"I don't know either," Misaki Ikegami interrupted him. "That's not normal pupil size from the Ikegami family. It must be something Aya had in America. Didn't you notice the color of her eyes when she came back yesterday?"

A moment of silence followed. Han Feng could imagine the old man shaking his head.

"Silver-blue...like frozen lake water," Misaki Ikegami murmured. "And her strength..." She paused, letting out a long sigh. "Never mind, that's not important. What's important is that she'll officially take over the family the day after tomorrow, and then all the opponents..."

"Young Miss!" The First Elder suddenly raised his voice, "Are you really going to give in? We can contact other powerful families, even the royal family..."

"Shut up!" Misaki Ikegami snapped, "Do you want our entire clan to perish with you? Ayako's current strength..." Her voice suddenly lowered, "You know that yesterday, just one glance... just one glance... and I was utterly powerless to resist."

Han Feng, standing outside the door, was tense. Could Chi Shangling's mutated Moon Eyes possess such power?

"Then what do we do now..." The elder's voice was filled with despair.

"Wait." Misaki Ikegami said coldly, "Do as Aya says, at least we can save the lives of our clansmen. As for the rest..." Her tone suddenly turned strange, "I have no other choice. Let's see if Aya will really take action against our clansmen."

Han Feng frowned. There was a hidden meaning in her words—was Misaki Ikegami referring to something else?

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor. Han Feng retreated into the shadows with lightning speed and saw that the two servants from before had returned, carrying empty plates in their hands.

"Still haven't eaten..." The young servant shook his head.

The elder sighed, "Such a tragedy has befallen our family..."

The two suddenly fell silent, looking around warily. Han Feng concealed his presence to the extreme, his heart almost stopping. After confirming that no one was around, the servants quietly took the food cart and left.

Han Feng approached the door again, only to hear the sound of a chair being moved inside.

"That's enough for today," said Misaki Ikegami. "Go and reassure the other elders. Remember—until Aya returns, everything remains the same. Also, keep a close eye on any elders who harbor disloyal intentions."

Footsteps approached the door. Han Feng immediately retreated, his figure disappearing like smoke around the corner of the corridor. The door opened, and a hunched-over, white-haired old man stepped out, his face etched with sorrow and worry.

After the elder had walked away, Han Feng hesitated for a second—should he continue to follow the old man, or risk investigating Ikegami Misaki's room? The former might yield more information about the family, while the latter would give him the opportunity to confront this key figure directly.

After a moment's hesitation, Han Feng made a decisive decision to evacuate and report first. The situation at the Chishang family's residence was far beyond expectations, and the entire operation plan needed to be readjusted.

He retraced his steps, but stopped abruptly at a fork in the road—at the end of the left corridor was a half-open door, emitting an eerie blue light. Even more chilling was the familiar scent of a medicinal agent wafting through the air, identical to the one in the previous laboratory.

"A gene lab? Wasn't it destroyed last time?"

Han Feng's feet suddenly turned. Reason told him he should leave immediately, but professional instinct drove him closer to the door. As the distance decreased, the blue light grew stronger, accompanied by the bubbling sound of liquid.

Just as he was about to reach the door, a soft sound came from behind him—the sound of metal falling to the ground. Han Feng turned around in a flash and saw a servant in black standing in the middle of the corridor, a key lying at his feet, still dangling.

The two locked eyes. The servant's pupils contracted to pinpoints the moment he saw Han Feng, and his mouth opened as if to scream—

\"Bang!\"

A precise chop to the side of the servant's neck. Han Feng caught the limp body and gently placed it on the ground. But it was too late; the sound of the keys hitting the ground was particularly jarring in the silent corridor.

"Who's outside?" Misaki Ikegami's voice came from the room, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

Han Feng cursed under his breath, hoisted the unconscious servant onto his shoulder, and slipped into the adjacent storage room. He had just closed the door when he heard Ikegami Misaki's footsteps stop in the corridor.

"Strange..." the woman muttered to herself, "I clearly heard..."

The storage room was piled high with clutter. Han Feng held his breath and pressed himself against the door. Through the crack, he saw Ikegami Misaki bend down to pick up a key, cautiously glancing around. Today, she was wearing a plain white kimono, her hair casually tied up, and her face was so haggard that she was almost unrecognizable.

What's most striking is her right hand—wrapped from wrist to fingertips, with faint traces of blood seeping out.

Misaki Ikegami stared at the blue-glowing door for a long time before finally shaking her head and leaving. Han Feng waited a full five minutes before daring to move, gently setting down the unconscious servant and climbing out through the ventilation window on the other side of the storage room.

A night breeze brushed against his flushed cheeks as Han Feng moved quickly across the rooftop, organizing his findings from the evening in his mind:

1. Ikegami is dead. The person who killed him was Mu Xiaoxiao.

2. The mutated Moon Eye possesses terrifying power and will take over the family the day after tomorrow;

3. The Ikegami family's genetic laboratory was re-established.

When he climbed over the wall to reunite with his teammates, his first words changed everyone's expression:

"Plans changed. Aya Ikegami's eyes have mutated, and her abilities are different from those of the Ikegami family in the intelligence reports. We need to reconsider."

Back at the safe house, Han Feng told the members of the Reverse Scale Squad to rest. The lights in the room were particularly glaring in the dead of night. As soon as Han Feng closed the door, three pairs of eyes stared at him—Liu Mengran sat on the armrest of the sofa, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes; Su Wanwan sat cross-legged on the carpet, her face turning pale in the reflection of her laptop screen; and Dongfang Wantang stood by the window, a horoscope slowly spinning in her palm.

"How are you?" Liu Mengran was the first to stand up, the shadows under her eyes showing that she hadn't rested at all.

Han Feng tossed his tactical backpack into a corner and rubbed his temples: "Ikegami is dead."

"What?!" Su Wanwan nearly dropped her laptop. "Who did this?"

"Mu Xiaoxiao." Han Feng poured himself a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp. "What's even more troublesome is that Chi Shangling's eyes..." He pointed to his right eye, "They've mutated. Completely different from the traditional moon-shaped eyes of the Chi Shang family. She'll officially take over the family business the day after tomorrow."

Dongfang Wantang's astrolabe suddenly began spinning rapidly: "Mutated Moon Eyes? What are their specific characteristics?"

"I don't know the specifics, but according to the Ikegami family, she controlled the person with just a glance," Han Feng said.

Liu Mengran gasped, Su Wanwan's code interface froze halfway through. An eerie silence fell over the room, broken only by the faint hum of Dongfang Wantang's star chart.