?Reading on mobile phone Outside the meeting room, several people preparing for the next session paused. One took a few deep breaths and said, "Strange—I can actually smell barbecue!" Another spoke with disdain, "To smell barbecue in a government building? You must have a dog's nose! As far as I know, all the barbecue stalls within a two-kilometer radius have long since been cleared out. You must be hungry—just say so, and I’ll treat you to some barbecue!" "No, I really do smell it," the person insisted. The third person also took a careful sniff and said, "It seems genuine—like the meat is just being grilled and hasn't had time to be sprinkled with five-spice powder. Yes, that's exactly the scent!" "This isn't a joke—I simply can't believe it. Can it be coming from inside the meeting room?" A person skeptical at first pushed open the door and exclaimed, "How could this be possible... Hmm, there really is a savory meat aroma—could something have burned?" The three of them simultaneously leaned in to take a look. As soon as they saw what was inside, they all gasped in unison. Sitting directly in front of the main conference table was a human figure, completely charred. Remarkably, the chair and table showed no signs of any burn at all—so intense had the flames been that it seemed as though the person couldn't have endured the heat. Yet this was easily understandable, since all three knew who had previously chaired the meetings here. For a moment, the entire office building became a scene of chaos. Qin Feng, meanwhile, had already left to pursue another target. While reviewing the documents, he noticed a surprising coincidence: this target happened to be in the same city as the head of the Wumen Sect that Román was aiming to confront. "Indeed, quite a coincidence." "He set down the documents, smiling to himself, 'I wonder if Manman has found the right moment to strike. So far, I haven't heard any word from her about completing her task—probably she hasn't taken action yet. Since we've all been so fortunate to coincide with this timing, I think it's worthwhile to visit. Maybe I can lend a hand at a crucial moment!' As he finished speaking, he started the car engine and drove toward his destination. Soon, Qin Feng arrived at his destination. With complete documentation on all thirty-some tasks assigned to him, finding the abode of the Master of Wumen and subsequently locating Luoman was nothing short of a breeze. During this mission, he observed a fascinating pattern: those with lower status within the Tianli Sect often excelled in the bureaucratic world, enjoying smooth and prosperous careers, whereas those holding high positions within the Sect themselves tended to fare less well. Take the Master of Wumen, for instance—though he was the head of one of the eight branches, at least six of his subordinates had risen to deputy department-level or above, while he himself remained only at the level of a deputy prefectural official. In fact, this promotion was only recently granted, and it was largely due to the support of his subordinates. Based on his personal capabilities alone, he would never have reached this position. At this moment, he was frowning, reviewing the latest materials delivered by the Central Sect. This person, Ma Fengliang, was known for his intelligence and had earned the strong appreciation of the Sect's Master, Liu Yun. He frowned and studied the scene closely, realizing something was amiss. These individuals were all key figures within the various branches—on the surface, they appeared to be targeted specifically against the Heaven and Reason Sect. But upon deeper analysis, there was a more significant underlying issue: all of them were steadfast followers of Liu Yun, and aside from the Sect Master, none would obey anyone else's commands. With their deaths, Liu Yun's control over internal affairs would be severely weakened. It was possible that even the Central Headquarters, including the Sect Master himself, had not yet noticed this problem. As he became increasingly aware of the gravity of the situation, he was about to prepare a report upward when another pressing matter arose: his own close associates, who were also Sect Masters and commanded a large, powerful faction outside the main body—might they too be the intended targets of this covert operation? The thought struck him so suddenly that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The odd sensations he had experienced over the past few days had never before seemed so significant; now he realized they must have been signs that someone was actively monitoring him. His face darkened, and he summoned his most capable subordinate, whispering, "Immediately gather all the top talents from Wumen and secretly deploy them in batches to this location. Make no noise—do not expose our presence!" The subordinate asked in confusion, "Master, what's going on? Are we bringing in all our top people? Does someone intend to harm you?" Ma Fengliang replied with a cold smile, "You needn't worry about the details—just follow my instructions. If nothing happens, that's ideal. If there's trouble, I'll ensure the other side leaves with nothing but their memories." The subordinate nodded, "Understood. I'll go arrange it right away!" Throughout the day and into the evening, multiple groups arrived at Ma Fengliang's residence through various channels, moving with quiet precision and going unnoticed. Even the staff at the villa were unaware of their arrival. After dark, Romon approached quietly, as he had done the day before, settling at a distance of about three hundred meters, and began observing through his telescope. She hadn't been able to find an opportunity to make contact for several days. Ma Fengliang was exceptionally cautious—every day he moved between different rooms handling official matters, with the curtains drawn and all rooms lit, making it difficult to determine his exact location. Today, she was determined to push through and enter, no matter how slowly, to locate him and eliminate him. With Qin Feng, He Muqing, and Shu Yajing each having completed one or more tasks, her only remaining target—Ma Fengliang—had made no progress at all. How could she not be anxious? On the surface, the villa appeared normal, but her sharp intuition told her that danger lurked everywhere. "I can't wait any longer. I need results today," she drew her pistol from her waist and at the same time brushed her left hand against the right boot, where the dagger, Fusu, was concealed. If the moment wasn't ripe, she would create it herself. She approached the villa silently, making no sound at all, moving with the grace and speed of a spirit cat gliding through the night. Inside the villa, a middle-aged man walked up to Ma Fengliang and said in a serious tone, "Master, the thermal imager shows that someone first stayed at a distance of three hundred meters for a long time before quickly approaching!" "Ha ha ha! Indeed, as I expected—someone has come!" He slammed the table. "Seize them alive. I'd like to find out who sent them."