A black-clad man lay on the ground, face down. She quickly knelt down and called out, "Mr. Are you all right? Did you get hurt? I really didn't see you there..." He showed no response. She extended her hands and turned him over. "Mr., I didn't mean to bump into you. It's so late—how did you end up right at the tunnel entrance?" She nearly used all her strength to turn his upper body over, but when she saw his face, she gasped, "Qin Sang! How is it you? It's really you! I didn't mean to hit you—I'm not going to be frightened!" She immediately noticed that Qin Feng had no obvious external injuries, and there were no issues with his bones throughout his body. The only thing was, his forehead was very hot. "Qin Sang, don't scare me," she said, "what's really happened to you?" Qingzi felt a bit overwhelmed. Suddenly remembering that there were some ice cubes in the car refrigerator in the trunk, she quickly walked to the back, retrieved the ice cubes, placed them in a bag, and then pressed them against Qin Feng's forehead. She really wanted to get him onto the vehicle, but after several attempts, she could only lift his upper body. The cold compress proved effective—slowly, Qin Feng's eyes began to open, and the blurry vision gradually sharpened. He saw a familiar face. "Qingzi," he said, a wry smile playing on his lips, "I must be dreaming. Otherwise, how could you have appeared here!" Qingzi immediately replied, "Qin San, you're not dreaming. I am indeed Qingzi. What's wrong with you? Did I hit you? Can you walk? Would you like me to help you get onto the car?" Qin Feng, his voice weak, answered, "I've been poisoned. Did you hit me? I don't feel any other injuries besides this poisoning." "Then let me take you to the hospital." "With Qingzi's help, he finally managed to sit up. "We can't go to the hospital—my identity would be exposed," she said. The cold compress had worked well; at least it kept him somewhat conscious. "Besides, the hospital simply can't detoxify me. You just need to take me to a safe place, and I'll handle the detoxification myself..." "Really?" She struggled to lift him into the back seat. "It should be fine," he replied, half lying, half sitting, and pointing to the ice pack on his forehead. "This will help. I'll do my best to stay awake. If I pass out again, just keep adding more ice. No matter what happens during this time, don't panic. To me, anything you find astonishing will simply be normal. Remember that?" Qingzi nodded firmly. "Qin Sang, please rest assured—I'll follow every word you've said!" There was a significant dent on the hood, fortunately the engine and other internal components remained undamaged and the car could still keep running. Qingzi drove with great care, accelerating and braking smoothly, afraid of affecting Qin Feng behind. As for Qin, while still conscious, he directed his qi to circulate through the full cycle—though this was the most basic and least efficient method for healing and detoxification, it was also the safest, since the Detox Pill had clearly lost its effectiveness and was now their final resort. As the qi continued to circulate, white vapor began to rise from the top of his head. Qingzi couldn't open the windows, so she set the air conditioning's ventilation function to maximum. Qin Feng's complexion shifted from white to blue, then green, then red, and later turned yellow—seeming quite strange. She certainly couldn't have accepted it without prior explanations, though even with her expectations in place, she still felt terrified, fearing Qin Feng wouldn't make it. Using the navigation system, she pinpointed a spot remote from human activity, where the winter temperature was maintained due to the shaded conditions, allowing her to easily find ice. Half an hour later, the car came to a stop beside the roadside, revealing a vast ice lake spanning over several dozen square kilometers. Turning back to Qin Feng, she saw him with his eyes closed, his complexion still fluctuating, but a welcome sign was that his breathing had stabilized and seemed to be improving. The ice packs from earlier had long since melted into water. From the trunk, she retrieved the tools used for ice harvesting, shed her outer coat, and walked toward the ice lake. A while later, breathing heavily, she carried a bundle of fragmented ice filled with her coat and approached him, spreading the ice blocks generously over his body. With the ice, the strange color on his face had lightened somewhat. Seeing that it was working, Aki, who had already been exhausted, didn't pause to rest and immediately went back to the work zone toward the ice lake. Swoosh—A vehicle resembling a bullet shot out from the corridor, landing gently on the soft ground and sliding forward before coming to a slow stop. Thump—the cover above was opened from inside. Muneyoshi Nakamura extended one hand, grasping the edge and standing up. His face, slightly pale and streaked with debris, began to cough as soon as he emerged. Inside the vehicle, the interior had been completely ruined by his vomiting. When he entered the vehicle, the high speed had caused his stomach to churn, and the enclosed space only made the discomfort worse. He managed to climb down awkwardly, hands and knees, and sat heavily on the ground, breathing heavily. At that moment, a man walked by from the side—none other than Kōga Ichiku, the head of the Kōga school. Kōga Ichiku smiled gently and immediately instructed the people behind him, "What are you waiting for? Go fetch Mr. Nakamura and help him up. He's our client—how could we let him suffer like this?" This was all performance. If Kōga Ichiku truly cared about Mr. Nakamura, he would have sent someone to assist him earlier, rather than standing by and watching him struggle to get out of the vehicle, only then speaking up. Two black-robed ninjas approached and made to lift him. Nakamura Jun'nan murmured, "No, I can manage on my own. Kōga-senpai, you arranged both the vehicle and the underground passage, didn't you? Why didn't you inform me in advance so I could prepare?" Kōga Ichiku smiled, "I didn't want to keep you in the dark—only just recently was the passage completed, and I hadn't remembered to tell you!" "Ah, really?" Nakamura Hironori stood up wobbly, staring at him for several seconds, then said, "Did you think I wouldn't have figured it out? You're afraid that if I knew about this beforehand, I'd flee as soon as Qin Feng arrives—once I'm gone, he won't enter the villa, and your people will have no chance to strike, correct?"