?Mobile reading Qin Feng brought Luo Man together with Shu Ya Jing. The bold and outgoing police officer, Shu, hadn't noticed Luo Man's changes, nor did she know that Luo Man had become her true sister. Luo Man naturally didn't want to mention this in front of Qin Feng. He Mù Qing had arrived quickly as well—she was a keen observer, and she immediately noticed the changes in Man Man. "Qiao Feng, haven't you and Man Man... well, gotten close?" she asked directly, though she kept it somewhat tentative since it was just her guess. Qin, the young magnate, nodded honestly, while Luo Man turned slightly blushing. Only then did Shu realize what had happened, pointing at the two of them and saying, "Really? You've been together all this time! I remember when we assigned tasks a few days ago—you two were still arguing. Did you two deliberately act like that for us and Qingqing?" "Qin Dashi smiled and said, 'Of course not. We didn't plan it—we're absolutely not doing anything premeditated. It was an accident, isn't it, Manman?' The beautiful manager quickly nodded, 'Yes, it was an accident. We truly didn't intend to deceive you all...' 'Alright, alright,' the leader said, smiling and holding Luo Man's hand. 'Now that we're such good friends, why go on about all this?' Shu, the policewoman, also smiled and added, 'Exactly—good friends don't need to be so formal!' The three women chatted excitedly for a while. Then, He Muqing turned to say, 'Xiao Feng, on the way here, I've felt like a cultivator has been watching me closely. It seems Miao Yun has sent quite a few people!' 'Yes,' Qin Dashi nodded, 'According to the intelligence sent by Liu Su, there are no fewer than ten disciples from the Bai He Gate around Liu Yun. After we've eliminated thirty or so of her key staff, she's surely furious and will send out everyone without hesitation!' "What now? You said you were going to set them up with a trap, didn't you?" Shu asked. Qin, the young nobleman, smiled. Setting a trap was certain—and a big one, one that would leave these people with no way out. Since the Bai He Gate didn't have the energy to clean up its own house, he would gladly step in and take on this task. All he'd ask for in return would be a modest reward. His plan was simple: first, he needed to make his presence known so as to draw the less-than-distinguished young men of the Bai He Gate over. The method for making his presence known was even simpler—he just needed to launch a failed mission. This task was perfectly suited for the three young women. Soon, they had identified their target: a local director of land administration. The bureau director is currently being hosted by a group of real estate developers. Over the past few years, the state has intervened extensively in the real estate sector, especially in land allocation—developers have been struggling to secure land, growing increasingly anxious. Seizing this favorable opportunity, they have invited the director out for a meeting, ostensibly to discuss the current situation. In reality, they're trying to extract information directly from him—specifically, how many land plots the bureau can approve this year. The table is laden with exquisite dishes, a fine wine priced over ten thousand yuan, and, throughout the meal, the developers consistently bowing and offering their sincere flattery—never missing a chance to impress. The director, naturally, feels a bit elevated and self-assured. After all, each of the guests seated at the table is a household with assets exceeding tens of millions, yet all of them are compelled to bow respectfully to a director who earns a solid ten thousand yuan per month. "Ladies and gentlemen," he smiles, "this year's land allocation remains substantial. It should be sufficient to meet all of your needs. Allow me—excuse me, I need to take a quick trip to the restroom!" With that, he rises and departs. Several top executives all sensed a mutual understanding—what mattered most was how much of the cake they could personally take home. It was clear they needed to schedule a timely visit to ensure the bureau director didn’t forget them. Suddenly, a piercing, pig-slaughtering cry rang out from outside: “Help! Help! Someone is killing me!” Upon hearing this, everyone quickly rose and rushed out of the room. There, on the corridor, the director lay motionless, his body blackened and nearly stripped of clothing, his appearance completely ruined. “Director Zhong, what happened?” asked one of the fastest-moving individuals, kneeling down. “Are you all right? What exactly happened?” The director, breathing heavily, replied, “Just a moment ago, a woman—very beautiful—looked at me for just a few seconds. That was enough. She started setting fire to me and then tried to stab me with a dagger. Fortunately, I reacted in time…” “Where is she?” the others asked, all filled with righteous indignation, fully prepared to arrest the culprit. "Early on—I called the police, arranged for an ambulance, it hurt so much!" the director continued to cry out. Soon after, the police and the ambulance arrived. Across from the hotel, Qin, the young magnate, kissed the top of Luoman's head and smiled, saying, "Excellent work. If everything goes as planned, all the White Crane Guild members will be here by dawn tomorrow!" "Ha! I didn't even look at who was stepping up," the elegant manager said with pride. "If it weren't for setting these people up, I'd have given the director a proper burial!" The two turned and got into their cars, quickly disappearing into the night. One person handling Liu Yun, he really found himself overwhelmed. Although he had hired a retired special forces soldier from the duck restaurant, every day he still ended up in the driver's seat, having to keep up—otherwise, he’d collapse. Footsteps echoed outside, and he continued to eat intently. Liu Yun entered, a quiet smile of苦笑 appearing on the fourth’s face. He had assumed the Master would come again to pull him into bed. Liu Yun radiated a long-overdue joy and said, "Your senior brother has done well—he’s already found traces in southern XXX city and is now organizing a group of younger brothers to head there!" "Really?" the fourth replied, visibly pleased. He wasn’t particularly happy because his second senior brother had achieved something—he was just relieved that Liu Yun hadn’t come to pull him into bed. "Exactly. The other side made a mistake, which exposed their target." "Liu Yun said, 'They intended to target me, a bureau director, and when they were nervous, they failed. Fortunately, the disciple survived and gave an accurate description of the other person's appearance. What I didn't expect was that the person turned out to be a beautiful young woman!' Old Brother No. Four frowned, 'A woman?' 'Based on the previous circumstances, it's definitely a woman—more than one,' Liu Yun said. 'Do you have any female disciples at Baihe Gate?' Old Brother No. Four shook his head, 'Not at all. Other sects do have female disciples, but Baihe Gate has never had any!' 'Then that's quite puzzling—what are they exactly?' Liu Yun smiled, 'I'm sure we'll soon find out. Your second senior brother isn't someone to be taken lightly. I think we ought to celebrate!' 'How should we celebrate?' 'By having sex!' 'Uh...'