The long sword cleanly pierced the Death Angel through and through, causing cardiac arrest. Without waiting for Isabella to speak, Qin Feng had already placed a flame bomb beneath the body of the Death Angel. A tremendous explosion followed, engulfing the area in a blazing fire that soon reduced everything around it to ashes. "Didn't you get hurt, Xiao Feng?" she asked with genuine concern. Shaking his head, he replied, "Just some minor internal injuries—nothing serious. I'll recover quickly!" "Then that's good news," the beautiful officer said, gently taking him by the arm. "Now that we've taken out the Death Angel, all we need to do is defeat the Angry Angel, and then we can truly rest easy." That sounded rather overly optimistic—besides them two, there was still the King of Ferre and two more adversaries who hadn't yet been dealt with. How could they truly feel secure until all of them were vanquished? Yet Qin, the young lord, wouldn't dampen the momentum of his victory just at this moment. The two returned to their residence, having searched for several days without success in locating the Wrathful Angel. "He must have taken refuge somewhere," Qin Feng analyzed. Last time, the Wrathful Angel had fled in panic, indicating he was a man who valued his life—once he learned of the Death Titan's fate, he would surely instinctively retreat. Isabel sighed in agreement: "I think so too. The European region is vast; once he hides, it becomes extremely difficult to track him down." With that, the two decided to return home first. As for the King of Fere's counterattack, they would have to rely on the principle of 'meet challenges with the right forces, and respond to water with soil.' The plane landed at the provincial city airport. This was one of the private aircraft gifted to him by Gessen. Inside, the interior was luxurious and spacious, featuring a bedroom, study, kitchen, and bathroom, plus a small bar and a movie theater. Owning his own aircraft was truly convenient—when he wanted to take off, he could; when he wanted to land, he could. Everything was entirely at his discretion. Perhaps出于 a safety consideration, Gensens did not equip the aircraft with attractive flight attendants, but rather staffed it entirely with middle-aged men in their forties. ... In the heart of Europe, a tall young man from the Sun Country entered the room. This tall young man, standing at 1.65 meters, carried a proud expression, his face marked by several fresh bruises that looked quite comical. Indeed, he was Nakamura Shun-nan. Among the Sun Country people, his height was truly tall, and with his entourage consisting of all short, slightly bowed-legged warriors no taller than 1.60 meters, he stood out even more. Sitting in the room was an elderly European man in a gray-white uniform. Originally intending to rise and greet him, he decided against it, not wanting to dampen the confidence of this self-assured Sun Country young man. "Mr. Nakamura, please sit," the elder said warmly. After sitting down, Naka Toshihiko got straight to the point: "People from our sunny country aren't used to indirect communication. So I'll be direct: we've come to you this time to seek cooperation!" "What kind of cooperation, and what are the terms of compensation?" the elder replied in a straightforward manner. "Midori clenched his teeth and said, 'He's my enemy. His name is Qin Feng, a Chinese national who is not only a businessman but also a military officer within the Chinese armed forces. He's quite difficult to handle, which is why I'm willing to offer such a substantial fee. I'm not withholding this information because of our tradition—our people don't like to lie or deceive. That's all!' The elder thought, well, what kind of human nature do the Sun people have? The world knows well. Not being transparent isn't because you're honest—it's because you're clever. Even if you don't say the truth, I'll find out within a short time, and then everyone will be embarrassed. 'Agreed,' the elder said, taking the photograph. Midori Junnan smiled satisfied and stood up, saying, 'I hope your Wuli Jin family won't let me down. If you fail to fulfill your obligations, you won't receive a single cent from me!' With that, he turned and walked away. In recent days, he had requested a thorough background check on Qin Feng. Upon learning that Qin Feng held the rank of an internal guard officer, he found the matter quite complicated—ordinary assassins would find it difficult to resolve it satisfactorily. Thus, he reached out to his long-time friend, a partner with Nakamura Corporation over the years. The Wushi Sect, a mysterious organization with roots stretching back hundreds or even thousands of years, stands alongside the vampire clans, the werewolves, and the Papal Guard in Europe—few people truly know its inner workings. The elder stood up from his chair, smiled with deep intention: "Nakamura-san, please rest assured—we have never failed a task yet!" Without realizing it, Nakamura turned to look back. His broad, donkey-like face lengthened instantly, as the elder stood over 1.85 meters tall, nearly a full head taller than him. This made Nakamura, a tall man from the Sun Kingdom, feel uneasy. He huffed, then quickened his pace. Only after the tall man disappeared from sight did the elder smile: "Just like your dead-pan grandfather—utterly unbearable. Yet, this deal is simply perfect. Zhongmeng Corporation's fixed assets here exceed 150 million euros, with annual revenues surpassing 50 million. One has to wonder—how exactly has Mr. Zhongmeng been so thoroughly irritated by the Chinese people that he's invested so heavily!" ... The new headquarters of the Qin Group had completed the remaining foundation projects, with both exterior and interior renovations underway simultaneously. The workers were bustling and enthusiastic. Qin Feng, like everyone else, was pretending to be serious, wearing a safety helmet and inspecting several floors. President Mei Hui, assistant Fang Fang, and HR manager Luo Man—the three beautiful women—had all arrived, surrounding Qin the young man, making him unconsciously feel proud. "Huihui, Fangfang, the project progress is truly impressive," he sincerely remarked, then added, "All this is thanks to you—back at the office, I'll reward you!" "Hey, don't forget my contribution!" the beautiful manager protested. "It was I who proposed dividing the different floors among separate companies and establishing a top engineering bonus award, and all these interior design firms were personally introduced by me!" Mei Hui smiled and said, "Indeed, Manman is truly outstanding. Under her arrangement, several companies now compete with one another, and both the project timelines and material quality have surpassed the contract specifications!" "Really?" Qin, the young magnate, looked at Luoman with thoughtful intent. "Of course," the beautiful manager straightened her posture, clearly boosting her confidence. Qin then shifted his tone and asked, "And regarding the interior design firms you selected—did any of them receive kickbacks from you?"