Isabella is a girl with a traditional nature. Although each time she lies on the bed, she often adopts modest positions as requested by Qin Dashi, she generally doesn’t initiate such actions on her own. In today’s field setting—bed as ground, sky as blanket—her initial sense of bashfulness quickly fades under Qin Feng’s swift advances. She opens her mouth and cries out loudly, her voice filling the entire valley. Fortunately, since there were no other people present, the only disturbance was a startled flock of birds and some small animals—no lasting impact on the environment. Qin Dashi, thoroughly engaged, prolongs the scene indefinitely. The beautiful instructor gives her all, and they continue until the sky turns pale blue, at which point they call it a day. With a mere thought, Qin Dashi guides them both into the small pavilion and settles them onto a beach chair by the lake. The beautiful officer gasped, "Little Feng, you're truly a soul-dead guy—how can you stay this persistent? I feel like I'm about to collapse!" "Hey, if I weren't persistent, how would I have managed to gather so many girlfriends?" He grinned. "Sasha must be exhausted. Let's take a break—let Xiao Ding just fly on his own to the Central Plains!" Xiao Ding immediately protested, but when the word "toilet" came up, he once again bowed to the irresistible charm of Qin's youth. This matter is known only to a few top figures in the Chinese military and political circles and has been classified as a state secret. In fact, European countries have done the same—imagine what would happen if the general public found out there were vampires living among them! Since the initiative was spearheaded by He Muqing from the very beginning, Wei Qingtian feels particularly proud, as his granddaughter and her husband have brought him considerable prestige. As for rewards, the elder feels at a loss, since these achievements cannot be openly acknowledged—promotion or financial bonuses simply aren't feasible. Fortunately, this time Qin's young lord didn't press for recognition, otherwise the elder would have truly struggled. Major customs offices across China have intensified their scrutiny of incoming travelers, especially Europeans and those holding European passports, who now stand out as key investigation targets. At one customs post, staff members received a passport from the visitor, opened it, and asked, "Sunrise nation?" "Yes," replied a head outside the counter. Because the person from the Sun Kingdom was so tall and wild, merely a head taller than the counter's one-meter-two height, their body was completely out of sight. "What brings you to China?" the staff asked routinely. "The Sun Kingdom giant replied, "Tourism—I'd like to experience the beautiful scenery of the Celestial Kingdom!" "Very well. Please note your visa dates and make sure you leave before it expires, or you'll face complications." The staff said rather bluntly. "I understand," the giant responded politely, bowing slightly—only to vanish entirely as he bent down. There was no way around it; the counter was simply too high, blocking the giant completely. Europeans' strictness stemmed from top-down mandates, but the strictness shown toward the Sun Kingdom people came not from policy, but from genuine contempt—deep-rooted, heartfelt disdain. From the decades-old war of invasion to the earlier incident involving the armed merchant ships, China had grown deeply resentful of the Sun Kingdom people. Yet this larger-than-life Sun Country gentleman proved quite polite. Even though he was completely blocked by the counter during the bowing ceremony, he still performed it with perfect form. He carried on through the dedicated entrance, and the staff murmured, “Sun Country names are truly unusual—what about Kage-Isamu? Can’t they just choose something more pleasant?” Aside from customs, Kage-Isamu boarded the high-speed train directly for the Central Province. In the provincial capital, at the Qin family villa. Shu Jiajing and He Muqing entered the house one after the other. Shu, the police officer, stretched lazily and said, “After several days of on-the-go assignments, I’m truly exhausted—I’m going to take a warm, relaxing bath, then sleep soundly!” He, the leader, added, “Same here!” She glanced at the empty living room and asked curiously, “That’s odd—Xiao Feng and Shasha should have arrived home before us. Where are they?” As Shu was removing her outerwear, she replied, “Indeed, maybe they took a detour somewhere along the way!” At that moment, the small ding gently drifted in from the open window, aiming to pass straight through the two women. He-liang acted swiftly, catching it in his hands and asking, "Little one, are those two inside?" The small ding, lacking the ability to speak, only shook up and down, making a nod-like gesture. "Well, they must be sleeping soundly inside—what a treat! They even arranged for us to come back by helicopter, leaving us to enjoy the view while they relax." Shu, the police officer, expressed her frustration. He-liang patted her shoulder, speaking with a subtle tone: "You could also go in. But don't say I didn't remind you—once you enter, you'll definitely feel more tired, and it will take you much longer to recover." Watching the ambiguous expression of the leader, the policewoman suddenly realized and said, "I completely forgot about this important matter. Qingqing's thinking is so thorough—once they're in, it's definitely like sheep entering a wolf's den. How could Xiao Feng, with his cold and detached attitude, possibly let me go unharmed?" The leader stretched lazily and hummed, "So, before enjoying the benefits, one has to pay a price. I think it's perfectly fine that we return by helicopter!" A few hours later, Kaga Ichisan arrived at the area where Qin's family lived. This man had broad, sturdy features and was quite short, always drawing attention wherever he went. This made the ninja feel uncomfortable. As a ninja, the most essential skill is to remain unnoticed. Though he wasn't currently using any ninjutsu, he should still be able to blend into the background. Yet now, he wasn't. "Damn Chinese people—how come they're all so tall? Don't they know that height and lifespan are inversely proportional?" he muttered. There it is—the Qin family's residential complex. He lifts his short legs and heads inside. "Who are you?" the security guard calls out, pointing at him. "Right, you—what's your business? You're not a student, are you? You're supposed to be at school during the day, yet here you are, wandering around in a private community where outsiders aren't allowed. Get out of the way! You're dressed in a suit—no matter how many coats you wear, you won't make it in!"