?Mobile reading Finally, even Román himself couldn’t recall how many times he had reached the summit, until he was utterly exhausted and his body ached, when Qin, the young magnate, roared and delivered the essence. Eight Zero E-books He held Román, who was now spent, and they both fell asleep together. … In a major city in the southwest, Shu Ya Jing stepped out of the residential complex with a natural, composed demeanor. Her confidence stemmed from the fact that she discovered the complex’s surveillance cameras were essentially useless—long since broken. Just a few minutes ago, she had successfully secured the owner of a top-floor penthouse in the building, a property specifically purchased by him to support his romantic interest. Everything had gone smoothly until, as she got into the car, she suddenly felt as though she was being watched. This sensation had not previously existed, indicating that she had only just been noticed. Who could it be? She glanced back, but found no suspicious signs within her line of sight. Just like Qin Daxiao, Shu, the young policewoman, firmly trusts her sixth sense—especially since becoming a cultivator, a sense that has never failed her. It's certain that the person she's dealing with is strong. Moreover, she seems very much like a cultivator; she's slightly doubtful, yet quickly starts the car, floors the accelerator, and drives away. A few minutes later, the second brother arrives and looks up at one of the buildings, murmuring to himself, "The spiritual energy fluctuations were clearly detected right here—how did they vanish so quickly?" To be safe, he decides to go up and check. A few minutes later, he takes the elevator to the top floor. The security door of Dong Household is slightly ajar; he simply pushes it open and walks in. In the living room, a middle-aged man lies dead on the sofa, with a seemingly severe wound on his chest that has, surprisingly, not spilled much blood—indeed, the blood appears to have frozen. "An ice spear," he says. He quickly formed his judgment: the person had died from a spear of ice piercing the chest, which is why the frozen condition remained at the wound site. While the ice spear wasn't particularly powerful, it was a lethal spell for an ordinary person. "It's definitely a cultivator's work—so who among them? Could it really be someone from the White Crane Sect?" Old Er couldn't determine the exact culprit from the wound alone and began searching for other clues. At that moment, a woman's scream rang out at the door: "Ah! Someone's been killed! Help! Someone's been killed!" Turning around, he saw a strikingly dressed woman shouting hysterically—she was the deceased's lover. She had just gone out to buy groceries, bringing along a package of TT, planning to enjoy a full meal and then have a passionate night with the middle-aged man. Old Er grew anxious: "Don't shout! I didn't kill him!" To hear her shout was beyond belief—her voice only grew louder. This neighborhood, like most others, was born out of the real estate bubble—on the outside, it looks impressive, but very few households actually have lights on. If there weren't so few residents, the security systems would have long since failed due to lack of maintenance, as the occupancy rate is simply too low. The residents on this building number no more than five in total. The nearest neighbor is just below the third floor, and it's still business hours—so it's no surprise that you'd hear them. When the woman wouldn't stop talking, Old Er, simply threw a flying knife at her, piercing her throat. Slowly, she collapsed to the ground, her breath weakening, though her eyes remained fixed in the fierce glare they had before. Old Er walked over, knelt down, and said, "I told you not to shout, yet you kept doing it—this is all your fault. You're quite attractive, with a good figure, so why don't you just behave? If you'd just stay quiet, I might just let you off this time!" Then he turned and stepped into the elevator. Shu Ya Jing was driving on the road, feeling it necessary to share her earlier impressions with Qin Feng, so she pulled out her phone and dialed: "Xiao Feng, I just realized—what are you doing? Are you sleeping?" Qin, the young nobleman, wasn't asleep; he was wrapped around his beautiful manager and colleague, Luo Man. "Hmm, a bit tired, so I'm catching up on some rest. What's up?" he asked. Shu, the police officer, replied: "I just sensed someone was watching me, and I believe that person is a cultivator. He probably hasn't noticed me yet, so I've successfully managed to甩 him off!" Qin's brow furrowed slightly. He slowly rose and stepped out of the tent. "A cultivator? That's not surprising at all. Liu Yun has gathered several unimpressive disciples from Bai He Sect. With our relentless attacks on the congregation, how could they remain indifferent? Be careful—his strength might be quite high!" "His concerns were well-founded. Though Shu, the police officer, now held a high rank, her experience was limited to dealing with ordinary people. Should she encounter a true cultivator, she might find herself at a disadvantage." "Got it. I'll leave this city right away and head to the next location," Shu said. "And on our next mission, I'll make proper preparations. As soon as I spot any other skilled practitioners, I'll pause our operations immediately!" "Good. I'll handle the matters here as quickly as possible and then meet up with you. Don't forget to inform Qingqing as well—she should be cautious too." He added. "No problem—I'll call her right away!" Just after hanging up, he was suddenly picked up from behind. Turning around, he saw the beautiful Romane yawning. "Wake up," he said softly, reaching out to smooth down her slightly disheveled hair. The beautiful woman nodded, saying, "Besides feeling a bit weak, everything else is fine. You're truly bossy—my goodness, you've nearly made me dizzy!" "Heh, there's no way around it—this is just my natural ability," he replied, rolling over to wrap his arms around a woman dressed only in a sheer robe. "If I didn't have this talent, how would I have managed to attract so many girls? You haven't seen my real strength yet. Even during nightly battles with multiple opponents, I'm always ready to step in!" "Shy, aren't you?" Romana asked, gently tapping his forehead with a delicate finger. "Who called just now? Was it Qingqing or Jingjing?" "It was Jingjing—he encountered a cultivator," he answered solemnly. "I believe it was Liu Yun who sent him, and the number of people involved is definitely substantial. Our next mission won't be as smooth as before. Still, these guys are just small fish and shrimp—once I take the lead, they'll all bow down!" "The beautiful manager whispered softly, 'It seems my choice was correct. If we had to fight the people from Bai He Men as ordinary individuals, we'd surely suffer losses. Shall we go and help Qingqing and Jingjing? Will they be in danger?' 'Certainly, but not yet,' he kissed the beauty on the forehead and said. 'They haven't been exposed yet. Next, I need to swiftly secure the remaining people. Then we'll unite our forces and dig a pit for the unqualified young men of Bai He Men—waiting for them to jump right in!' Roman nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at grain: 'Yes, yes! Shall I assist you? You'll have to teach me how to become a proper cultivator.'"