Qin Feng returned to the hotel somewhat disappointed. He had expected defeating the Kaga faction to be as straightforward as handling the Yamaguchi group, but instead, a last-minute hero emerged—saving several senior jounin, and even himself escaping unscathed. Such an outcome proved difficult to accept. As he closed the door, he noticed a glass of red wine placed on the bar, its deep crimson liquid dotted with clear, sparkling ice cubes. He walked straight over, lifted the glass, and drank it down. Then he said, "Sasha, you've come, haven't you?" "Indeed, I'm currently taking a shower. I'll be out shortly," came Isabella's voice from the bathroom direction. According to the original plan, they were both meant to arrive together in the Sunagakure. However, Qin Feng had insisted on arriving early, so Isabella had to finish her current tasks and then make the journey over to assist him. He flashed his signature smug smile and said, "Husband, I've been waiting for you so long now, and I just had a fight with someone—covered in sweat and dust. Perfect timing to take a shower together! Let's do it, hehehe!" "Rascal! I'll finish right away—don't let yourself in. If you come in, you'll definitely do something mischievous. I won't put up with that!" the beautiful instructor said with a graceful, tender tone. Come on, you say no, you say no—well, I'm going in anyway, hehehe! As he quickly shed his clothes, he rushed into the bathroom. "Rascal Xiao Feng, get out of here!" "Hehe, I'm already in—let's take a shower together!" "Then go ahead and wash yourself—don't touch me... oh... ah..." The instructor quickly stopped resisting and let out a high-pitched cry. In the bathroom, Qin, the young noble, lay atop the instructor's graceful body, moving swiftly. With their movements, the water in the bathtub surged and rippled. Qin's earlier mild irritation vanished completely. The two continued to switch positions, engaging in fierce combat for over an hour before the storm finally subsided. Qin Feng carried the weakened Isabella horizontally to the bedroom outside and laid her down on the large bed. The sheets could not conceal the beauty of the officer's emerging charm, who lazily remarked, "You're such a bad guy—haven't you been outperformed in your assignments?" "How do you know?" Qin, the younger brother, was taken aback. He had never let his failure show on his face, so how had Isabella noticed it? The officer lifted her chin and sniffed, saying, "You exerted so much effort just now, gritting your teeth as if I were your enemy. How could I not have seen it? The only explanation left is that you've been outmatched on the field—right?" He nodded and said, "The Hachiman school has produced a wild monkey—remarkably strong in ability. After I've finally managed to set a trap for him and was on the verge of securing a victory, he calmly escaped. With this experience in mind, I doubt it will be easy to catch him again next time!" Sasha tilted her head. "A wild monkey?" "Indeed," he replied. "An old man who looks remarkably like a wild monkey, barely over one meter four tall." The female officer also found it strange—she had never heard of such a skilled master among the Hachiman family. Where had he come from? She smiled gently and said, "That doesn't matter. Next time, I'll help you. Even if he has wings, he won't be able to escape!" "Agreed," he nodded. With Sasha's support, at least he wouldn't have to worry about being outmatched by someone who isn't a wild monkey. At the Hachiman school's secret gathering site, Hachiman Ichin, his face pale, had never expected such a turn of events. When he became acting head of the family, he claimed he inherited a mess—yet now, even a mess wouldn't fit the description. The family members still breathing could be counted with just two hands. The only thing that gave him comfort was that, though the number had dwindled, those who remained were all top-tier talents. Still, everyone was now older, and the family had suffered such a severe blow that continuity had become the biggest issue. Huff. The old monkey pushed the ground into a hole, then leapt out from it, and immediately said, "With just you few left, what's going on? You claim you're not lacking in ability, yet when you've been pummeled relentlessly, so many of you have fallen!?" Everyone was furious but couldn't speak up—would they have ended up this way if not for you, making them stand there and take the scolding? Chōgai's expression grew even more strained, and he asked, "Grandmaster, have you already defeated Qin Feng?" "The elder monkey blushed, huffed, 'I almost managed to kill him, but in the end he escaped. Still, rest assured—next time, I'll take his life and avenge the fallen members of our clan!' Methinks, he was surprised that even he hadn't managed to kill Qin Feng. He didn't know, however, that it wasn't Qin Feng who had fled, but rather the elder monkey himself. Nevertheless, he remained respectful and asked, 'Grand Elder, what shall we do now? You must surely eliminate the enemy and lead us to restore the strength of the Kaga clan!' The elder monkey's expression quickly returned to calm, and with a wave of his hand, he replied, 'Rest assured—this is my duty. By the way, how many of our clan remain?' Methinks, he mourned, speaking in a low tone, 'Including myself, only four senior jounin, five mid-level jounin, and two children under ten!' 'That's all that remains,' the elder monkey said, his eyes wide. Methinks nodded, then refused to lift his gaze." The old monkey delivered a punch onto a stone beside him, sending fragments flying. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hateful Chinese man Qin Feng! I will surely crush you to pieces, otherwise I'll never stop being human!" After a moment of brooding, he added, "You go to the Divine Country's Sacred Toile and ask Master Daoxin for assistance!" "Me? Me," said Kaga Ichiro, first pointing to his own nose, then asking, "Who is Master Daoxin, and why go to the Sacred Toile of the Divine Country?" The old monkey sighed impatiently, "Of course, you, the acting Stream Master, go. Don't you want to show off your Stream Master's airs? Master Daoxin is a renowned enlightened monk—we have a good relationship. As long as you mention my name, he won't hesitate to intervene. With the support of the Sacred Toile monks, not only can you succeed in your quest, but even if the entire realm of cultivators were wiped out, it would be possible!" Kaga Ich成's face brightened. He had heard of the Sacred Toile monks before—supposedly, they were true masters surpassing even the ninja. It is said that toward the later stages of World War II, American ground forces were reluctant to land on the territory of the Sun Kingdom, precisely because of the presence of the Buddhist monks. The monks had declared that as soon as the Americans dared to launch an amphibious assault, they would assassinate their military commanders. "I'm going right now," he said, turning and walking off. "Go quickly and return promptly—make it absolutely certain that Master Daoxin appears," the old monkey urged. "Understood!" Several甲贺 clan members bowed to him with great respect. Some prepared food and fine wine, and even the two children took on the role of waiters.