The phone reading: Luo Man's forehead was struck squarely by the teacup, instantly turning blue. She glared at him fiercely, saying, "Ma, you won't have a good outcome!" "Ha ha, I haven't had a good outcome yet—that's for the future. Eighty Electronic Book." Ma Fengliang slowly stood up, smiling lasciviously, "I'm certain you won't have a good outcome now. The legendary Shoulu of the Four Pillars of the Shengmen, turned out so beautiful, with such a fine figure—well, that's quite impressive." "Ma, if you so much as touch me, I'll make sure you're reduced to a thousand pieces!" Luo Man said. Ma Fengliang now held absolute control, smiling, "How amusing! Don't you think this threat is completely lacking in substance? Given the fine density of your eyebrows, aren't you still a rookie? If that's the case, then I've truly struck a winning position—send her to my room, and once I've enjoyed myself, I'll share her with you!" "Thank you, boss." "All the archers' eyes gleamed with lust—Lord Shura was no ordinary figure within the Tianli Sect. To have her pressed beneath him, at his mercy, must have been an experience unlike any other." "By heaven, I swear I'll dismember you, piece by piece!" "But does that matter? Perhaps it's better to save your strength." Ma Fengliang scoffed. "Really? You think her words are impossible to fulfill?" A cool voice chimed in. Ma Fengliang jumped at the sound, then turned to Luoman—her face now bright with a warm smile. That voice was familiar—definitely Qin Feng's. "Who?" Ma Fengliang turned around several times, searching desperately for the source of the voice, but couldn't find it. He barked, "What are you all standing there for? Find the person and eliminate them!" No one responded. He found it strange, and only then realized that every one of his subordinates stood motionless, as if enchanted. He had guessed correctly—these very individuals had indeed been enchanted. Qin Feng had used quite a few immobilizing incantations to achieve this. Although these talismans were all drawn by himself and the monastery had a good stock on hand, using so many at once was something entirely new—so to say he wasn't worried would be false. "What's going on?" Ma Fengliang's legs trembled. He was no novice, certainly, but such an unusual occurrence left him feeling uncertain. Precisely because of his cautious, meticulous nature, he was more aware than others of the truth that "there's always someone better beyond the mountain, and something greater beyond the sky." It was precisely this mindset that had enabled him to steadily rise to the position of head of the monastery over the years. To have his entire team of several dozen subordinates subdued without his even realizing it—he believed he hadn't the skill to accomplish that. Therefore, the visitors must be truly formidable. "Friend, since you've come, why not step forward and meet me personally?" He carefully extended his hand toward his waist, where a compact pistol was concealed. "Let me introduce myself, and that won't be much to ask. After all, when one is about to die, one wouldn't want to be unaware of who it was that took one's life," said Qin, the young man Hmph… Ma Fengliang felt a strong gust of wind blowing against him, forcing him to close his eyes. When he opened them again, there stood a person in front of him, and he could feel a cool breeze on his neck. Looking down, he saw an ancient, elegant long sword, its sharp edge radiating a crisp coldness that he could clearly sense. His fingertips had just touched the gun handle, still hadn’t quite managed to grasp it. At that moment, he remained utterly still, afraid that even the slightest movement would cause his head or neck to be displaced. Qin, concerned, asked, “Manman, are you all right?” “I’m fine. You came just in time—didn’t you arrive earlier, perhaps, deliberately watching me struggle, then stepping in as a hero at the most critical moment?” the beautiful manager inquired. Qin Dashi explained, "Are you really that dismissive of me? Honestly, I only arrived five minutes ago. Yet there are no fewer than fifty people here. I'd have to deal with them all before I could even make it in. I tell you, Manman, you always treat me like a petty person—this really disappoints me!" "Alright, alright," Romana smiled, "I was just making a point—there's no need to take it so seriously." "Anyway, you've saved me once again," she added, "Hey, I'm still tied up! Unbind me quickly!" Watching the two of them exchange affectionate, almost flirtatious remarks, Ma Fengliang thought: Now's my chance. Even if you just turn around to help her untie, I'll have a clear shot to take you out. Just as this hope began to take root, it vanished instantly. Qin Dashi didn’t need to turn around at all—his left hand swept out, and the flying dagger severed the ropes binding Romana. The beautiful manager regained her freedom, threw the rope heavily onto the ground, picked up the gun that had been knocked down earlier, and gave it a quick inspection before asking, "Why didn't you kill him? Didn't you want to give him a chance to live?" Qin, the young nobleman, shrugged and said, "Manman, killing him is your responsibility. If I were to do it for you, you'd never thank me—you'd probably blame me for interfering, wouldn't you?" "How could that be!" the beautiful manager exclaimed, her eyes wide. "How could it not be? Maybe you don't see it now, but can you really guarantee you won't see it in the future?" He continued to hum. "Don't you still know me? When you're alone with me, everything's fine. But as soon as Qingqing and Jingjing are present, any good thing you hear turns into something bad!" The beautiful manager blushed, as she found his analysis quite accurate—she truly had a tendency to do just that. She lifted her chin. "Very well. I'll handle my own tasks myself. By the way, what about these dozens of people you've pinned down?" "True, they're immobilized, but they haven't lost their sight," Qin Sha said firmly. "That means they've seen and remembered our appearances. If we leave them here, do you think they'll stay silent?" By this point, the implication was clear, and Romana, ever intelligent, couldn't have understood it better. She nodded. "I see. I'll take care of them right away. You stay with Ma—keep him until the very end!" "Wait a minute," he protested. "The saying goes: 'Capture the enemy first, then capture the king; shoot the man first, then the horse.' Why are you so eager to deal with these underlings?" "Exactly," she replied. "Capture the enemy first—haven't you already secured him?" "The beautiful manager has her own thoughts and smiles, saying, 'It's true that you should shoot the horse before the man—after all, the horse is just your subordinates. I'm going to deal with these 'horses' right now. I've kept him until the end for a reason; don't let him escape!' Qin, the young man, feels helpless, yet can't refute this point. He replies, 'Don't worry—this guy won't make it!' Román removes a silencer and skillfully attaches it to his pistol, then, one by one, fires a shot at each of the people who are immobilized. This close-range approach ensures that no one will survive."