?Phone reading Castle, living room. Eighty Electronic Book A princess-dressed Aisha sat on the sofa, eating snacks while watching the news. Gessens walked in from outside and noticed that only his daughter was present in the room, so he asked, "Where is Xiao Feng and Isabella? They aren't here, are they?" "They just left," Aisha put down her snacks and replied, "They left in a hurry, without saying where they were going or when they would return." "Indeed, what on earth could these two possibly be doing?" Gessens had originally intended to entrust the security of this place to them, but given the current situation, they seem remarkably irresponsible. Suddenly, the news broadcast switched to a segment where the host explained: "A gunfight has broken out at the XXX Commercial Building in XX City. Initial reports indicate dozens of injuries and fatalities. Although police arrived promptly on the scene, they were unable to prevent the violence. However, according to intelligence provided by senior police officials, the company where the gunfight occurred is actually a terrorist organization known as the Red Kill Mercenaries." Both father and daughter stared in wide-eyed astonishment, while Gossen murmured, "It's the Red Kill's headquarters that's been taken out—could it be Qin Feng and Isabella did it!" At that moment, the host continued: "Employees who escaped the scene reported that only two gunmen were involved—one man and one woman—both of whom displayed exceptional accuracy." Gossen slammed the table. "It's definitely them—just two people managed to take down the enemy's stronghold. If only I had known this earlier, why did I spend so much money hiring all those bodyguards? And why did I bring an entire army just for this?" "Yaspo picked up the snacks again and said, 'It's not that the people you invited are bad—it's just that Xiao Feng and Sister Shasha are simply too strong. Now, with Chishā being badly injured, we won't have to keep hiding anymore!' 'Agreed,' the uncle nodded. 'But our defense standards can't be lowered. Once they return, I'm going to treat them properly!' By 'treat them properly,' he meant a sumptuous dinner and some valuable gifts. When it came to the gifts crafted from diamonds and precious stones, Qin Feng barely glanced at them, and Isabel did the same. This left Gossen feeling rather embarrassed. After all, these were masterpieces made by skilled artisans from the Tsar's era—beyond their monetary value, they carried significant historical and cultural worth. He had no idea that the two people before him were billionaires with assets in the billions, and thus simply didn't care about such modest offerings. Gesens was quickly overwhelmed by his daughter, and Isabella also soon made an excuse to leave, leaving only the two of them in the large restaurant. Yi Shibo sat directly on Qin Shao's thigh, speaking softly, "Husband, you've worked so hard—my gratitude is truly heartfelt!" "How should I be thanked? Shouldn't it be just like your father's approach?" he smiled. "Of course not," the young woman said, licking her lips. "My way of expressing gratitude is truly unique!" "Right here," he began to smile mischievously. "Go to the bedroom!" "Got it!" Not long after, a high-pitched cry came from the bedroom. With her father already unconscious, she could now shout freely and without restraint. ... In the heartland of America, the Death Angel removed her blood-stained white robe and tossed it carelessly to the floor. Federer, who had been lying in bed, stood up, moving his newly installed arm, and said, "Thank you, sir. I will never forget your kindness, and I will serve you faithfully." "Someone came in and said, 'Your Excellencies, we've just heard that the headquarters of the Chishā Guild has been taken over—by Qin Feng!' 'What?' Death Angel was startled. 'The Chishā Guild has also fallen into his hands!' Federle, however, smiled. 'This clearly shows that the young man is truly difficult to handle. With that, King Fēlē's penalties against us will be somewhat reduced!' Chishā is not under the Death Angel's jurisdiction—it's managed by another division. 'Yet that still isn't acceptable. A relatively young Qin Feng has already ruined four of our business ventures.' He shook his head. 'King Fēlē will be even more furious. Our penalties won't lessen at all. What we must do is eliminate him before the penalties are imposed—by doing so, we'll make up for the losses!' Federle nodded and asked, 'Shall we head to Europe now? If we're too late, perhaps that young man will have already returned to Huáxià!' "The Bloodline and the Immortal Realm have been bitter rivals. If Qin Feng truly returned to China, they'd lose their chance to strike. Unless they were ready to go head-to-head with the entire Immortal Realm. If the Death Angel possessed a Count's strength, he might dare to make a move. But even if they lent him courage, he'd still hesitate to challenge the Immortal Realm. 'Arrange the plane immediately—we're leaving right away!' ... Yash's combat strength has grown increasingly formidable, enduring for two full hours—more than double what she achieved the previous days. Qin's satisfaction was at its peak. After the rain cleared, he simply embraced the beautiful woman contentedly. 'Husband, when should I tell Dad about everything?' she asked, breathing softly. 'Wait until I've left,' Qin Feng replied. He wasn't afraid of Gersons. He simply knew that eliminating Chishā would certainly draw the Death Angel's personal attention, and that another fierce battle would follow." The young lady nodded, found the most comfortable spot in his arms, and said, "Dad will be surprised, but he'll surely recognize us—I'm certain!" They embraced and fell asleep. Isabella remained alert, just as clearly aware that the Death Angel would surely come to exact her revenge. Nothing unusual happened overnight. The next morning, they bid farewell to the Gossens children and headed toward the mountainous region to the north. Since they couldn't win a direct confrontation, they would set up traps—otherwise, at least they'd cut off another arm from Federle, leaving them with something tangible. In a quiet valley, traps quickly spread throughout, waiting for the enemy to make the move. If not for concern about disturbing the environment, Qin Feng even wanted to install a small nuclear warhead there, to see just how well the vampire race could withstand the blast. After completing all preparations, they settled behind a large, sheltered stone, enjoying a hearty meal. "Sasha, are our traps really solid?" He still felt a bit uncertain. "There are no blind spots," Isabella replied. "Once you've entered, don't think you'll leave unscathed. Just relax—by the way, our primary objective this time: Federer, or the Angel of Death?" "Of course, we pick the soft spots first," he said without hesitation. "Take out Federer first. Without him supporting us, our chances of defeating the Angel of Death will greatly improve." "Understood," the beautiful instructor nodded. Just as they were halfway through their meal, she sensed two vampire lords approaching at high speed. She spoke firmly, "They're here. We'll split up and act accordingly."