The phone reading: Qin Feng blinked, "Are you asking the assistant not to spend any money? It's just one person's job, yet it's being split between two—my money is burning out!" Lu Man pouted, huffed, "Your money is already abundant. Spending a bit more to support a few more people won't kill you!" "Heh. Eighty-Electronic Book," Qin, the young magnate, gave a knowing, sly look at the beautiful manager, saying, "I'll certainly take care of you—just as long as you become my girlfriend. Don't even think about hiring an assistant; if I need to hire two deputy managers for you, that'll be no problem!" Lu Man was not satisfied, saying, "Wait a minute, boss—can't you be a bit more generous? Isn't it a bit awkward to say this in front of your two girlfriends?" "I didn't hear a word of it," He Muqing stated. "I'll always support Xiao Feng's decisions," Shu Yajing added. Qin, the younger brother, laughed even more, saying, "Hear that? It proves once again that I've been quite good at handling things. Manman, just give up now!" The beautiful manager raised her chin, saying, "I believe in fate, but I never surrender. If you want my heart, you'll have to keep working on it!" "Alright," Qin nodded, saying, "There will come a day—soon, in fact!" He understood that Luoman had some thoughts she couldn't easily express in front of the two women. If it were just the two of them, things might have already worked out. Thus, haste makes waste—this is a rule that never fails. As for the cleanup work, it's certainly up to our hardworking police officers. They've already been busy handling the evacuation, and they've come all the way from afar with such a large team. If they were only doing such a modest task, wouldn't that be a great waste of their talents? Half an hour after the three had left, the staff was finally allowed in to find the scene in disarray, and the manager was nearly in tears. A group of people were busy clearing up the mess, when one of them walked in, astonished and asked, "What's going on? Are you closing for the day?" "Of course we're closing! The guests have all been driven away by the police!" The manager raised his head with some impatience, his mind clearly agitated and his tone not very kind. Standing at the entrance was a middle-aged foreigner, well-dressed and composed, with only slightly pale skin. If any of the inexperienced young girls had seen him, they would surely have been enchanted and exclaimed, "Oh, sir!" "The police came," the man said, frowning slightly, then asked, "By the way, did four other foreigners also leave?" "We don't know." "The manager replied, 'They were kept until the end, and I didn't see any of the four of them come out. As for what happened inside, the police won't say anything—yet you should be able to tell from the atmosphere that there was a fierce struggle!' A vein of resentment flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He even detected a familiar scent in the air, mingled with blood. His four key subordinates—likely all dead now. The manager added a layer of caution, wondering if the police were referring to the four foreign nationals. Since this man claimed to be one of their companions, he was probably a fellow conspirator. 'Thank you for the interruption,' the man said, turning and walking away. The manager called a server and said, 'Go after him immediately—find out where he's going, then call me!' The server looked puzzled, asking, 'Manager, why are we following him?' 'You don't understand! Just go after him. Where's the need for all this chatter?' The manager pushed him gently, not forgetting to add, "Remember to be careful—he might be a dangerous person!" The server, suddenly weak-kneed, exclaimed, "Then you'd better find someone else—I'm afraid!" "Hmph! I've taken good care of you for a thousand days, and now I'm relying on you at this very moment. Don't let me down—go right now!" The manager adopted the strategy of "rewarding courage": "If this works out, I'll give you a bonus, plus one week of paid leave!" The server beamed, clapping his chest confidently, "No problem—just wait for my news!" Watching the server leave, he picked up the phone, "Hello, this is XXX Bar. We just received a call from someone who came in..." Qin Feng drove his car toward the roadside, then turned around and reversed. The officer, Shu, asked, "Why are you turning around? Did something fall off at the bar?" "No," he replied, "The bar staff just called to report that a middle-aged foreigner came looking for those four people, suspecting him of being an associate of the drug dealer!" "Partner, then he's also a vampire. I didn't expect there to be a fifth one. How come they didn't act together?" He questioned skeptically. Roman analyzed: "I believe this person is definitely the superior of the four. Going to nightclubs to attract customers—something that requires no technical skill—is something a leader would certainly be unwilling to do personally!" "That makes sense," Qin Feng said as he pressed down on the accelerator. "The staff at the bar are quite perceptive—they've even sent someone to follow up. But vampires aren't easy to handle. If that server isn't sharp, he might be in serious trouble. Qingqing, track the server's phone signal immediately and pinpoint his location. We're going right over there!" He pulled out the equipment from his wallet and began tracking. Soon, a small red dot appeared moving on the tablet screen. She reported: "He's south of the intersection of XX Street and XXX Road. Based on his movement speed, he's walking—quite steadily, not rushing!" "When the car had traveled a usual distance, He Leaded frowned: 'The red dot has stopped moving—something must have gone wrong!' 'We should accelerate,' Qin, the young man, said firmly. One minute later, the car came to a stop by the roadside, and the four of them quickly jumped out, heading toward a nearby alley. At the far end of the alley, a man lay dead. From his attire, it was clear he was one of the bar's servers. Roman knelt down, using his gloves to examine the body and said: 'There are no obvious external injuries on the victim—only two small blood spots on the right side of his neck. His body is pale and cold to the touch, with no signs of struggle. He must have been killed suddenly while unaware of what was happening...' The red dot had remained fixed in place from the moment the incident occurred until the three arrived—only three minutes had passed. Yet, within that short span, the man's body had cooled to such an extent that it now felt completely cold." Romance continued, "The skin and muscle tissue are stiff, the complexion pale—if I'm not mistaken, the blood within this body has been completely drained!" This is a concrete method of murder. The mid-aged vampire didn't intend to transform the victim into a fellow vampire; he simply wanted to eliminate the body swiftly to escape, avoiding any potential clues the victim might provide to the police. Qin Feng glanced at it carefully and remarked, "Clearly, this mid-aged vampire is far more powerful than a typical foreigner. With a fifth vampire involved, everyone should remain cautious. The other party will likely easily uncover that this operation was led by you three, and may well take retaliatory actions."