?Reading on mobile phone Check, check what? The policewoman followed Qin Feng's gaze and instantly lost her temper. The man was chuckling, staring at her crotch, clearly implying that if she suspected his gender, then go ahead and check—she’d surely come to appreciate what true masculine strength truly meant. "Straighten up! Otherwise, I'll treat you rather unkindly!" The policewoman slammed the folder onto the table, her chest swaying with the force of her movement. Wow, quite the find indeed. Qin Feng had just now noticed the size of the policewoman's bust—previously overlooked, simply because her uniform was so plain. It was said that police-issue undergarments used a softer, less thick sponge than standard ones, and based on this initial assessment, this policewoman at least measured 34C. As a high-minded, accomplished killer, keen observation was essential—something Qin Feng had consistently excelled at. "Hehe, Officer sister, don't get mad at me—all I wanted to prove was that I'm a man, that's all," Qin Feng said with a cheerful smile. The officer gave a light scoff and resumed her mechanical questioning style: "Place of origin?" "Native to Plain City; currently a citizen of the Republic of Latvia," Qin Feng answered honestly. The officer raised an eyebrow. "Are you a foreigner?" "Yes, Officer," Qin Feng said, "I'm a Chinese expatriate!" His straightforward response stemmed from his foreign citizenship. The officer frowned—should he truly be a foreigner, there would be numerous procedural complications. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Why did you hit people?" Qin Feng shrugged. "Officer sister, you're mistaken—how could it be called hitting when it was clearly self-defense?" The officer huffed. "You knocked down dozens and left them lying in hospitals, unable to get up—how is that self-defense?" "Officer sister—" "Shut up! Who is your sister?" "Alright, Officer. I know it might make you sound a bit old, but since you insist, I can't argue." "...” For three years as a police officer, Shu Yajing had risen from a regular officer to a team leader, then to an assistant captain—yet she had never encountered a suspect as tenacious and uncooperative as this one. After hours of questioning, she had managed to extract only his name and age. "Seriously, I'm fed up!" Especially recalling the way the young man kept casting lingering glances at her chest, she felt utterly incensed. Yet, surprisingly, the young man was a traitor—holding a passport from another country—which made Shu Yajing feel as though a lion had encountered a hedgehog, completely at a loss for how to proceed. Seeing the assistant captain storm out of the interview room, Police Officer Sun hurried to meet her: "Head, isn't it true that the guy is stubborn—refusing to budge? I'll take over. I promise he'll open up." Shu Yajing nodded without hesitation: "Alright, hand it over to you. Get to work." The longer the time saved, the more staff claiming to be embassy officials came to protect their citizens. "Don't worry, boss!" Sun, the police officer, watched Shu Yajing leave, his sweet smile turning into a cold one. A few minutes later, he and two close friends entered the interrogation room together, carrying a phone directory, sledgehammers, and handcuffs. "We're not going to waste any time on formalities," Sun declared, as the director on the phone had clearly instructed him just moments before to thoroughly discipline those disrupting the peace on the old Third Street and to restore harmony among the more well-meaning local citizens. "Now, we'll take good care of you!" With a single glance, Sun's colleagues immediately understood and stepped up to fasten handcuffs on Qin Feng. Qin Feng pretended to be flustered: "What exactly are you planning? I warn you—I'm a foreigner. Don't act so bold." "A foreigner? Even if you've come straight from heaven, you'll still have to suffer!" Sun snapped, lifting the sledgehammer and shouting, "Let's get going!" One person grabbed his neck from behind, another immediately placed a thick telephone directory flat against his chest. Sun, the police officer, raised his hammer high. Pfft... thud... This sound had not been unfamiliar to the audience outside the interrogation room. At the highest floor of an office building some fifteen kilometers away, an elderly man with white hair stepped out of the elevator, hurried into the general manager's office, and asked immediately, "Xiao Hui, why have you called me so urgently? Is it another mishap involving Cheng Mei?" The professionally dressed woman, originally seated behind the luxurious desk, rose and replied, "No. A clerical staff member from one of our subsidiaries called my secretary, saying that Mr. Qin's son had been taken into police custody and that we needed to act quickly." "Such an unremarkable boy—always causing trouble. The foundation Mr. Qin has painstakingly built will eventually be ruined by him!" "The elder sighed, lamenting, 'If it weren't for the fact that he's Qin Zhong's bloodline, I'd have hardly bothered. Wait—just now I called Cheng Mei, and she said she was taking Qin Yu to a dinner event. How could he possibly end up with the police?' The two of them walked out together. The elder asked, "How was he captured?" The young woman replied with a touch of resignation, "He saved me, you know—fought off dozens of thugs single-handedly. Honestly, how can I believe this story? On Old Street Three, there's collusion between police and criminals. I'm afraid if we arrive too late, the young man will have been badly beaten." The elder disagreed, "When Awai was younger, he was a boxing champion and always stood up for the underdog. That gives me some confidence." Two black executive vehicles set off from different locations and headed toward the Old Street Three Police Station. Outside the interrogation room, a police officer pulled at his colleague's sleeve and asked, "Why is it so quick today? Just two minutes and the commotion has stopped." The colleague speculated, "Old Sun never holds back—surely the young man couldn't have held up." "That's possible." Dressed in civilian clothes, the policewoman had already stepped out of the main gate when she turned back, growing more and more puzzled—the more she thought about it, the more she felt sure her subordinates must have been withholding something from her. She knocked on the door of the interrogation room several times in a row, but it remained closed. "Old Sun, open the door!" As she knocked, she glanced around, and the concerned expressions on everyone's faces only reinforced her growing sense that something was amiss. She raised her voice, almost commanding: "Open the door now—this is an order."