Qin Feng was stunned to hear that Nakamura Toshihisa was still alive. Although he had aimed for the heart rather than the brow when he fired, he was confident in his shooting skills—certainly capable of delivering a fatal shot even at a different location. How could Nakamura have survived? He asked Mei Hui for confirmation of the news, and she immediately sent him a photo taken during Nakamura’s press conference, with a clear timestamp as evidence. "NND, how exactly did that guy survive?" Qin Feng couldn't make sense of it. Even if the brain had not suffered immediate death upon impact, the patient should have remained unconscious for only a short time. From the photo, Nakamura not only appeared fully recovered but also looked remarkably energetic and vibrant. Isabella, who had heard about this incident before, was equally astonished and asked, "How is this possible?" "I'm really puzzled too." "He shook his head and said, 'I think the word 'luck' alone isn't enough to explain it. I'm certain that a single shot at the time could have killed anyone—unless there's some extraordinary event involving Nakamura Toshin!' The beautiful instructor nodded and added, 'That's possible, after all, the world is full of strange things. So, what will you do—kill him again, or let him live?' Qin smiled, 'It all depends on his choice. If he's wise, he should forget everything that's happened so far. Maybe I can generously let him live. But if he shows even the slightest sign of continuing to oppose me, I won't hesitate to kill him a second time!' The beautiful instructor shrugged and said, 'Just let me know if you need any help—I'm not behind you in terms of assassination skills.' He nodded. Right now, his top priority was dealing with the divine temple monks. Nakamura Toshin was just a minor player, not worth dedicating all his energy to." The two of them increased their speed and headed toward the likely gathering points of the monks. After missing their targets on two consecutive attempts, they decided to split up, broadening their search area while accelerating their pace. The monks seemed shaken by what had happened earlier, hiding exceptionally well—given that this area was their own territory, they held a strong positional advantage, making them difficult to locate. Qin Feng accidentally noticed a small temple at the foot of the mountain; the temple itself was unremarkable, but it was strangely lit up deep into the night. To be safe, he did not rush straight over to investigate. Instead, he concealed himself within the small tripod, allowing it to approach quietly and undetected. During his earlier engagements with the monks, he had observed that their sensory abilities were exceptionally sharp—without the combined strength of Isabella, he found it extremely difficult to even secure a single victory, let alone defeat several. The small bell gently floated to a distance of thirty meters from the small temple, quickly projecting the scene inside in a semi-transparent format onto the air before Qin Feng. Several figures dressed in gray monastic robes, each wearing a monk's cap, sat together in a circle. Qin Feng couldn't help but feel excited—indeed, they had been hiding here. At the center of the group sat a man dressed in a black cloak. With his hood drawn low, his face remained obscured, but the air around him clearly indicated that he was relatively young. "Master, it's often said that one more person means one more strength. You're all enlightened monks—how could you possibly not understand this principle?" The black-robed man spoke with a mocking tone. "The abbot has been killed, our monastery razed to the ground, and your companions have been murdered one after another. You've now become fugitives. If you truly have such confidence, why haven't you gone out and killed Qin Feng? Instead, you're hiding here in retreat!" The monk replied sharply, "Young man, don't speak so arrogantly. We've gathered here precisely to devise an effective strategy against our enemies. What do you know? If you don't understand, simply be quiet. Had it not been for your grandfather, Naka Masahiro, who is a long-time friend of ours and has generously supported us in the past, you'd already be dead!" Qin's brows furrowed. Naka Masahiro—this name sounded familiar. He must be the founder of the Naka Group. Good heavens, this young man is Naka Jun'nan. He continued to gaze at the scene before him. The black-robed man smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not looking down on you, nor am I doubting your abilities. I truly wish to collaborate with you. Once the project is successful, I will build a temple for each of you—no less magnificent than the Shengguo Shenxi Temple—so that you may serve as abbot. How does that sound?" Several monks brightened and asked in unison, "Really?" Chūmura Junnan set down his hat and spoke with serious determination, "I speak without reservation. I solemnly swear on behalf of my grandfather. You should know well the Chūmura Group—I am absolutely capable of fulfilling my promise!" The monks exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. Indeed, it was a highly attractive proposition—much like people's enthusiasm for real estate—each monk longed to have their own temple. In the small bronze cauldron, Qin Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Chūmura Junnan, this is entirely your own doing. Since you've chosen to remain my adversary, I'm not going to be any more polite than I already am!" But he never imagined that Naka Toshihisa was so outspoken. If it were ordinary people, after a rebirth, they would surely become more composed—at the very least, they would retreat into the background and watch their schemes unfold step by step. Yet Naka did the opposite. First, he boldly announced his official assumption of leadership of the family business, becoming the new chairman and CEO, holding press conferences everywhere, determined to ensure no one overlooked his move. Then, he approached the Shinto monks, and not only that, he directly criticized their evasive behavior—something most people would never dare to imagine. What exactly gave him such confidence? As long as I find you and kill you once more, even a fool could guess that Qin Feng is currently in the Sun Kingdom. Naka Toshihisa’s confidence on his face was even stronger than when they first met in Europe. On screen, he continued, “I will not only provide each of you with a temple, but I will join you in eliminating Qin Feng!” "A monk laughed, "Master Nakamura, for such a dangerous undertaking, you'd better stay well clear—otherwise, should you be accidentally killed by the other side, who shall we turn to for our temple?" He chuckled heartily, "You're probably afraid I'll slow you down. Rest assured, when the time comes to fight the enemy, you'll come to appreciate my strength. For now, I'll keep that a little secret—just a small teaser."