?Mobile reading A city in Central China, on the highest floor of an office building. Eighty Electronics Books – a well-known domestic company with annual revenues exceeding ten billion yuan, backed by the Celestial Rites Sect. "The chairman interrupted him: 'Don't try to justify yourself with the big picture. If it's not done, it's not done. I'm giving you three more months. If there's no improvement by then, I'll have to ask you to pack up and go!' The Executive General Manager looked deeply embarrassed, feeling utterly humiliated to say such a direct and unkind thing in front of so many senior executives. The chairman glanced at the others and added, 'If you can't deliver, you won't have a good outcome either. The plan was your initiative—your achievement when it's completed, your failure when it's not. There's recognition for accomplishments and penalties for shortcomings. Make that clear!' 'Understood,' the group replied, weakly. 'Hmph,' the chairman said, and slammed the door behind him." At that moment, one of the executive chairman's most loyal associates spoke up: "It's absolutely outrageous! Our business is deeply tied to international gold prices. Whenever gold prices decline, our profit margins naturally follow—this is something we simply can't control. So why are we being held responsible for it?" Another manager added: "Exactly. Moreover, the pace of economic recovery has indeed slowed down. Even the government of Huaxia has recently proactively reduced its target for GDP growth. Under such broader circumstances, even the most accomplished business leaders can't guarantee an increase in sales!" The third manager was even more forceful: "Our chairman is utterly indifferent—besides knowing how to make money, he keeps demanding that we generate more and more profits, without caring about anything else. He's like someone struck by lightning. Heaven above, please show mercy and strike him down!" "The Executive General Manager smiled, 'Kill him outright—who's going to pay us salaries if we don't? After all, the boss always does this—nobody minds if they earn more money.' Crack! A real thunderclap rang out outside. Everyone looked at each other, stunned—truly startled. It was still spring, and it was midday—how could there be thunder? More importantly, they had just been discussing thunder when it struck—how could they not be amazed? The manager wiped a cold sweat from his forehead and murmured to himself, 'This must be a natural phenomenon—after all, I'm not the one with bad luck!' At that moment, the Executive General Manager's phone rang. He pulled it out and saw it was from his secretary: 'Hello? What's going on?... What did you say? Please repeat it—word for word!' His face gradually turned pale, and everyone stared at him intently." After hanging up, he took a deep breath and said, "The security guard downstairs will call the secretary and tell her that our chairman just stepped out, was getting into his car, when a lightning strike hit him—his body was launched several meters into the air and then fell to the ground, dying instantly." "What?" Several people stared at him, blinking in disbelief at the man who had always believed himself to be a lucky one. "I didn't mean to say this on purpose," he began to defend himself. The general manager smiled wryly. "Now that the chairman's gone, who are we going to pay salaries to? We won't have to wait for three months anymore—we'd better start looking for a new home right away. Though the chairman wasn't the most admirable person, he was always fair and reasonable. Once his son or his wife takes over, with their characters, we'll all be in trouble. It's better to step down now and avoid being phased out." Everyone nodded in agreement. Below, a Humvee was parked by the roadside, and Qin Feng was seated inside. He looked at the emergency doctor announcing the unsuccessful resuscitation and smiled to himself, saying, "Though it was only a mid-level Lightning Seal, lightning isn't something ordinary people can withstand!" The chairman who had been struck dead wasn't merely fated by heaven—he had actually been avenged by Qin, the young heir. As the leading figure of the Tian Li Religious Group's commercial arm, he had previously followed Liu Su's lead, but recently had suddenly turned against her, opposing her at every turn. Upon investigation, it was discovered that he had personally met with the abbot. This suggested he may have received some private instructions from the abbot. After returning to Tian Li Religious Group, Liu Yun noticed that her niece, Liu Su, was gaining increasing power and risked becoming too dominant. Therefore, she decided to create subtle difficulties, gradually reclaiming power without anyone realizing it. Liu Su fully understood her aunt's strategy—within a few months, she would surely be sidelined. Yet launching a counteroffensive was no easy task. If she sent her own people to carry out the actions, there would inevitably be moments when things would unravel—resulting in far more than just the loss of power. Thus, she turned to Qin Feng and to the Bai He Sect. He started the engine and drove toward the outskirts of the city. Once he reached a quiet, uninhabited area, he would park the car in his Ring and use sword-flight to proceed to the next destination. In less than two days, all the names on the list had been successfully handled—smoothly and efficiently. This was largely due to Qin Da's background—he is one of the world's top assassins, and now a high-level cultivator. Handling a few targets has been a breeze, with no trace left behind to raise suspicion.