92: Chapter 92 Going Alone to the Meeting, in the Steward's Hall.

"What is there to panic about?"

Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged, his deep black eyes as calm as an ancient well, and he didn't even knit his brows.

He casually straightened the cuffs of his black robe, his tone as flat as if he were discussing what to have for dinner, and said: "Is there anything Steward Wang cannot accomplish in the 666th Menial District with his strength?! Since he has gone to the trouble of preparing food and wine to invite me, it is for drinking. If I, Qin, were not to go, would that not be giving him too little Face?"

"Go back and tell Steward Wang that I will arrive at the banquet on time."

Qin Feng shot a cold glance at the two guards.

"Captain Qin is indeed a straightforward man. We shall await your arrival at the Management Hall." The guard offered an insincere smile, cupped his hands, and turned to leave quickly.

Watching their departing backs, the women were so worried that they shed tears.

Only Zhao Linger, who had changed into a capable guard uniform, stepped out from the crowd at this moment.

The usual timidity was gone from her pure Face, replaced by a heart-palpitating coldness and determination.

"Sister Su, Brother Chen, dry your tears."

Zhao Linger's hand rested on her waist saber, her gaze locked firmly onto Qin Feng's towering, god-like back, and she said word by word:

"Since Master has decided to go, he must have a way to break this situation. We must believe in him, we must!"

"The only thing we need to do now is to guard the home for him. Anyone who dares to come to the Ninth Squad to cause trouble at this time will be killed without mercy!"

Hearing Zhao Linger's words filled with Killing Intent, Qin Feng smiled with satisfaction.

"Guard the home."

Dropping these three words, Qin Feng did not look back, striding out of the Ninth Squad's courtyard and heading straight towards the Management Hall.

"Yes!" Zhao Linger nodded heavily.

Night fell over the 666th Menial District's Management Hall.

Unlike the usual hustle and bustle, the Management Hall appeared exceptionally dead silent tonight.

Outside the towering walls, not a single patrolling Menial Laborer could be seen. The entire building seemed like a steel behemoth dormant in the darkness, opening its bloody maw, quietly waiting for its prey to arrive.

"Creak—" The heavy mahogany door was slowly pushed open.

Qin Feng, hands behind his back, stepped over the high threshold with steady, powerful strides and a composed expression.

Inside the spacious main hall, it was brightly lit.

In the center sat a large carved round table, laden with delicacies, and a pot of warm spirit wine was emitting an alluring aroma.

Steward Wang Taian sat in the main seat with his potbelly, a cold and stiff fake smile hanging on his Face.

Beside him, Yang Liu, wearing a provocative red dress and full of charm, stood with her head bowed and eyes lowered.

"Hehe, Captain Qin, you are indeed punctual. Come, take a seat."

Seeing Qin Feng walk in, a flash of chilling coldness crossed Steward Wang Taian's murky eyes, and he gestured toward the chair opposite him, greeting him with an insincere smile.

"Many thanks, Steward."

Qin Feng strode forward, pulled out the chair without ceremony, and sat down steadily.

At the very moment he sat down, "Clang! Bang!"

On both sides of the hall, the dozen elite guards who had been standing like wooden stakes suddenly retreated in unison and quickly withdrew from the hall.

Immediately after, the two heavy, iron-clad doors of the Management Hall were tightly closed and locked from the outside!

"Hum—!!!" Almost simultaneously, a dazzling earthy-yellow light erupted from the floor and dome of the entire hall.

Countless complex Formation runes flowed wildly on the walls like living creatures, weaving into an indestructible translucent light screen that completely sealed the entire room.

Second-tier defensive Formation, 'Mystic Earth Spirit-Sealing Array', activated!

Once this Formation was activated, even a cultivator at the Qi Refining Middle Stage would not be able to break through the defense and escape without half an hour of frenzied bombardment.

In an instant, only Steward Wang Taian, Yang Liu, and Qin Feng remained in the large, enclosed room.

The atmosphere instantly compressed to the freezing point!

Facing a certain-death trap like catching a turtle in a jar, Qin Feng did not even blink an eyelid.

He leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, his deep black eyes looking at Steward Wang Taian opposite him with a smile that was not quite a smile, and he asked indifferently: "I wonder, Steward Wang, what is the important matter for which you have summoned me?"

Steward Wang Taian did not answer immediately. He stared coldly at Qin Feng, as if looking at a cold corpse, and sneered inwardly: 'Brat, let's see how much longer you can be arrogant.'

"We will discuss the matter in a moment."

At this moment, Yang Liu, who had been standing to the side, suddenly walked up gracefully.

She swayed her water-snake-like waist, picked up the pot of warm spirit wine, walked to Qin Feng's side, and leaned down slightly.

A large expanse of breathtaking snowy white swayed before his eyes, and a dizzying scent of lilies rushed toward him.

"It is rare for Captain Qin to come over. You should first toast the Steward."

Yang Liu's voice was bewitchingly charming. Her slender hands tilted slightly, and the clear wine flowed like a silver thread into the white jade wine cup in front of Qin Feng.

At the moment of pouring the wine, a subtle, hidden glint flashed in Yang Liu's long, narrow peach-blossom eyes, meeting Qin Feng's gaze briefly in mid-air.

The qi-dissolving powder was in the wine.

"Madam is right."

A playful arc curled at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth. He did not check if the wine was poisoned at all.

The Heavenly Tyrant Body was immune to all poisons; a mere 'qi-dissolving powder' couldn't even stir up a ripple inside his body, not to mention that this was the hunting script he and Yang Liu had agreed upon beforehand.

Certain that the other party had made ample preparations...

Qin Feng picked up the wine cup and toasted Steward Wang Taian from afar, "Steward, please."

After speaking, he tilted his head back and drank the spirit wine in one gulp.

"Gulp."

Watching his Adam's apple roll as the poisoned wine went down, the fake smile on Steward Wang Taian's Face vanished without a trace.

Replacing it was the extreme ferocity and cruelty that appeared after the dagger was revealed!

"Good, well drunk!"

Steward Wang Taian drank his wine in one gulp and slammed the jade cup in his hand onto the table, emitting a crisp explosion sound.

He said in a stern, cold voice: "Since the wine has been drunk, let us speak plainly!"

"I ask you, was Second Squad Captain Nan Rufeng killed by you?!"

Facing the pressure of the Qi Refining Stage 3, Qin Feng sat motionless in his chair, even leisurely tapping his fingers on the table.

"Was he sent by you to assassinate me?" Qin Feng asked in reply instead of answering.

"Insolent! I am asking you a question, you just need to answer."

Steward Wang Taian was already unscrupulous now. In his eyes, Qin Feng, who had drunk the qi-dissolving powder, would have his true essence dissipate in at most a moment, becoming a useless dog he could trample underfoot.

Crucially, in terms of strength, he was also at Qi Refining Stage 3; in terms of power, he was the Steward; and in terms of geographical advantage, the other party was currently in his Management Hall!

Heavenly timing, geographical advantage, and human support—he had the advantage in every aspect!!!

"Just need to answer?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng suddenly stopped tapping the table.

His icy, bone-chilling gaze locked firmly onto Steward Wang Taian opposite him. His thin lips parted slightly, and he said coldly: "Would you mind explaining, Steward, what you mean by, what the f*ck you mean by, 'just need to answer'?!"