Kantros had been working in secret with Gossens prior to this. The eight-zero e-book project, first of all, was tied to military production and thus required confidentiality. Second, from the very beginning, Kantros had been setting up obstacles for Gossens, deliberately misleading him—so under these circumstances, how could he possibly publicize it? Though it was a strategic move, it hadn’t yet reached the point of open conflict. Even if the matter came to light, people would only know that Kantros was collaborating with the world’s richest man. Who would suspect Gossens of any wrongdoing in the event of his passing? Reflecting on this, Kantros felt a cold sweat. He realized he had underestimated Gossens. Throughout his political career, he had always believed that businessmen only had one choice—either to comply or to suffer, depending on his demands. Over time, he had come to treat them as mere subordinates. That was precisely why he had engineered this strategic trap for the world’s richest man. But he had forgotten one thing—no matter how high his status or powerful his influence, a single bullet could still prevail. "Let's talk it over, let's talk it over," he began to lower his tone. "What else is there to say?" Qin Feng pressed on, stepping firmly. "The two people who just left here—haven't you already arranged everything for them? Are you really going to continue doing business with Gensens?" "Of course," he insisted with conviction. "I swear I will never breach the agreement." Qin Daxiao's eyes brightened. "You swear?" "Yes, I swear," said Kondros, serious. "As long as you don't kill me, this deal remains with Gensens. And I will use my influence to strengthen both his position and his cooperation. Let any minor misunderstandings pass. I guarantee he will gain even greater benefits in the upcoming collaborations!" Qin Feng smiled. "I still prefer someone who knows how to adapt to the times. Since you've shown such awareness, let's just treat everything as if nothing ever happened. Shall we?" "Well, nothing at all happened," Kantros hurried to say. He lifted his foot and, while the other person had still not stood up, leaped out of the window. The first thing Kantros did when he stood up was to close the window, then sat down in his chair, breathing heavily. Didn't the security at the prime minister's residence rank among the highest? Then how had someone managed to break in? The cigar he had just praised only moments before was now folded in half and tossed into the trash can. Wiping the shoe prints from his face with a tissue, he muttered angrily, "Gensons, you've got it bad—sending assassins after me! Do you think I'm just some placeholder prime minister? Do you think my ten thousand troops are all vegetarians? Since you've already taken action, what do I have left to be polite about? Your business is through—watch out, I'll turn you from world's richest man into a beggar. You'll see!" That's what politicians are like—someone who just a few minutes ago was talking to you can be completely forgotten. To them, swearing was simply a synonym for lying—the more one swore, the less reliable it became. He sighed. A cold breeze blew in, casting another layer of gloom over his already poor mood. He couldn't understand how a mere merchant dared to hire assassins to target him, the Prime Minister, with such boldness. Didn't he just close the windows a moment ago? How could there be a breeze then? Turning back, he saw the windows were indeed open, and his heart skipped a beat—had the assassins not left? He turned back again, and there stood the very sight he didn't want to see: Qin Feng had returned, smiling warmly at him. Once again, he questioned whether the guards were merely eating their meals, allowing assassins to enter twice. "Those words I just said were truly your own sentiments, weren't they?" asked Qin, the young man. "No, no, I was just venting my frustrations—don't take it too seriously." He waved his hands vigorously, explaining, "I'm just expressing my concerns. The commitments I made earlier will definitely be fulfilled. Please reassure Gossens— I'm a man of my word. I'll never break my promise!" "Good heavens, don't belittle the word 'integrity'!" Qin Feng exclaimed in Mandarin, his hands flashing with white light, then leapt out the window. Kondros didn't understand. He only felt a sudden coolness on his neck, instinctively reached out to touch it, and found blood in his hands. Breathing grew difficult, blood sprayed out, and he tilted his head, falling face-first onto the table, eyes open and unblinking. For politicians accustomed to making promises only to enrich themselves, the most direct solution is to cut them down—without a single truth spoken. Such people simply aren't worthy of life. With Kondros gone, no further resistance remained. Gossens had already invested billions of euros, and the newly appointed prime minister could no longer ignore this reality—cooperation had to continue. Half an hour later, Kondros was found dead in his office. This news immediately took center stage in media outlets around the world—the assassination of the country's top leader is a rare occurrence. Moreover, no useful clues were found at the scene by military and police personnel. At his home, Gensens casually tossed aside today's newspaper, its front-page headline reading about the assassination of Kondros. "Uncle, has anyone contacted you?" Qin Feng smiled and sat down. "The newly appointed prime minister called me personally after learning about this partnership project, stating that the project will proceed as planned," he said with enthusiasm. "The new prime minister, just taking office, places great emphasis on stability. Since he is unaware of Kondros's conspiracy, continuing the cooperation is entirely logical." "That's good news—I'm finally not going to have wasted my trip," he shrugged. Gensens sat up straighter and looked at him. "I never expected you to directly eliminate Kondros—he is, after all, a national leader!" "Qin Feng's reply was simple: 'Who could he be, if not someone unwilling to repent, yet determined to mobilize the entire nation against you, Grand Uncle? Only when he dies can a truly satisfying resolution be achieved!' Gessen then asked, 'What if the newly appointed Prime Minister also refuses to continue cooperating?' 'Then, the question must be passed on to the next Prime Minister,' he said with deliberate emphasis. 'Only when someone is willing to cooperate can he continue to hold the office!' Grand Uncle nodded with satisfaction, saying, 'Decisive and resolute—indeed, I haven't been mistaken about you!' Isn't that obvious? In the past, it was my responsibility to carry out executions. Though now it may be unavoidable, as soon as he is dealt with, he will never hesitate. Especially those who pose a threat to the safety of those around him—must be eliminated at once, with no room for negotiation. Gessen added, 'It's said that behind Konderos there is not only his family and corporate networks, but also a mysterious organization known as the School of Witches and Spirits!' "What kind of Wuzheli Sect? I've never heard of it." He said indifferently. The elder smiled, "Better be cautious. I'm not exactly sure what the Wuzheli Sect does. They're said to be quite accomplished—should they investigate you, they won't let you off easily."