?Mobile reading Ma Yinghong once again realized he had fallen into a predicament. If he held the hostage firmly in his hands, he could calmly demand that Qin Feng remain steadfast. Eight-zero Electronic Book Now, however, the hostage had been taken by his warm, amiable colleagues, leaving him only with the task of negotiating with Qin Feng. Qin Feng wasn't a fool—seeing that he had no hostage, how could he possibly be polite? Indeed, Ma Yinghong's concern proved well-founded. Qin Feng arrived at the agreed-upon location without bringing Isabella, though the beautiful instructor was right there inside the small building, ready to knock anyone unconscious at any moment. Observing Ma Yinghong's visibly anxious expression, Qin Feng coldly remarked, "Where's the hostage? Without one, what's there to talk about?" Ma quickly replied, "Of course, we still hold the hostage. As long as we reach an agreement, the hostage will naturally be handed over to you!" "Indeed," said Qin, the young man, with a thoughtful gaze. "Now, tell me what your terms are!" Ma Yinghong exhaled a long breath, realizing Qin Feng’s temperament wasn’t as harsh as the legends had suggested. He said, “The terms are simple: surrender your cultivation scriptures, along with your medicinal pills and personal artifacts. We’ll hand over the goods and receive you right away!” “Man, you’re talking about handing over the person!” Qin Shao slapped him flat on the ground and then stomped on him several times before saying, “You’ve even refused to let me see the person! How can I be sure the person is actually with you? How can I be certain they’re safe? Have you been bitten by a dog, or are you just that out of it? You’re talking about handing over the person—well, I’ll crush you underfoot!” He continued stomping until Ma Yinghong nearly fainted. Only then did Qin Feng stop. He looked utterly defeated and said, “Qin friend, you just needed to see the person—why did you have to resort to physical action?” “Just beating you is mild. With my temper, killing you would be expected.” "He wasn't very polite, saying, 'After I've killed you, I'll talk to others. Do you think they'll talk to me?' 'Yes, and they'll be happy to talk to you.' Mr. Ma finally got it. As he'd feared, when he was being beaten, those people said nothing—indeed, they even hoped that Qin Feng would kill him so they could claim a larger share of the rewards. 'Good. You should be grateful that I didn't kill you,' Qin Shao remarked. Mr. Ma had now become a soft-spoken man: 'Thank you, Qin friend, for not killing me!' Even as he said it, he began to scorn himself in his heart—how unprincipled! All for survival... cough, well, at least he hadn't yet called out 'Grandfather.' Qin Feng seemed to recall something else, stepped down again and pressed his foot firmly onto Mr. Ma's shoulder, asking, 'Who took my girlfriend?' 'Grandfather, please forgive me! I'll never do it again!' "Ma Yinghong shouted without hesitation. "Good heavens! I hate soft-hearted people—so much so that even killing them would make me feel dirty. "Who's going to stand up and make their promises? Come on, step forward! First, let me see you—then we'll talk. Send out such a turtle-shell weakling, and don't you dare be embarrassed!" "A Tian-Period cultivator interrupted her: "If you dare to speak out of turn again, I'll settle you with a single palm strike, Qin Feng. Take note—your girlfriend is safe. I believe we don't need to discuss anything further. The conditions proposed by Ma Yinghong earlier seemed rather burdensome to us. We're not greedy people. All you need to do is present the secret manual!" Qin Feng flipped his wrist and a small, dark iron box appeared in his palm. "The secret manual is hidden here. To open the box, a certain technique is required—otherwise, the contents will be damaged. Who should I pass the method to?" The group was thrilled, never having imagined Qin Feng would be so cooperative. Everyone wanted to know, yet, in front of everyone else, they all felt shy about making the first move. Qin the Young grew impatient. "Either you all want to know, or I'll only tell one person. Choose quickly!" They looked at each other, each eager to be the lucky one. "Well, I see you're having trouble making a decision," he said, stepping a few paces forward—or perhaps they could come closer. "I'll share it with all of you. But don't let anyone else hear it. The others mustn't eavesdrop!" The ones hiding in the distance all instinctively leaned in, listening intently. Several people decided to let Qin Feng walk forward—after all, they were still holding the hostage. What if something went wrong during the march? They'd have wasted all their efforts. Qin, stepping confidently, began walking toward them. Only Ma Yinghong, who was lying on the ground, remained alert. He sensed this might be a trap and had intended to speak up. But recalling the others' actions, he decided to stay silent. The distance closed gradually, and when it reached thirty meters, a white figure suddenly appeared behind Qin Feng. It was Isabella, rushing swiftly toward the opposing group. Though the others had anticipated something, they were still caught off guard by the sudden development. Who could blame them? Qin Feng and Isabella were simply too formidable—even the immortals in their final stage of cultivation couldn't match them. Now, they lay not far away, groaning. As for these observers at the peak of their cultivation, they were no match at all. One of them, in fact, chose to flee rather than secure the original field commander, Ren Tatsuko. With his sudden dash, the otherwise stabilized emotions of the others immediately grew frantic once again. Qin Feng followed closely behind, flanking Isabelle as they charged forward. Thud... thud... thud... The three of them were knocked flying without a single surprise. Qin, extending his right arm, gently enveloped Qingzi, who was equally stunned, in his arms. The killing began from that point on.