It turned out that when Qin Feng had invited Lei Feng and Qingya to join, if it weren't for that, not only would Qingya have held different views on the matter concerning the magical race, but even Lei Feng wouldn't have been willing to actively support the Chinese people. After all, the Chinese cultivation world had gone so long without any successful ascensions to the heavens that the heavenly realm had almost completely forgotten them. Who would want to champion such underachieving individuals? Seeing the Director nod in agreement, the beautiful Inspector felt confident enough to go and inform Qin Feng. She smiled and said, "Then I'll go find him first, and also gather some information about the senior magical clans. I'll need the Director's team to come and reinforce us." Lei Feng patted his chest and said, "Don't worry. I'll assemble the other Inspectors as quickly as possible, and we'll all move in together. What's a few senior magical clans? We'll handle them effortlessly. After Qingya left the Surveillance Office, she finally realized she had been overly excited—after all, this deal only benefited the Chinese people. What was there to be thrilled about? Was it just for that 5% dividend at year-end? She shook her head, but still couldn't manage the same effortless grace as before. Although the three ancient clans had previously opened the gate to the magical realm, after two successive transmissions, the channel had grown increasingly frail. Using it again recklessly would risk encountering temporal turbulence—even with divine or saint-tier magical beings stationed there, they would likely be swept away by the chaos and have little chance of survival. Therefore, the forward base had become critically important. Mirel stood on the dragon shark's head, watching the large crabs working diligently, and gently called out, "You need to give it one more push. When the base is completed, you'll be the real heroes." The large crabs responded with cheerful hums and worked even faster. Suddenly, the dragon shark beneath them trembled several times, and the whiskers on either side of its mouth swayed for a while. The beautiful magical being frowned, murmuring softly, "This useless Kosty—calling him a mere kitchen staff member is an understatement. He's even worse than a kitchen staff member. He's been defeated in front of humans again. How could he not commit suicide to atone for his failure?" "After venting all this frustration, she ordered, 'Head straight to the incident site right away.' Dragon Shark's flight speed was no less than that of a typical jet aircraft, so they arrived swiftly at the outskirts of a city in Central Europe. Costi lay miserable on the scattered stones, with three large, gasping crickets still crouched beside him. Mirel asked, 'What's going on? We were supposed to dispatch nine flying crickets—why are only three left?' The man quickly scrambled to his feet, then knelt down and said, 'General, the humans have been utterly unscrupulous. They've used a device called a nuclear bomb, catching us completely off guard. They were so ruthless—they hadn't even fully evacuated the city when they detonated the bomb...' 'The humans actually possess such an advanced weapon,' the beautiful fairy mage remarked coldly. Costi nodded vigorously, 'Yes, Qin Feng used it before...' 'What?' She slapped the man right in the face and demanded, "Last time, I told you clearly—why didn't you inform me promptly?" Koshti was nearly crying, pathetically explaining, "Qin Feng's nuclear blast wasn't very powerful. It took at least three explosions to kill a medium-sized flying cockroach, and during the blasts, I could usually withstand them without any injury. So, I never reported it." "Then what about now?" Meili asked, her voice rising. "This time, the blast strength is several times stronger than before," Koshti continued. "I didn't expect it to be this intense, so I simply didn't—." Meili was furious. If she hadn't been unable to summon her other subordinates, she would have been delighted to personally demonstrate her frustration on this clumsy man. Now, she had done just that. Who could blame her? The team was at a critical moment. While it was satisfying to eliminate this underperforming officer, she would soon face a crisis of manpower—wouldn't everything have to be handled personally? She wasn't afraid of hard work—her real problem was that she simply couldn't manage multiple tasks at once. It was impossible to keep a close eye on base construction while simultaneously capturing and holding human attention elsewhere. Costi sensed her master's growing frustration and quickly interjected, "All fault lies with me. I assumed humans were easy to handle, and thus fell into their trap. Who could have predicted that those very people who always spoke so proudly of humanitarian values would use nuclear weapons while still having thousands of civilians trapped in the city? They were truly ruthless." She herself had slaughtered countless lives, yet still had the audacity to claim others were cruel. Still, it must be admitted that the humans had executed a truly bold strategy—successfully eliminating six of the major cockroaches, wounding three more, and even inflicting serious injuries on Costi, who had long held herself as the leader of the magical race. The results were indeed impressive. Of course, they had also paid a heavy price: thousands of civilians who hadn't managed to evacuate in time became casualties, and the region suffered severe contamination, rendering it uninhabitable for at least thirty years. Mirel suppressed her anger and asked, "Where is Qin Feng? Has he appeared at all?" Costi shook his head, "He hasn't appeared at all, and neither has any woman who was with him. General, don't you think they're plotting something?" Nonsense—what else could one possibly say? Honestly, she didn't want to see that irritating face anymore. She sniffed, "Go back to heal, but remember this: don't come near the forward base under construction. If you show up within a hundred kilometers, I'll kill you right away." Costi was so startled he nearly ran in place. Truth be told, he really wanted to hide beneath the Arctic ice—there at least he'd feel safe. But since the general had made her demands, he could only bow and say, "General, please rest assured. I'll absolutely not go near the base. I understand your concern—fear that my presence might reveal the base's secrets." The beautiful mage raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself: How has his intelligence grown so sharp? Is it due to the injuries he's sustained? If that were truly the case, then Madam wouldn't mind giving me three beatings a day—just to turn you into a sensible person, which would indeed be a good thing. Noticing the change in the Master's expression and gaze, he realized something was amiss and decided it was better to hurry away before facing more blows. He scrambled up from the ground, using both hands and feet, and said, "General, I'll vanish right away—guaranteed not to trouble you again." With that, he limped off. Miree watched his retreating figure, then stroked her pointed chin. "It seems there's a definite connection between intelligence and being beaten."