The furious angel ultimately failed to achieve her wish of mutual annihilation, instead going alone with her companion, the thunder angel, to meet the death god. Two of them went from lively to lifeless within less than a minute—something the king of Fere clearly witnessed, though he was powerless to intervene, as he himself was held in check by his opponent. His preferred mode of attack proved entirely ineffective against Isabella, since the beautiful instructor, too, belonged to the bloodline and had deep expertise in its nature. Qin, seeing her not falling behind, smiled and said, "Shasha, I won't compete with you for the credit this time. But here's my dagger—feel free to use it!" The fire-destroying dagger was undoubtedly lethal to the bloodline. He tossed it forward. Shasha extended her left hand and caught it precisely. The two daggers immediately sparkled, and soon she gained the upper hand, cutting several deep wounds into her enemies. Sarah's wound was manageable, as the vampire race was relatively immune to the toxins at the top. But Firefall was different—he could cause continuous bleeding. For the vampires, who already had low blood volume, this was truly fatal. Initially, King Fere didn't take it seriously, considering only minor injuries. However, he soon realized the severity of the situation as the bleeding intensified and his vitality rapidly diminished. He promptly resumed his transformation, hoping it would heal the wounds. To his surprise, however, the cuts inflicted by Firefall not only failed to heal but worsened over time. Qin laughed heartily, saying, "King Fere, you might as well accept your fate. You came all the way to China to bother me—this is suicide. If I were you, I'd simply stay put in America and continue being a wealthy, complacent noble!" King Fere certainly regretted his decision deeply, though he had made it himself, and thus, he would have to bear the consequences. He started dodging left and right, but kept being stabbed repeatedly. Pfft... Thud... Isabel dared to risk it, trading a punch for the optimal attacking angle, leaving a gaping wound in her opponent's chest. Retreating a few steps, she spilled a trickle of blood from her lip, though compared to that, King Fere's injuries were far more severe. He held his wound with his hand, one knee buckling, gasping heavily. "Sasha, winning a thousand battles while losing eight hundred of your own isn't exactly a smart move," Qin Shao called out from the side. "It doesn't matter—as long as we get a good deal, anything goes," she smiled, clearly unharmed. King Fere clearly sensed his vitality slipping away rapidly. He licked dry lips and roared, "Chinese people, I will never rest until I settle this!" "Never mind the 'well' part," Qin Shao growled, sharply swinging his right hand, and a white mist immediately rose. King Fere believed it was something like toxic smoke and didn't take it seriously—until he soon found himself losing control of his body, which left him utterly惊恐. How could this be? He had no idea this was a binding spell unique to cultivators, one that Qin had carefully crafted and refined. "Shasha, he's now immobilized. Go ahead and finish him off," he smiled. Isabella's eyes widened in surprise. "Why didn't you use it earlier? You made me work so hard!" "Oh, no—using the spell requires the right moment. While he was still active and lively, he could easily evade it," he quickly explained. The graceful female officer gave him a charming look before stepping forward, moving her long legs with grace, and approaching King Fere. With a pleading gaze, she plunged her dagger, Fire-Phoenix, into his temple. Pls... The dagger smoothly entered his cranial cavity, and then, with a swift twist of her wrist, she stirred the contents inside, transforming them into a thick, mushy mass. King Ferei closed his eyes with determination, yet he lost control of his body and remained on one knee, still without any wires. Qin Shao carried one body at a time, dragging the bodies of Lei Ti and Fen Jie over to join him, and said, "For safety's sake, let's burn them—so they won't have a chance to revive!" An added advantage of burning was that it would leave no trace, avoiding any unnecessary complications should anyone discover them later. With the explosive blast of the high-energy incendiary rounds, the three bodies were quickly reduced to ash, becoming nourishment for the land. They exchanged a glance and simultaneously rose into the air, leaving the scene. ... Today was a splendid day—bright sunlight, clear skies, and no clouds at all. Not only was the weather perfect, but it was also reported that the PM2.5 levels had reached their lowest point in history. In front of the Xīn Qín Shi Building, the crowd is bustling, with the parking lot filled with an array of luxury cars. A group of well-dressed professionals smile warmly, occasionally lifting their heads to point and chat about the building's name, which is currently covered by large red cloths. After nearly a month of operations, the Qin Group has successfully merged over a hundred companies and has officially become the Dà Qín Group. Today marks the official unveiling ceremony of the new group. All the people standing in front of the building are prominent figures from the province and across the country, including many international guests who have traveled thousands of miles to attend. In addition, as part of the official representation, key leaders are naturally present. The newly appointed acting Party Secretary of the City, Wang Changling, the newly appointed Governor of the Province, Bi Yuanzhen, and most of the senior leaders from the Provincial and Municipal Party committees have all arrived. Wang Changling came to extend congratulations because of his close personal relationship with Qin Feng. Bi Yuanzhen, originally a peripheral task, had decided to personally attend due to past conflicts between his son and members of the Da Qin Group, and because he felt his own strength was insufficient to compete with them—he aimed to resolve the lingering hostilities. With top provincial and municipal leaders in attendance, the number of officials present was no less than that of commercial peers. Qin, while generally unimpressed with these officials, recognized that they were all guests, and thus required the reception staff to treat everyone equally, without any special favors. As a result, the officials began to feel overlooked and expressed their dissatisfaction. Wang Changling and Bi Yuanzhen maintained warm, pleasant expressions, and their relationship as superior and subordinate remained harmonious. "Bi Director, I heard you have a close relationship with Qin Director, is that correct?" Bi Yuanzhen asked softly. "Hmm, quite good, actually." "Wang Changling certainly wouldn't say that his appointed mayor was arranged by Qin Feng—he felt it was best to remain composed. Bi Yuanzhen immediately added, "Indeed, last time, when my son was at the hotel, he accidentally bumped into Qin Young—this incident..." "I know," Wang Changling smiled. "My daughter was there too, and she informed me about it. It wasn't a big deal at all. Bi Young handled the situation appropriately, so Qin Young didn't take it personally." "That's good."