?Mobile reading Luoman's entry into the villa was remarkably smooth, and she found the inside unusually quiet. This was an unsettling sensation—having once been the leading figure among the Four Pillars of the Life Gate, she had executed numerous missions, both before joining the Special Operations Unit and afterward. Never before had she experienced this particular feeling. She scanned the room with her wide eyes, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps, with so many joint operations, stepping into a solo mission now felt a bit unfamiliar. She comforted herself with this thought, gently loosening her grip on the gun—her hands had been so tense that they had even started to sweat. Based on her observations from outside, Ma Fengliang was likely in one of the rooms on the second floor, where at least seven or eight rooms were lit. She would need to search thoroughly. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the platform on the second floor. It was her consistent habit not to take the stairs—Ma Fengliang was a cautious man, likely setting up alarms or traps along the way. She stepped two paces to the right, then accelerated briefly, lifting her left foot onto the coffee table for leverage and launching herself into the air. Swish— A strange sound rang out overhead. Without hesitation, she twisted her torso and rolled sideways. A large net made of nylon slid almost right past her side, barely missing her. Thanks to her quick reflexes, she would have otherwise been ensnared. As soon as she landed, she immediately rolled to the side and tucked herself behind the sofa. Indeed, it was a trap. She slowed her breathing to steady her heartbeat. Click-click— The lights in the living room flickered on. A squad of gunners surged in from the door, and figures armed with light rifles appeared on the second-floor platform and at the windows facing the living room. There were no fewer than sixty people stationed inside the villa, all equipped with light weapons, yet their combined firepower surpassed Román's by no less than several times. "NND, so many people hidden here—why don't I feel it at all?" she muttered to herself. It was all due to their eagerness to prove themselves; if only they had been a bit more cautious, the situation wouldn't have turned out this way. With her capabilities, she would have surely noticed subtle signs had she stayed outside a bit longer. Now she understood why so many had been deployed—definitely the actions of Qin Feng and He Muqing had alerted Ma Fengliang to their presence. A man in a black suit approached the railing on the second floor and said, "I advise you to surrender. There are dozens of guns pointed at you—do you think you have a chance of making it out alive? My master has said that as long as you name the person behind the scenes, he'll consider giving you a chance to live..." Crack... Román fired. The bullet struck precisely at the man's brow, and he stared wide-eyed before collapsing face-first to the ground. He must have regretted it deeply—had he known earlier to stay hidden and speak from behind, he would have been safer. Crack, crack, crack... Ticking, ticking, ticking... The gunmen fired without hesitation, their bullets raining down like hail onto her shelter. The mere sofa could not withstand the barrage. Román moved swiftly, sliding to the side and taking cover behind a marble pillar. She took a deep breath and suddenly extended her body, slightly aiming before pulling the trigger. The bullet whistled past, hitting one of the gunmen on the second floor squarely. Yet she had only one chance to fire—more bullets were already aimed directly at her. This wasn't feasible; the enemy numbers were simply too overwhelming. If they were on an open field, she could use terrain and tree cover to engage them one by one. But now, she was trapped inside the villa—a confined space—while the enemy controlled every elevated position, making a counterattack nearly impossible. Pffft... gurgle... gurgle... Pffft... pffft... pffft... Several cylindrical black objects landed beside her. Just from their shape, it was clear these weren't photographic flash grenades or tear gas canisters. She quickly closed her eyes and covered her nose. Thump... thump... thump... A few dull impacts. Though she had closed her eyes promptly, she still felt the intense flash of light and the hissing sound of gas discharge. Indeed, it was photographic flash grenades and tear gas—this group was well-equipped. Now turning to the gunmen, all of them were wearing integrated face masks that combined goggles with anti-toxic protection, continuously hurling out gas canisters. Romana, relying on her prior impression, closed her eyes and rushed down the corridor, knowing that as soon as she escaped this area, she could open them again. Yet she hadn't anticipated that there were already people concealed on the other side. Crack! A kick to her lower abdomen, followed by a rubber staff swung toward her, striking precisely her right wrist, causing her gun to fly from her grasp. As soon as she opened her eyes, the sharp smoke stung her, and she vaguely saw a leg swing toward her—she bent low and just managed to avoid it. But then, things completely slipped out of her control: more and more people surged forward, landing at least three punches and two kicks on her before someone pinned her firmly to the ground, immobile. A few minutes later, the powerful ventilation system drew away the gas mist, leaving only a faint aftertaste in the air, now harmless to eyes and nose. Ma Fengliang stepped out of the room calmly and glanced at his subordinate, who had been hit on the forehead and was still staring dead ahead with a determined expression. He shook his head and said, "Take him out and bury him properly. Send a condolence payment to his family, but don't tell them the truth!" "Understood," the other subordinate replied. Roman was tied up in five places and thrown onto the sofa in the living room. Ma Fengliang descended the stairs and sat across from her, studying her carefully. "You're a woman, isn't it? Why did you come to kill me? Who sent you? Answer me!" Roman coldly replied, "Master Ma, you're truly someone who forgets easily. Didn't I have the right to kill you on my own, without needing anyone's instructions?" "Then you're here to avenge yourself—yet I can't recall having such a beautiful enemy as you." Ma Fengliang stroked his chin and suddenly said, "You're the girl from eight years ago, aren't you? But I heard you joined the Tianli Sect and have become a capable leader among the Shengmen. You owe me a great deal—how could you possibly kill me?" "Because you ruined my family and I can't let you live without avenging myself," Luo Man said, gritting her teeth. Ma Fengliang recalled another matter and smiled, "I remember now—you've already become a traitor to the Tianli Sect. I just can't figure out one thing: why hasn't the newly appointed Shengmen Master taken action against you? Is there some collusion between you two?" "Collusion?!" the beautiful manager snapped. "Mr. Ma, don't think you're so important—I won't let you off easy!" Ma Fengliang picked up the cup from the coffee table and hurled it at her, shouting, "You arrogant woman! Even now, as you're about to die, you still act so bold! You want my life, do you? Dream on—I'll have my comrades take you down first, then shoot you dead right there."