Though Qingya didn't say it outright, he deeply admired Qin Feng, as he quickly came up with a solid plan against the demonic forces. First, he would lure the enemy deeper, drawing Meili and her troops into a favorable zone for his own forces. Second, he would shift the focus by personally creating tension—by facing off directly with Meili, the female demon leader. In fact, he wouldn’t need to deliberately provoke her; simply seeing his grumpy demeanor would make Meili furious, prompting her to charge straight in and fight him without hesitation. Third, Qingya would personally lead the assault, swiftly and decisively eliminating Meili’s subordinates, leaving her with no troops to rely on—effectively making her a lone commander. These three steps were interlinked and sequential. As long as they succeeded, even if Meili possessed great skill, she would be unable to generate much impact on her own. The most crucial aspect was Qin Shao's second step—not only had to successfully draw the female demon away, but also had to ensure she remained unaware that she had been outwitted, while simultaneously delaying time as much as possible to lay a solid foundation for the third phase. After outlining his strategy, he licked his slightly dry lips and said, "Does everyone understand? Any objections?" Everyone shook their heads. Though Qingya had intended to raise a few points of her own to strengthen her standing, Qin Feng's plan was so well-thought-out that she couldn't find a single flaw. "Very well," he said, "since there are no objections, let's begin implementation—each of you to your respective duties." As he spoke, however, he noticed two unwelcoming glances and quickly amended, "Then, let our esteemed leader, Qingya, issue the orders." The elegant inspector gave him a withering look, thinking, Good thing you have some sense of timing. If you dare to overstep your bounds, I'll have your head. The privilege of offering advice is already a great honor—don't you dare take it for granted. She spoke with serious determination: "The plan is well known to all. Everyone should take their positions—this is a decisive moment. I hope each of you will give your best effort." "Understood," the group of inspectors replied in unison. "Well, since neither of us is suited for going out, then nobody's going to complain about the other." He continued to close his eyes. "You..." The beautiful woman was furious, yet powerless, wanting to give him a good scolding, yet afraid that after he got hit, he'd become sluggish and unproductive—thus jeopardizing their flawless plan. The situation felt exactly like a lion trying to bite a hedgehog, completely at a loss. Her chest rose and fell as she took several deep breaths, finally calming herself, and said, "Hey, how can you be so indifferent? You're lounging comfortably, doing nothing for your superior—this is exactly what a subordinate should do!" Qin barely opened his eyes, and with a casual wave, a second beach chair and a side table laden with red wine and various fruits materialized from his meditation ring. "That's much better. The beautiful Inspector settled comfortably, one hand holding her wine glass, the other busy stuffing fruit into her mouth. After all, these were things she didn't have to pay for—she wouldn't feel ashamed to go without, and certainly wouldn't let her ladyship run out of money by doing so. Her eyes slightly narrowed, watching Qingya devour the fruit as if she had mistaken them for her companions. Didn't I just tease you a few times? Is that why you're so deeply resentful toward me? Well, then, it seems I'll have to keep being a bad guy, gradually making you used to it—hahahaha. That's the advantage of being in a leadership position—just one sentence from the leader, and the subordinates run around like mad. It's no wonder so many people aspire to become officials, striving upward with all their might. Several hours later, Isabella was the first to return. "My dear wife, you've done a great job, haven't you?" he said with a cheerful smile, knowing that his own wife had completed the task first—quite a proud moment indeed. Yet the beautiful instructor shook her head and replied, "No, I haven't found any trace of the magical race." "What," he said, looking disappointed. Isabella spread her hands. "Indeed, I couldn't find them. I've carefully searched my assigned area twice, and still came up empty-handed." "Alright, probably they've gone to other places—we'll hear from them soon," he replied. Qin Feng unconsciously lifted his chin, thinking: At the crucial moment, my people are still reliable—don't let yourself get too proud, you young fellow. Yet, he didn't get a chance to show off either. The Overseers returned one after another, but none of them had spotted any traces of the magical beings. Each one assured him they'd searched their respective areas twice or three times, yet the magical beings seemed to have vanished completely, as if they'd evaporated—no trace at all. She looked at Qin Feng and said, "How can this be? You have to explain." "How am I supposed to know?" he asked. "He arched an eyebrow: 'This situation is most suspicious. I can believe that Meili could have hidden herself—after all, she has a human appearance and can easily blend into the crowd. But what about the large cockroach and the dragon shark? With bodies reaching up to thirty or forty meters, where could they possibly hide? Could it be that they've broken up into smaller units and dispersed throughout the area?' Qingya added, 'Could it be possible that they've once again retreated beneath the ice layer?' Qin Shao looked at her with the gaze of someone examining an alien, asking, 'Do you think such a familiar tactic would suit Meili, a high-intelligence female demon queen?' 'How could it not? Isn't it true that the most dangerous places are also the safest? The more places people naturally think of, the safer they become.' She firmly held her ground. Qin Shao shook his head in resignation, thinking to himself that when this woman is sharp, her intelligence rivals Einstein; but when she's dull, she's practically a textbook case of being physically impressive yet mentally slow. He really wanted to ask her one thing: 'Are you perhaps experiencing a personality split?' " Isabella thought the argument must be wearing thin, and spoke up: "Milly would never do that. The most dangerous place is always the safest. Others might resort to this tactic, but Milly absolutely wouldn't—because she sees herself as clever and doesn't feel inclined to repeat well-worn strategies. Even if she'd thought hard or if other options were clearly inferior, she'd still choose something fresh." Bingo—right on the mark. You've got to start learning that, dear.