The person dressing in the room wasn't Naka Hidenori at all, but someone else. Qin Feng hurried over, grabbed the man by the neck, and demanded, "Where is Naka Hidenori? Tell me the truth if you don't want to die!" Suddenly, a woman beside him pulled a small katana from among the clothes and charged it toward his neck. "Unwise," he replied, lifting his right leg and kicking her hard—she flew into the wall and collapsed unconscious. The other two women who had yet to move also each received a solid kick. Qin, the young man from the Sun Kingdom, was never soft when it came to women, especially those who had chosen to aid the enemy. The man held tightly by the neck kept kicking wildly with his legs. Qin delivered a solid punch to his abdomen, and the man nearly choked on his leftover dinner. "Last chance," Qin Feng said, lifting him like a chicken chick and carrying him to the window. He was terrified and quickly told the truth: "Mr. Nakamura stays in another room. I'm just his stand-in; that's his habit—he never books a room under his own ID!" "Damn it," Qin said, completely stunned. He never expected to be fooled by a Japanese. "Where does he stay?" "Maybe on the lower floor, maybe in another room—I can't know for sure. Everything I've said is true. Please, just let me go!" "Kill you? I'm afraid I'd get my hands dirty." Qin Feng tossed him to the ground, then gave him a final kick as he left. With everyone injured, if he didn't take a few hits himself, how could it be fair? As he stepped out of the suite, he dialed He Muqing's phone: "Qingqing, there's something very important—I need you to immediately find out where Mr. Nakamura is. Yes, I missed him completely. For heaven's sake, he played me—'three burrows for one rabbit'—I'm not going to let him live!" He hadn't given up on his investigation—layer by layer, he meticulously checked every spot—yet still failed to find Mr. Nakamura Toshihisa. To say he felt no sense of disappointment would be a lie. When Qin, the young gentleman, arrived at the lobby, he punched the water fountain outside the hotel's entrance. If only he had listened to Isabel's advice and taken action last night instead of delaying until now. He quickly arrived at the special operations unit's command center, where the equipment was not only linked to the police and the Ministry of State Security, but also connected to the military. He first pulled up the civil aviation radar screen and pointed to a small red dot. "That's the Sun Nation aircraft that just took off. This has nothing to do with the airport staff. The aircraft had already indicated its intention to depart at any moment when it arrived. I've also traced the route of Zhongmura Junnan's car journey, thanks to the cameras along the roadside. The facts show he lives in a hotel just under three kilometers from the airport. From receiving the call from his subordinates to reaching the airport, it would take no more than six minutes!" "Mind you, I didn't expect the Sun Nation people to be so intelligent," he said, still unconvinced. "It's not their intelligence that's impressive," his leader replied, "but their careful and cautious approach. You don't need to feel overly responsible—how many people would have thought he'd assign a stand-in to stay in the presidential suite under his own name, while himself residing just a short distance from the airport?" "Qin Dashi pointed to the military radar screen beside him and said, 'Can we bring it down? There should be several air defense missile sites along the route, right?' 'Even if there aren't, the military can set up mobile sites. With our current air defense missile capabilities, bringing down a passenger jet is nothing short of routine.' He paused, then shifted tone: 'The reason matters—this is a passenger jet. Though it's a private aircraft, who can guarantee that the passengers on board are just Fujin Junnan? How could we possibly justify hitting it?' This indeed posed a serious challenge. Though the Celestial Dynasty and the Sun Country have had frequent disputes—sometimes even skirmishes over territorial claims in certain maritime regions—there has never been a full-scale conflict. Therefore, even if the matter were referred to Wei Qingtian, he would not agree to bring down a Sun Country passenger jet, as such an action would carry significant consequences." He slammed his palm on the table, "Are we really going to watch him go, doing nothing? No, I've got to do something!" He-Led grasped his arm and whispered, "I know you can fly on flying swords, but compared to a jet plane, your speed isn't even close—how are you supposed to catch up?" "You forgot, I also have a plane, and it's one that can take off at any moment," he said as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, speaking rapidly in European languages. After hanging up, he beamed, "Done! The plane sent by Gensens—top speed over 1,200 kilometers per hour. I think we can catch up with Nakamura Shun-nan!" He-Led nodded, "According to radar tracking, his plane is moving at 800 kilometers per hour—so yes, we can catch up." "I'm setting off right now. I'll try to catch him before he clears the skies of our country." Qin Dashi turned and walked off, only to pause after taking just a few steps and turn back to say, "He really should go through fighter pilot training. Next time, he could chase after the fighter jets himself—chasing even the outdated second-generation models would be child's play!" "Fine, give him a fighter jet to chase after—wouldn't it be better just to send the Air Force directly?" His leader gave him a withering look. "True enough," Qin replied, and disappeared without a trace. Twenty minutes later, a brand-new private plane took off smoothly and began to close in on the coordinates reported by the leader. On the Sun Nation's passenger jet, Junnatsu Nakamura held a glass of red wine, tilted it at a forty-five-degree angle, and smiled, saying, "It proves our preventive measures have worked. Without some clever maneuvers, we'd probably have been blocked by Qin Feng right now!" One of his subordinates praised him, saying, "Your foresight is truly outstanding—everyone truly admires you!" "Outstanding foresight? All that matters in the end is getting out alive." "He said rather unhappily, 'Like a stray dog, this isn't what I wanted. The Wushen Church has truly let me down. They've failed, and not even given us any prior notice. It seems they don't want any payment at all!' At that moment, the captain, stationed ahead, announced over the public address system, 'Sir, the radar shows a plane approaching from behind at high speed.'"