Qin Feng simply didn't take Gessen's words seriously, snorting, "That's great! I've actually been idle these past couple of days, feeling a bit restless!" Gessen realized that no matter what he said, it would fall on deaf ears, so he switched the subject: "When you leave Europe for China, don't forget to bring Apis with you!" This request proved difficult for Qin, the young lord—after all, Apis was his only daughter; how could he possibly part with her? Before Qin could ask any questions, the elder brother volunteered the reason: "Apis has already become a cultivator. Moving to China will be beneficial for her future development. Of course, whenever you're free, come visit me in Europe regularly—I'll send you two private jets, along with ground crew. How does that sound?" "That sounds wonderful!" Qin, far from being a fool, couldn't possibly refuse, smiling warmly. "I've heard that parking private jets at the airport is quite expensive!" The elder man gave him a withering look and huffed, "Alright, I'll cover all the airport docking fees, maintenance costs, and fuel expenses—nothing you need to worry about. Just give a call to the flight crew whenever you'd like to use the plane!" "Oh, sir, you're so kind!" he began to act smug, "After all, I'm also a well-off person—these costs are quite manageable for me." "Fine," the elder man huffed, "I said it's all covered, and it's all covered! Now, you still won't call me... what was it again? I mean, not 'uncle' or something like that!" Qin, without hesitation, replied, "My father-in-law, and then your future father-in-law, right?" "Father-in-law!" the elder man repeated, awkwardly using the stiff Chinese pronunciation, then smiled, "Yes, that's exactly it. From now on, you're to call me that—no more 'uncle'!" Well, seeing as you've generously donated two planes, I'll call you uncle—after all, I'm not losing anything, heh-heh. …… In the darkness, the Anger Angel devoured a chunk of even darker meat with great gusto, while the Death Angel stood by, disdainful, as though he were about to be sick. "I'm telling you, Anger Angel," he said with irritation, "as a high-ranking vampire, you don't even need to eat—so why eat at all? Why not go for something better? Are you so broke that you can't afford even a grilled beef steak? How can you stomach something so repulsive?" The Anger Angel paused, wiped his mouth, and replied, "What I like to eat is my own affair—what's it to you? Besides, this is smoked meat—it turns black from the smoke, so what's so disgusting about it? Don't you find it equally unpleasant when you drink human blood?" The Death Angel nearly lost his patience, sniffing, "Alright, then—what do you want from me? I'm not interested in watching you eat like a pig!" The Wrathful Angel slammed the table and shouted, "Do you want to fight me now? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" "Then fight! Who's afraid of whom?" The Death Angel was equally fiery and immediately assumed a fighting stance, showing no intention of backing down. "Wait—before we fight, I have something to say." The Wrathful Angel finally remembered his purpose. "A couple of days ago, I fought Qin Feng and his companions, and I came out on the losing end!" "What?" The Death Angel suddenly lost his fighting spirit and asked, "How is that possible? Those two aren't particularly strong. When they faced me, they only managed to clutch their heads and retreat. How could they have defeated me?" The Wrathful Angel delivered the details as concisely as possible. The Death Angel's brows grew increasingly furrowed. "This clearly shows that their strength has significantly improved—those Chinese cultivators are far from negligible. Have you found out who that bloodline woman is?" "Anger shook his head, saying, "I've already tapped into my connections here—there's simply no girl like her among the major families. I never even heard of her before. From what I've observed, she's at least at the level of a Baron, possibly approaching a Viscount!" The Death Angel's expression darkened. He regretted not having secured both of them last time. Now, just a few days later, their strength had grown so significantly. "What exactly do you want me to do by calling me here?" he asked, his voice steady. "An alliance," said Anger. "Uninterested," replied the Death Angel, turning and walking off, adding, "I won't compete with you for credit—this matter should be handled by you. Don't even think about trying to take credit from me!" Anger watched him go, only breaking into a tirade once he was well out of sight: "Do you think I'm eager to join forces with you? You're giving me the cold shoulder! I'm not exactly outmatched by them—I've always broken them down one by one, never had a problem with that. Now you want to take credit from me? What can I do?" "... The atmosphere across Europe has been tense lately, due to a series of terrorist incidents. The two most significant ones—the assassination of Prime Minister Kondros and the battle between the Red Kill Mercenaries—were both orchestrated by Qin Dashi. With these events acting as catalysts, the previously hidden terrorist groups have now begun to emerge en masse, leaving the police overwhelmed. Qin Feng does not feel personally responsible. These terrorists were always latent threats, like bombs concealed in the shadows, ready to explode at any moment; he merely triggered them earlier. His father-in-law, Su Kui, called to report that his Tangren Guild has expanded its territory significantly, drawing in many new members amid the surge of terrorist incidents, thus strengthening its power. Regarding this seasoned figure in the underworld, Qin Dashi sees no pressure. Today's weather is pleasant, so Qin Feng took Yapo out for a stroll. " Isabella is also there, though she's responsible for discreet protection rather than walking beside Qin Dashi. Just the presence of a Yapo is enough to draw crowds on the street; with several more beautiful women added, traffic would surely come to a standstill. Europe truly is the paradise for the wealthy—on even a modest street, you'll find numerous boutique stores offering an array of luxury brands and products. Last time Su Wu accompanied him back home, she bought a large quantity of items, and Yapo was no exception—whenever she spotted something she liked, she immediately went shopping. "Husband, there's a men's clothing store ahead, quite a reputable brand—let's take a look," the young woman said, while shopping for herself, also selecting a few items for Qin Dashi. "Really?" he was slightly puzzled—the store appeared quite ordinary. "Indeed, all their products are designed by renowned designers and are limited editions, hard to find elsewhere," the young woman insisted, pulling him along without hesitation. No wonder—the store may be small, but the clothing and shoes inside are well-chosen and meticulously crafted. The young lady quickly helped him select a set of clothes and said to the server, "I'll take this set—let me have it tried on by my male friend!" Before the server could respond, a voice from behind said, "I'll take this set—please remove it and wrap it up."