligible. Within less than ten seconds, twenty-some employees are killed. The gunfire creates a wave of panic, and at the other end, Isabel launches her own assault, firing with both hands and wielding a lightweight assault rifle, sweeping through the room and bringing down additional personnel. Anyone connected with Chishaka immediately reacts with resistance, while true employees simply head for the safety exits. Thus, it's clear at a glance who holds the power and who is merely ordinary. The gunfire grows increasingly loud, affecting the entire building, as everyone rushes to escape—leaving several elevators in partial failure. Not long after, the two units successfully rendezvous. "Sasha, how's the situation?" he asks with a smile. "Excellent—I believe if we go on to defeat one more enemy cycle, we'll eliminate at least eighty percent of them," says Isabella, who remains alert, firing toward one direction, and as a result, a man hiding behind cover is struck and falls. "Great—then let's go on and take down one more cycle," Qin replies, firing in both directions and eliminating the attackers. Below the office building, police officers and people fleeing in a hurry mingled together, forced to climb the stairs due to all the elevators being occupied—so much so that the assault team ended up spread out across the stairwell. After all, the floor where the firefight took place was over forty stories above ground, and even well-trained police officers found it difficult to reach in a short time. And even if they did make it, they often lost much of their combat strength. Thus, it was essentially a stage for Qin Feng and Isabella to perform. Just like in other organizational headquarters, although the staff were capable of fighting, they weren't among the strongest—so they inevitably ended up being slaughtered. With each burst of gunfire, more people fell. As for those who managed to escape with the crowd, Qin Feng and Isabella paid them little attention. A few survivors weren't significant; in fact, escaping from here didn't guarantee luck, since these individuals still had to face the relentless pursuit and encirclement orchestrated by the world's wealthiest man. The two reunited once again, exchanged a smile, and simultaneously sheathed their guns. With perfect synchrony, they leapt out of the window. When the police arrived, they’d likely find only a scattered scene of bodies lying in disarray. Of course, to prove this wasn’t a case of indiscriminate slaughter or a terrorist attack, the beautiful instructor had already sent an email to the local police, demonstrating that the company itself was, in fact, a terrorist organization. Once the officers understood this, they would surely praise their actions—and perhaps even consider awarding them the Good Citizen Award.