The phone reading: In the small dining room, the big bed rocked, the tent swayed—seeming as if the entire space were trembling. The e-reader: Qin Feng, tireless, was diligently working on Isabella’s graceful body. He seemed an ever-energetic electric motor, one that never lost power. The beautiful instructor’s eyes were glazed over; she had nearly exhausted herself. Earlier, she had been fully engaged, now she could only endure passively. “Xiao Feng, I’m about to collapse—I’d really appreciate it if you could speed up a bit,” she gently suggested. “Haha, I’m not tired at all,” replied Qin, the young noble, with a mischievous smile. “But I truly can’t go on—I should have brought a few companions instead,” she regretted. “From now on, I won’t act alone with you again. It’s not the opponents that scare me—it’s you!” “Hmph,” Qin said, eyes narrowing. “Since Shasha has insisted, I’ll reluctantly agree to your request!” "After that, he quickly moved around for over ten minutes before finally letting out a low roar and handing in his assignment. The beautiful officer was so exhausted her eyelids kept drooping. She glanced at the clock hanging on the tent wall and murmured, 'You're so detached—two and a half hours! Are you made of steel?' Before she finished speaking, she had already drifted off to sleep. 'Well, next time we go out, I really should bring a few more women along, otherwise it'll just never be truly enjoyable,' he sighed, then wrapped his arms around the officer's graceful form and closed his eyes as well. As he walked, he noticed something black at the entrance of the main hall. What was that? He quickened his pace and upon approaching, saw it was a thick, sturdy black plastic bag—its outer shape revealing nothing about what was inside. He glanced back, thinking that since he had risen early, others might not have done the same, so he decided not to call anyone yet. He would simply open it and see what was inside. As he pulled the zipper open, his eyes grew wider and wider. From bottom to top, clearly a monk in tattered robes, and the robes seemed familiar. Once fully opened, he began shouting, "It's terrible! The abbot is dead! Everyone, hurry out! The abbot has been murdered!" If the old monk had passed away in his room or during chanting or meditation, it could be considered a peaceful passing. But Master Daoxin died at the entrance of the main hall, wearing tattered robes, and wrapped in a plastic bag—this clearly indicated something was amiss. A crowd rushed to the scene, the sky still pale with the faint hue of dawn, the sun yet unseen. Seeing the abbot's terrible condition, the group was filled with outrage. Someone immediately suggested calling the police, but was quickly opposed by the monastic monks. While others might not know, the monks were well aware that Master Daoxin was an exceptional martial artist—no one could simply decide to kill him. Moreover, from the severity of his injuries, it was clear that the assailant was even more skilled; the police, in fact, would find it astonishingly unusual to handle such a threat. "Everyone except the monks should now leave. We must begin searching for clues—the assailant killed the abbot and left his body here, so there must be traces left behind!" "Agreed—let's start searching right away!" As the group began to scatter, explosions erupted simultaneously in the main hall and the side halls. The roar of the blasts was deafening, and all three grand halls were completely reduced to rubble, with building materials scattering everywhere. Many monks were knocked to the ground, yet none sustained injuries. On the contrary, the group that had just left the area and hadn't yet departed were dead or wounded—scattered and severely affected. Residential buildings around the perimeter suffered significant damage, with nearly all glass panes within a two-kilometer radius shattered by the shockwave. Police and fire departments, upon receiving the alarm, rushed to the scene, rescuing people and battling fires simultaneously, creating a chaotic scene. With this, they would be unable to gather any clues. In fact, Qin Feng had left no tangible evidence—his decision to demolish the three main halls was driven purely by personal frustration, a private act of vengeance. In public, the monks were compelled to appear aged and severely injured. Several gathered together, and the leading monk spoke, "The explosion and the abbot's death are clearly connected. The perpetrator is deliberately destroying the evidence!" "We were so negligent! How could we have failed to think of this? Now that the temple has been completely destroyed, the people will surely be devastated!" "We must immediately identify the culprit, avenge the abbot, and also restore justice to the people!" "Agreed—everyone should scatter and search for the murderer!" Hua Xia Kingdom, morning. On the city streets, people were rushing off to work. The large building at the southwest corner of the intersection features a massive color screen on its front facade. Suddenly, the ongoing advertisement stops, replaced by a fresh, elegant female anchor delivering a news bulletin: It is reported that at 6 a.m. local time today, the Sun Kingdom's prestigious temple of the War Criminals—specifically, the main hall housing the ancestral tablets of the war criminals—suffered a catastrophic explosion, resulting in complete destruction of the hall, with several staff members injured. Police are conducting an investigation, though no concrete evidence has been obtained so far. The once-noisy intersection suddenly falls silent, even as the green light activates, and drivers on the corresponding lanes remain oblivious. "Great!" someone suddenly shouts with a strong voice, shattering the calm; more cheers follow, and drivers begin honking their horns and flashing their headlights in celebration. Many people immediately pull out their smartphones, eager to verify that this news is authentic. After all, today is April 1—the Day of the Fool—so everyone fears it might be a deliberate hoax. Yet, all major websites featured the news prominently, accompanied by high-resolution images, to prove it was genuine. Cheers echoed throughout the streets, with some people even throwing their briefcases into the air, while others danced with joy. A sleek black extended sedan moved smoothly through the traffic, its passengers conversing. Fang Fang said inside the car, "Huihui, you really were right—there will definitely be traffic congestion today. If each of us drives a car, the chances of being stuck will be even greater!" Mei Hui smiled, "I merely saw the news a few minutes earlier. That's all—it's nothing special that I could have predicted the public's reaction." Lu Man asked, "Do you think this was something done by Xiao Feng and Ms. Sha?" Lin Caivie replied, "How could we possibly guess? Aside from Xiao Feng, who else in this world dares to do something so bold and unprecedented? Clearly, he's once again become an unsung hero."