?Reading on mobile phone The Fang family is puzzled—who called the police? For so long, the merchants on Old Street Three have grown accustomed to the constant influx of street thugs, knowing that filing a complaint usually yields little results. Yet, they can't ignore the customers who are deeply principled and insist on justice. In general, when the Old Street Three Police Station hears that the thugs are causing trouble, they adopt a hands-off attitude, allowing the situation to unfold naturally until the thugs have settled things on their own, then only making a symbolic appearance. Even when police arrive promptly at times, they often remain at a distance, as if nothing has happened, only stepping in enthusiastically once the thugs have finally departed. This time, however, the police arrived much sooner—so quickly that the merchants found it hard to believe. Could it be that this time the thugs themselves were beaten up? To believe that the police have no connection with these thugs, or that they haven't been asking for favors, would be hard to accept. After all, soldiers are soldiers and bandits are bandits. Even if their private relationships are close, the police have to carry out their official duties, present a united front, and appear as if they're firmly opposed. It wouldn't be obvious at all if, upon receiving a complaint, they simply rushed over after a minor scuffle—how could that be less evident? As soon as the police got out of their vehicles, everyone realized that the officer who had been leading the team until now wasn't the one who had been in charge—she was a new recruit. Clearly, she wasn't yet familiar with the internal dynamics. Upon receiving the alert, she immediately led her team to the scene. With only three kilometers to cover, how could she not arrive promptly? A dynamic female officer, dressed in a perfectly pressed uniform, wearing a tailored female police cap, a knee-length skirt, and black mid-height leather shoes, commanded the scene with strong presence: "You five—immediately surround these people. Anyone daring enough to engage in a physical fight right here in our district will find themselves in serious trouble!" It was clear that the police were not particularly eager to take charge of this situation. Due to the leadership having already issued instructions, everyone kept looking at one another, finally making their way slowly toward this area. It's just a black society brawl—there's no need to expend energy managing it. Let them settle it on their own; that would save us all the trouble. The police officer leading the group immediately recognized the man lying on the ground as Chen Hu, and hurried over, bending down to speak in a low voice: "What's going on? You've been beaten up—how can there still be justice?" Moved to tears, Chen Hu said, "Brother Sun, this time I've really suffered a lot. Please, for the relationship I have with the bureau director, do help me out." Brother Sun patted his chest firmly: "Don't worry—I'll definitely fight for you. Who had the nerve to attack you? Are they gone?" He automatically ignored Qin Feng, who had been standing at a distance all along—no one would have believed that one person could have taken down dozens from the Hu faction, otherwise the Hu faction wouldn't have dominated the old Third Street for so long. "They're still here—they haven't left!" Chen Hu couldn’t help but wish he could sink through the ground. Determined to avenge himself, he lost all sense of face and pointed toward Qin Feng, saying, “That young man did it. Brother Sun, please grab him and take him away.” Brother Sun’s eyes widened in disbelief, asking, “Are you sure it wasn’t someone else who knocked them senseless? You had over forty people, and yet they were beaten so badly by just one person?” Chen Hu wanted to insist it wasn’t true, but could only nod, his face turning red. “For heaven’s sake!” Brother Sun couldn’t help but curse, “Are you all just sitting around doing nothing?” Without further hesitation, he turned and rushed to the female officer in charge, relaying the entire story with added emphasis. The female team leader frowned, saying, “How could this be? These victims don’t seem like the kind of people you’d expect to be attacked. If they were really beaten so severely by one person, aren’t they just pretending?” Who in their right mind would casually lie on the street pretending to be knocked out? Brother Sun wiped a bead of sweat, saying, “They’re genuine victims. Head, what should we do now?” "The officer raised her hand: 'Take everyone, and go to the bureau to find out what's going on.' A police officer named Sun subtly made a reassuring gesture to Chen Hu—indicating that once they reached the bureau, the young man would definitely face serious consequences, with the charge of intentional injury being unavoidable, and he would even receive the highest level of treatment, a special courtesy. Of course Fang Fang knew all this, yet she certainly couldn't ignore it the way her parents had. As she recalled Qin Feng's words, she immediately had a plan. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number: "May I speak to Ms. Mei's secretary? I have something very important to report to Ms. Mei—something concerning Qin's son. Ms. Mei is in a meeting, so please make sure to inform her immediately; this matter is truly urgent." Earlier, during the brief period when the police were arresting people, Li Ru had shared with Qin Feng the details she remembered. Qin Feng had openly revealed that he was actually Qin Wei's long-lost son. If Qin family members could step in, perhaps Qin Feng could be rescued from custody. After all, Qin Group is a leading enterprise in Pingyang City, with strong ties to both the political and law enforcement circles. Even though Qin Wei had passed away, these connections remain intact. Qin Feng was soon escorted to the district bureau, where the female officer in charge personally oversaw his interrogation. Because she never believed that someone so skilled in combat could possibly take down dozens of street toughs and come out completely unscathed. "Name?" "Qin Feng." "Age?" "Twenty." "Gender?" "Definitely not a woman!" "Stop playing games with me!" The policewoman slammed her file folder hard onto the table, aiming to impress the man who was smirking at her. Since the policewoman had taken her seat across from Qin Feng, this man had been scanning her with an air of admiration, taking in her features from head to toe. It must be said that the policewoman was quite attractive. Many girls, in fact, are afraid to lift their hair and expose their foreheads—something that would immediately make them feel self-conscious. But here, the woman’s hair was completely tucked beneath her police cap, revealing a flawless, unembellished face, fully exposed to him. Her elegant eyebrows, large expressive eyes, a slightly upturned nose, a delicate cherry-blossom mouth, and a gradually defined jawline—though her skin wasn’t particularly fair, it was exceptionally smooth. The only thing that wasn't beautiful was her large, originally lovely eyes, blazing with anger, as if deeply dissatisfied with his previous answer. Seeing the girl upset, Qin Feng quickly straightened his posture and earnestly said, "Sister Officer, I'm truly not a woman. If you'd like, I can have you check me out—then I can prove I haven't been lying."