While reading on phone, Ma Zhifei looked timid and deferential. Qin Feng glanced down at him, his eyes conveying clear disdain. This subtle shift in expression was clearly noticed by Ma Zhifei, an intelligence officer whose professional training required deep understanding of human psychology—he was certain he had survived. Indeed, Qin Feng, growing impatient, said, "Just get out of here—I hate people like you, who are always switching sides!" "Thank you, thank you," Ma said, picking up two garments from the floor and rushing out of the room. As he dressed, he quickly moved away from the hotel, only pausing when he reached the street behind it, leaning on the wall, breathing heavily and saying, "That was too close! Good thing I was alert—otherwise, I’d have been in serious trouble!" Just as he finished speaking, a sharp "whoosh" sounded behind him—like a flying dagger slicing through the air. Unfortunate—someone had launched a surprise attack. He instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late— a silver dagger struck precisely into his back. Pfft… The next moment, Ma Zhifei’s body collapsed to the ground, unable to move. He struggled to turn his head, murmuring, “You broke your word. You… you…” Isabella stepped out from the darkness calmly and declared, “Ma, you’re mistaken. It was I who killed you!” “You’re… working together…” Ma Zhifei, though still stunned, could see it clearly. Qin Feng approached from the other direction, smiling, “We are indeed allies. But I’m a man of my word—I promised not to kill you, so I didn’t. Still, I cannot prevent others from doing so, can I?” “Save me… I still have a lot of information you’d find valuable…” Ma Zhifei reached for the last possible lifeline. Qin Dashi shook his head. "It's precisely because you know so much—so much about the corrupt dealings of the politicians—that the harmonious Celestial Dynasty can't possibly accommodate you. So, just go ahead and rest easy. The things you find interesting, you can tell to the Lord of the Underworld when you arrive in the afterlife!" The beautiful officer flipped her wrist, and the dagger returned to her hand. Blood, black and crimson, gushed from Ma Zhifei's wound. Stabbed through the heart, with a blade carrying strong toxicity—the very presence of the poison now makes even a god's descent impossible to save him. Not a single drop of blood remained on the dagger. She kicked Ma Zhifei, who had already gone completely still, and asked, "Xiaofeng, the mission is complete. Shall we be going now?" "Indeed," he replied, gently wrapping his arms around her waist and smiling. "Though I'll arrange my itinerary as soon as possible. Since we've come, we must surely experience the local scenery and cuisine, and pick up a good supply of gifts. Otherwise, we'd return empty-handed!" Not long after the two had left, a dark figure appeared here. He knelt down, carefully examined Ma Zhifei's appearance and wounds, then quickly departed. ... In the capital, the Guan household. Guan Liye was sweating profusely, pacing back and forth in the room. Guan Wenfeng yawned and entered, asking, "Dad, what's going on? We have to talk about this tonight—just now I'd just fallen asleep!" Guan Liye, with a serious expression, replied, "Something bad might happen. Just now, we received a message from Southeast Asia stating that Ma has been killed!" "That's good news," Guan Wenfeng brightened up and smiled, "Once he's gone, no one will know he had any connection with us. And even if someone does find out, there'll be no proof!" Guan Liye shook his head, saying, "If Ma had died at the hands of someone else, we'd certainly be safe. But now he's been killed by Qin Feng. Do you think Qin Feng is a mere lamp that burns quietly?" "Qin Feng—again, it's this guy." Guan Wenfeng's eyes blazed with anger as he gritted his teeth, saying, "This young man has caused us endless trouble—has even driven us to turn against the Wei family. He killed Mr. Ma himself. This isn't just a simple matter. If I'm not mistaken, he must already have certain evidence that's detrimental to my father!" Guan Lijie added, "That's exactly what I'm worried about. Once he returns to China, the old Wei will surely launch an attack against our Guan family!" Guan Wenfeng coldly remarked, "Then let him never make it back. If he's choosing to meet his end on his own, why not make it so?" "Qin, while placing his luggage into the overhead storage compartment, murmured: 'When did we become so stingy? We're being assigned business class—minimum, we should have been given premium class. After all, we've given our lives for the country. Isn't this treatment a bit pitiful?' Isabel smiled and said: 'Well, business class is already quite good. Didn't you notice how many people are in economy class? As for those in premium class, how many of them actually paid for their tickets out of their own pockets!' 'We haven't paid out of our own pockets either,' he said, turning to the premium class seats. 'It's precisely that which makes me angry. Those well-built, well-dressed individuals—clearly just using the excuse of business visits to enjoy a vacation. Why should the corrupt officials enjoy such privileges, while we—those who risk our lives to serve the nation—end up falling short?'” The beautiful officer shrugged lightly and said in a soft voice, "Next time you raise your voice, please don't drag me into it—my country isn't yours. I do everything solely for you!" "Hmm," Qin, the young lord, looked embarrassed. How could others always receive praise and applause when they spoke confidently, while every time he did, he ended up being mocked? It seemed clear now—his friends truly weren't someone who could comfortably lie. How could being so sincere and generous ever be beneficial? A few moments later, the plane began to taxi and smoothly lifted off into the air. Yet Isabella's expression grew increasingly troubled. She asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you unwell? I never thought you'd suffer from airsickness—what's going on?" The officer lowered her voice and said, "There might be bombs on board our plane!" "What?" Qin Da was surprised and immediately shook his head, saying, "It's impossible. If there were any danger, I would have felt it before you—my sixth sense has always been stronger than yours, hasn't it?" The beautiful officer replied, "That's because the bomb was located in the first-class section, while you've always been focused on your own seat in business class, resenting the stout officials. Your mindset has actually affected your sixth sense." The officer spoke seriously, not in jest, so Qin Feng had no reason to doubt anything.