"Let me set a trap for you—have you ever been arrested as a prostitute? Make me fight for my gun, and I nearly died in the arms of a Thunder Dragon. Threaten me, and call me to the hotel—yet never actually book a room..." A series of strange sounds emerged from the training hall, drawing everyone's attention and leaving them all with the same expression of wonder. Since the arrival of this beautiful officer, He, the female chief, has attracted numerous suitors. With her striking appearance and grace, coming from the capital, and holding a rank even higher than that of the bureau's deputy chief, securing her affection would surely mean at least ten more years of dedicated effort. In the short time, many male officers who believed themselves to be in a strong position have rushed in to win her favor. Several of them have even decisively ended their current relationships, choosing to move out and start fresh. Since Miss He enjoys appearing at the practice ground, these people keep showing up like flies, seeking various reasons to get close to her. For these individuals, Miss He employs a simple strategy: if someone brings flowers, fine; if they invite her for dinner, great; if one gifts her a necklace and then a car, even better—then, first of all, Miss He will challenge them personally. Whoever wins the match will have her accept their request. The crowd eagerly jumps in, rushing one after another, afraid of being left behind. Yet the outcome leaves them not only stunned but utterly defeated—no one manages to safely endure even twenty moves against Miss He. Everyone comes out with bruised faces and bodies, their dignity completely lost, and now they can hardly talk about pursuing Miss He—just head home to apply medicine and avoid embarrassment. Thus, as soon as Miss He appears at the practice ground, everyone instinctively retreats, for she always selects a few onlookers to serve as opponents and delivers a vigorous beating to each. For instance, today, as soon as she showed up, everyone immediately took cover and moved away. Many people are praying for Qin Feng. Such a sunny young man—surely he’ll end up with a pig’s head when he steps out. He Mu Qing has always been relentless; she never stops until her opponent is on their knees, begging for mercy. But now, something seems off—the sound suggests that the young man is gaining the upper hand, even as he shouts out angry remarks. Everyone exchanges glances and, without a word, heads toward the window, eager to see what’s happening. Thus, He Muqing had no choice but to let go, clenching紧 his waist to maintain her balance—Dragon's Eighteen Twists naturally came to an end. As they spun rapidly, Qin, the young lord, held her long legs in one hand while continuing to fondle her rear with the other, never pausing to speak: "I told you to act like a boss—crack! I told you to call me here and there—crack! I told you to act so polished like a flight attendant, yet never let me enjoy your company—crack…" The beautiful woman was nearly in tears, helpless, her heart growing increasingly anxious. Through the window glass, several heads were stacked haphazardly, all eyes wide open—was this really happening? Heaven has its eyes! The wicked are always worn down by the wicked! Finally, someone had come to teach her a lesson, to settle the scores for everyone. Brother, this kindness will never be forgotten! But as Officer He kept getting pummeled, these guys—having healed their wounds only to forget the pain—once again began to show tenderness, even some of them wanting to rush in and rescue her like heroes. "Brother, where are you going?" one officer pulled another by the arm. The one being pulled, full of righteous indignation, replied, "How can we treat a woman like this? I simply can't stand it anymore." The one pulling him quickly countered, "Didn't you forget how Officer He treated us yesterday? Can you even match her? She's already beaten us—how can you possibly hope to do better?" Right—better to stay humble and just admit it. We're not made for heroics. Officer He clung tightly to Qin's waist, completely unconcerned that her high, soft chest pressed against his back, and the stinging pain of the P-positions was unmistakable. Though she didn't count them, she was certain she'd taken no fewer than twenty slaps. Moreover, she was now feeling dizzy from the constant turning, and if this continued, she'd surely suffer a serious setback. "Qin Feng, stop! I surrender!" He "It's too late to give up now!" Qin, the young lord, wasn't going to let her off so easily. If he couldn't scare her right away, he'd have to face her retaliations anytime, anywhere. Immediately, the beautiful woman added, "I promise from now on I'll never treat you like a servant—does that settle it?" "You've shown absolutely no sincerity. It's true that the most venomous hearts belong to women. Didn't you think I knew this well? As soon as I let you go, you'll surely pull the trigger on me!" Qin's concern was well-founded—given Huo Muqing's temperament and nature, such a move was very possible. Yet, who could blame her for falling behind? As the saying goes, "When you're under someone's roof, you can't help but bow." He certainly understood that simple truth. The beautiful woman continued to be humble and deferential, saying, "I'm truly sincere. If you'll just let me go, I swear I'll never retaliate against you." Qin Feng frowned, paused mid-motion, then stopped again: "You'll definitely find ways to hold me accountable, won't you? After all, you're in a position of authority—you have the natural advantage." He Muqing was truly on the verge of tears. Wasn't he a man? How could he be so meticulous and picky? She had even sworn never to retaliate against him—what more could he possibly expect? "Qin Feng," He Muqing declared solemnly, making a vow to heaven, "I swear by my word, I will never retaliate against you personally, nor will I use my position to make you uncomfortable." Seeing him still unwilling to release her, her temper flared, and she spoke with a trembling voice: "What more do you want? Fine—then I'll just let you suffer through every bit of tofu I can serve. Whatever you wish, I'll accommodate it. Is that acceptable?" Did female officers usually get so passionate? As Qin's mind formed this thought, another image came to him—Shu, the young officer. With all these words said, if he still wouldn't let go, it would indeed be hard to justify. He cleared his throat and chuckled, slowly lowering the beautiful woman while acting with great grace, "How could I possibly eat your tofu? As you said, I Qin Feng am no lusty, opportunistic suitor who sees a beautiful woman and immediately tries to take advantage—hehe!" Just as the woman's feet touched the ground, she launched a sudden kick aimed at his groin. Good heavens—this was going to cut off his lineage right there! Fortunately, he had practiced! Qin Feng narrowly avoided the deadly blow, pointing at her and shouting, "Wait a minute! You just swore you wouldn't hold any grudges against me!" "This is a fair and open act of retaliation—absolutely no personal bias! Stand still and don't move—I'm going to knock you out!"