?Mobile reading: Sun Kui, the head of the Shengmen faction, and his lover Cheng Mei were murdered, and the news spread swiftly among the circles. Due to the first person to discover their deaths being a member of Shengmen, by the time the police got involved, there were hardly any traces left to investigate. The black market forces in Pingplain City were shaken. At the same time, Qin Yu, the son of Cheng Mei, vanished without a trace. The senior management of the Qin Group issued an official statement, accompanied by a laboratory report that clearly indicated Qin Yu was not the biological son of Qin Wei, but rather the child of Cheng Mei and another man, with Qin Feng being the sole legitimate heir. While the statement offered little direct commentary on Cheng Mei's death, it subtly suggested that both she and her son had panicked when the situation came to light—she perished under suspicious circumstances, and he fled in haste, disappearing completely. Thus, Qin Feng could formally inherit Qin Wei's estate, all that remained was to complete the necessary legal procedures, which would take only time. The Shengmen had issued no official statements regarding Sun Kui's death, but according to the seasoned veteran Hou Bao, they would by no means rest content with merely losing a hallmaster. Their restrained approach—choosing not to make a big spectacle—was entirely constrained by their own tradition of understated operations; any grand display would only thrust them into the spotlight, making them the target of widespread scrutiny. The Tianli Sect's aura of mystery enabled it to withstand several police anti-corruption campaigns, with its senior members particularly skilled at preserving this quality. Across the street from the Qin family headquarters, a four-wheel-drive vehicle with darkened blast-resistant film on its windows was parked, bearing private car license plates on both the front and rear. Inside the car, Shu Yajing, dressed in her uniform, furrowed her brows and asked, "Why should I go and ask Qin Feng? Isn't it because he's now the heir of a major company that we officers are expected to change our attitude and become humble and deferential?" "Of course not!" He Mengqing, seated in the driver's seat, explained. "Your task is simply to go up and say a few words to him—clarify that the incident last time was a misunderstanding, which counts as a modest gesture of goodwill. Then, arrange a meeting with him. After that, the rest is entirely up to me." Shu Yajing widened her eyes. What did they mean by a 'modest gesture of goodwill'? Wasn't that just an apology? And they wanted her to invite him out—to have dinner, go to a night club, or even go to a hotel room? Wasn't she a police officer, not just some ordinary girl? Without waiting for her to object, He Mengqing spoke with unwavering authority, "Execute the orders." "Power always trumps people—especially when the other person holds a full three levels above her. Besides, she's only a deputy captain; even the bureau director would have to bow and scrape when meeting He Muqing." "Alright, I'll go with that," Shu Yajing conceded, though a sense of defiance lingered in her heart. She immediately asked, "Could you please answer me one question? Why do you suspect that the deaths of Sun Kui and Cheng Mei are connected to Qin Feng? The evidence at the scene shows absolutely no link to him." He Muqing smiled mysteriously. "Intuition." Shu Yajing was left speechless—He Muqing not only suspected Qin Feng's involvement in these deaths, but also believed that the deaths of the slender, quiet staff members were part of his scheme. She shrugged, stepped out of the car, straightened her appearance in the rearview mirror, and walked confidently toward the building. After presenting her officer's ID, Shu Yajing was smoothly escorted to the conference room on the highest floor, where Qin Feng appeared together with Mei Hui two minutes later. "Good morning, Officer Shu," Mei Hui greeted her warmly and confidently, fully prepared to address any potential issues—should Shu be coming to complain about Qin Feng or the Qin Group. "Good morning, Officer," Qin Feng said with a slightly cheeky tone. Suppressing her growing frustration—though she didn't particularly care for Qin Feng—Shu Yajing found it difficult to reconcile the well-bred, affluent second-generation businessman before her with the cold-blooded killer who had murdered over thirty people. "Good morning, both of you," Shu Yajing offered a rather mechanical smile. "My purpose here is to inform you that the incident last time was a misunderstanding." Mei Hui raised an eyebrow. "Just a simple misunderstanding? Officer Shu, don't you intend to explain your decision to enforce strict procedures on the two of you? I have solid evidence on hand." "Shu Yajing, a woman with a sleek black line, has the police been using violent enforcement in the interrogation room? Yet the ones who ended up getting beaten are the officers—doesn't that already sound tragic? What more do you expect? Can you clearly distinguish whether it's a case of violent enforcement or violent attacks on officers? When it comes to fulfilling He Muqing's assigned tasks, however, she has to make concessions: 'Mei Zong, please rest assured—we will provide a clear explanation to Qin Shao. The relevant parties have already been removed from their official positions and are currently under investigation. Is Qin Shao satisfied with this?' Qin Feng, looking at the stunning young female officer, smiles and says, 'Can I possibly be unsatisfied? When your own people investigate your own, there must inevitably be elements of personal connections and relationships involved. Can you truly guarantee that the outcome won't end up being a case of downplaying the severity—turning major issues into minor ones and minor ones into negligible ones?' If it were anyone else, Shu Yajing would have certainly knocked him senseless right there in front of her. At this moment, she didn't feel annoyed—on the contrary, she saw it as an opportunity. "Qin Young, it seems you have a deep misunderstanding of our police force. I must admit this was our mistake. How about this: I'll treat you to a meal—officially making it up to you, shall we?" "That sounds great..." Qin Feng was just about to agree when Mei Hui suddenly grasped his wrist, lowering her voice and saying softly in his ear, "Be careful—there's a trick." Mei Hui's concern was well-founded. In China, public prosecutors, judges, and law enforcement officials are always seen as aloof, high-minded elders. They rarely admit fault, even when forced to. Even then, they maintain their dignified posture. Police officers frequently make mistakes—when they get it wrong, it's considered your good luck. Don't take their symbolic apology too seriously. You should instead appear gracious, accepting the apology, even expressing genuine gratitude. Otherwise, expect to be retaliated against. Qin Feng didn't think so. How could he refuse a meal arranged by a beautiful female officer? Shu Yajing didn't intend to leave room for Mei Hui to speak, and immediately said, "Then let's settle on tonight at 7 p.m. at Wu Yue Lounge—see you there without fail." With that, she rose and excused herself. This only deepened Mei Hui's suspicion. As for Qin Feng, he still maintained his previously humble demeanor, waving his arms toward the officer's back as he called out, "Officer, take your time. See you tonight without fail!" Once the elevator doors closed behind the officer, Qin Feng's expression returned to natural, and he smiled at Mei, the corporate professional, saying, "Hui, don't worry. How could I fail to see through her intentions? As the saying goes, you can't get the tiger's cub without entering the tiger's den. There's another possibility—she might have taken a fancy to me, using this as an excuse to get closer to me. Hehe!"