Clatter. Eighty Electronic Books (txt02.com) Shu Yajing thought he was afraid, and said, "It's不利 for you. Whether they're victims or street vendors acting as witnesses, everyone claims you were the one who assaulted them. Intentionally injuring people and disrupting public order—these charges alone are enough to send you to detention for at least six months. Even with your Chinese-foreigner status, it won't matter. You're not truly foreign—you're just someone holding a passport from a small country like Latvia, which doesn't have much diplomatic standing." (The implied meaning being that even if you're not directly sentenced, being held in detention is more than sufficient.) Qin Feng smiled, "Have the people who were beaten been properly identified? Has the police officer certainly verified their identities?" Shu Yajing blushed, "Even if they're just street toughs, what's wrong with that? Doesn't assaulting a tough count as a violation? Stop talking about justifiable defense—even if it is, it's clearly excessive defense, and you'll have to take responsibility." Qin Feng shrugged and asked, "Do you have paper and pen?" "Are you going to make a statement? Fine, here you go!" Shu Yajing immediately tossed her notebook and pen to him. Qin Feng quickly wrote down several numbers and a name, then handed them to the policewoman with a commanding tone: "Call this person right away and tell him the death threat has been lifted—he'll understand." Shu Yajing narrowed her eyes: "Why should I follow your instructions? Who are you?" Qin Feng smiled mysteriously, pointing to her rank of Deputy Inspector: "If you call, you'll likely earn yourself a new flower; if you don't, nothing will happen—up to you. By the way, what time do you officially start work?" Shu Yajing glanced at her watch instinctively: "Exactly eight o'clock, with fourteen minutes left." "Ah, that gives you exactly fourteen minutes to think," Qin Feng said, then paused thoughtfully: "Actually, only thirteen minutes—since it will take at least a minute to make the call." "Miss Officer, go back and think it over carefully," she said, holding the note and drifting vaguely toward her office. After a few minutes, she suddenly snapped to attention, tapping the desk sharply. "A young, inexperienced fellow, daring to give orders to me, the Deputy Commander? That doesn't make sense. Wait—this is the military district's number, Wei Qingtian... Could it be? Wei... Wei Chairman!" Miss Shu Ya Jing's eyes widened in astonishment. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone, dialed a few numbers, then felt uneasy and switched to the landline on her desk. As the call connected, her heart began to race—what should she say first if it truly was the Chairman? Just as she was feeling anxious, a calm voice came through the receiver: "Hello, this is Wei Qingtian. May I ask who you are?" "Really, it's Comrade Wei! The policewoman's heart was pounding as if it had leapt right into her throat. All she could recall was what Qin Feng had once said: "Someone has told me to inform you that the death threat has been lifted..." Her normally calm tone now became tense: "What did you say? Please repeat that." Shu Ya Jing almost dropped the handset, carefully rephrasing: "Someone has told you... that the death threat... has been... has been lifted..." On the other end of the line sat an elderly man in a military uniform, bearing the rank of general, sitting upright with visible excitement: "My dear, who are you? Who instructed you to call? Tell me quickly—aren't you a police officer from Pingluan City? A suspect, isn't it? How could a suspect possibly deliver such news? Have him pick up the phone right away!" "Yes, Comrade Wei!" Shu Ya Jing hung up the phone and hurried out of the office. Several close aides of Ma's had already headed toward the interrogation room. As she rushed down the corridor, she heard a young woman arguing with someone: "What are you doing? Even when carrying out official duties, you should let people eat their breakfast first." Below, Fang Fang was arguing with several officers. She had just placed breakfast in Qin Feng's hands when they insisted on taking him away, showing absolutely no courtesy. Shu Yajing demanded, "What are you doing?" "Captain, Ma Director has instructed us to take him to the detention center," one officer said, citing Ma's authority to block the officer's words. Generally speaking, subordinates would always follow a superior's orders, even if they were deeply principled. Shu Yajing didn't back down. Instead, she issued a clear command: "This person must come with me to my office. I have an important phone call to make. Ma Director will find me, and I'll personally explain the situation to him." With that, she pulled Qin Feng, who was just about to eat breakfast, and together with Fang Fang, they headed upstairs. Several officers stood frozen in place—this was going head-on against Ma's office. What were they waiting for? They should immediately report to the leadership. Qin Feng had calculated that Shu Yajing would definitely call. After all, what Fei Qingtian represented in the People's Republic of China might be unknown to ordinary citizens, but as a police officer, she surely wouldn't be unfamiliar with it. With her hopeful gaze, Qin Feng calmly picked up the receiver. "Hello, this is Fei Qingtian, isn't it? You don't need to ask me why I know—just check one location, and you'll find out. Given your position, you should have the ability to summon spy satellites at any time. Very well, I'll stay on the line, waiting for your results. The coordinates are…" A few minutes later, Wei Qingtian's voice came through again: "Hey, I've seen it now. Based on the markings left on the wreckage, we can confirm it's indeed the Death Island—how did you know?" Qin Feng stated his terms: "I'll tell you, but in return, you'll have to help me with something." Wei Qingtian agreed on the spot: "You're sure? I'll immediately contact the Minister of Public Security and have him issue an official directive. What's so big about knocking out a few members of the local crime syndicates? Those guys deserved it. Thanks a lot, young man—I can now sleep soundly.