Isabella threw her dagger—thud… "For heaven's sake… really, that's quite dominant… the way… the way…" As the cries of pain echoed, Qin Shao was also thrown backward, flying far away. This was the true strength of a high-ranking magical being—something he had now personally experienced. Absolutely incredible, and this was only a light touch. If he'd unleashed his full power, he'd surely have been reduced to nothing—body and spirit. Even now, he was suffering greatly, with multiple meridians damaged and blocked by the bright light striking his chest. What was he to do? He had to run. The very next moment, Qin, Qingya, and Isabella all began to fade into a translucent, ethereal state. Scott immediately shouted, "Sir, the young man is trying to escape! Please, hurry and stop him!" Too late—when Meili regained her composure, the three had already vanished. Scott looked deeply disappointed, saying, "Sir, they've managed to escape. That young man is truly skilled at fleeing." "Why didn't you say so earlier?" "The beautiful fairy woman scattered fire upon his head: 'You're a complete fool! Aside from always messing things up, what else can you do? Why didn't you inform me in advance about such an important matter? You're still hiding from me—do you think I'll believe that?' "Qingya remarked from the side, 'A general-level demon is truly formidable. Her attacks not only penetrate the defensive network formed by seals, bypass the blade of Isabella, and then break through Qin Feng's spiritual shield—she's truly exceptional.' Qin lightly raised his head and asked, 'Leader, if it were up to you, could you withstand such a barrage?' The elegant Inspector, this time unhesitant about her dignity, shook her head honestly, saying, 'Even with all my defenses, I can't hold out. After all, she's a general-level demon. I can only hold my own against a warrior-level one—definitely no match for a general.' 'Well, then, what now?' He spread his hands out. 'Leader, you should go and summon reinforcements, shouldn't you?' Qingya nodded. 'I'll go right away. The Director won't remain idle. You can rest assured.' Outside, Mei Li's temper had softened somewhat, but she still spoke in an irritated tone: "Scotty, from now on, don't hide anything from me anymore—otherwise, it won't just be a good beating anymore." "Understood, it's all my fault," he replied humbly. "How can we possibly locate that Qin youngster?" She thought of Qin Feng's stubborn expression and the increasingly indecent gestures he'd made, and couldn't contain her anger: "He dared to challenge even this general—he's finished." Scotty answered truthfully: "Sir, the way that young man escapes is quite unusual. I haven't been able to figure out how to track him down. I've already tried the tactic of luring him deeper into the fray—this one should no longer work. We'll have to find a different approach." "You're just repeating yourself—get to the point." "The point is… I honestly don't know what to do. In the past, it was always he who came to me. He's already seen your strength firsthand, and now he dares to show up?" "What do you mean, the beating I received just now was too light?" "No, no, General, please let me explain." Thud... thud... pfft... The same sounds repeated once again. Two minutes later, Scotty was nothing but a dying dog, gasping for breath, with not a single good piece of flesh left on his body. ... Inspector's Office. After listening to Qingya's account, Lei Feng frowned. "The demonic forces have launched an invasion—how dare they be so reckless! They knew there was a cultivation realm on Earth, yet they still dared to come over." "Director, according to your impression, it seems we have some long-standing grievances with the demonic forces," she asked. The Director nodded. "This goes back tens of thousands of years. The Celestial Realm and the demonic forces engaged in a prolonged war, each pouring immense human and material resources into the conflict, suffering heavy losses on both sides." "Then, who ultimately won?" Qingya asked, showing clear interest. The Director declared with authority, "Of course, the Immortal Realm has won. If the Demon Clan had triumphed, would we still be standing here? Indeed, our victory was hard-earned—precisely because it was so, people feel there's little to boast about, and the event is rarely remembered. After their defeat, the Demon Clan became more cautious, no longer daring to encroach upon the Immortal Realm's territories. Yet I never expected that they had already dispatched envoys to Earth thousands of years ago to gather intelligence." "Is this particularly significant?" the beautiful Inspector asked, still uncertain of his meaning. The Director nodded and said, "Indeed, it is crucial—it concerns the rightful ownership of Earth. Originally, Earth was an unclaimed land, and the cultivation realm has only existed for a few thousand years. If the Demon Clan had reached Earth first, they would claim it as their domain. Yet, in our view, even if Earth is not ours, at the very least, the Chinese nation belongs to us." "It sounds a bit convoluted, but Qingya, being sharp as a tack, still caught the point—much like two countries with territorial disputes, each having its own valid reasons, the more they argue, the more confused they become. The best way to resolve such disputes is to settle it with a fight—whichever side has the stronger force wins. If one side isn't subdued or if one is unwilling to take action, then the arguing will simply continue." "Given the wide-ranging implications, I'll need to consult with senior management," said Lei Feng in a steady tone. "Good thing the magical race hasn't launched an invasion yet; otherwise, I'd definitely act without prior notice—first strike, then report." The female Inspector quickly interjected, "Director, I promised Qin Feng that our Office would never remain passive. You must absolutely ensure this matter moves forward, or else—otherwise—" "What else could possibly go wrong?" Lei Feng asked, smiling. The beautiful woman blushed: "If we don't lend a hand, how would I face Qin Feng?" "Oh, you really care about him, don't you?" Lei Feng smiled, slightly puzzled. "Impossible," Qingya said seriously. "I'm only concerned that if we don't assist, he won't allocate any dividends to us. Then all our previous efforts would have been for nothing." In truth, she was more worried about her own share of the dividends—she already had leverage in her hands, and if she didn't push harder this time, it might all be lost. The Director nodded in agreement: "That makes sense. We truly can't afford not to help."