Although the police and special units had suffered setbacks before Qin Feng, they hadn't given up and kept coming to Qin's household or Qin Group for minor troubles. Regarding this, Qin, the young heir, remained patient and tolerant—had it not been for Mei Hui and Fang Fang holding back, he would have already engaged in physical altercations. That morning, both parties received simultaneous notifications: to head to the Third Street Police Station for a major discovery discussion in the case. Why the Third Street Police Station? Even the military district personnel found it puzzling, and even colleagues within the same police system were unaware of the reason. Yet both groups arrived promptly at the Third Street Branch. They were seated in the conference room, while representatives from the Wu and Chen families were also present as observers. At first, everyone managed to maintain order in the meeting room. But as time passed, small groups began chatting, and eventually, representatives from the Wu and Chen families started expressing complaints. Finally, the main figure appeared—Shu Yajing, Deputy Mid-Level Officer of the Third Street Branch. Today, the Third Street Branch was relatively quiet. The branch director was out of town attending a meeting, and most of the officers had been dispatched for patrol duties. There were no more than six on-duty personnel, and most of them were staying in their offices, so it was said that one couldn’t even catch a single person breathing. Under these circumstances, no one came to bring them tea or water, and over time, their voices began to dry out. Finally, Shu, the officer known for her lively presence, made her way to the podium, holding a tablet computer. She ignored the questions from the audience, connected the tablet to the data cable on the table, turned on the main power, and various devices began to operate simultaneously. "Please be quiet," she said into the microphone, deliberately setting the volume to maximum—so loud that many people could barely hear, their ears buzzing. Although many of them were visibly irritated, they could only watch and remain silent. The reason the officer arrived so late was entirely intentional. She felt utterly unlucky—having just been defeated by that rather dull colleague, she hadn’t even had time to retaliate, yet now she was expected to organize a whole meeting around his matter. It was truly a pity. Upon receiving the notification from He Muqing, her initial reaction was to firmly decline. However, the terms offered by He Muqing were simply too attractive; after careful consideration, she ultimately agreed, and then negotiated further to secure additional benefits for herself before taking on the responsibility. As the room fell silent, she began: "The evidence we've gathered confirms that the bombs which killed Wu and Chen originated from the military." Everyone was stunned—military bombs? Indeed, Qin Feng was just an officer, wasn't he? She continued: "Specifically, the bombs came from the Plain City Military District's logistics warehouse." "The soldiers grew restless. Lieutenant Li raised his voice, saying, "It's impossible! We have a strict warehouse management system—nothing will ever enter society without proper authorization!" Lü and Chen families also grew impatient: "What are you shouting about? Just let the female officer continue speaking." Shu Yajing ignored Lieutenant Li entirely and continued her revelations: "Another solid piece of evidence shows that the bomb materials were taken from the warehouse by Chen Sicheng, the deceased. There's clear evidence that he personally assembled the bomb, since the materials he removed were not finished products, but raw components for bomb-making." The Chen family was stunned—this was pure fabrication. Before anyone could raise any objections, Shu calmly turned on the projector and displayed the footage showing Chen Sicheng secretly entering the military district warehouse and stealing various materials. These incidents were captured by the warehouse's surveillance cameras, but since the on-duty staff had absented themselves, no one was aware of them—instead, the footage was stored on the hard drives of the surveillance computers. When He Muqing's team arrived at the military district, several leaders had just issued an order to destroy the tapes, and they were caught off guard. As for the fates of these leaders, they would be determined by the military court. While playing the video, Shu Yajing added, "Based on the police's examination and analysis of the explosive materials at the scene, it has been confirmed that the explosion was caused by the loss of warehouse supplies. In other words, Chen Sicheng stole the materials to create a powerful bomb, which ultimately resulted in his own death along with his cousin, Wu Tianyu. The exact sequence of events, however, still requires further investigation." Everyone was stunned—whether they were special forces troops, police officers, or relatives serving as intermediaries—everyone felt like they had been used as pawns. After all, no senior leaders had come to support either side. "It turns out this matter has absolutely nothing to do with Qin Feng. As for whether he'll take any protective actions in response to all the criticisms you've been making lately, that's entirely up to him—his freedom and right." With that, the officer turned and walked away. After all, you were invited here not to be guests—so if anyone wants to stay, let them stay. No one's being served meals, after all. Back in her office, she picked up the phone and dialed He Muqing's number. "Leader, the matter is settled. Can you now follow through on what I asked for?" "Piece of cake. Your request will be handled promptly, and I'll personally deliver the assignment order to you. By the way, you mentioned Qin's last time he had your tofu at the bureau, right? Once I get back, let's team up and give him a taste of his own medicine. Oh, by the way—how exactly did he have your tofu?" Shu Jinghua hesitated, reluctant to share the details, but eventually gave in to the leader's persistent questioning and recounted the incident. She was amazed: "That guy has quite the nerve! He took my first kiss and even reached inside my clothes... You've never kissed anyone before, right? And surely, this is the first time a man has touched you. Well, to put it plainly, I was only gently hit on the rear by him in front of dozens of people—quite mild, really. Hmm, I can't believe I just said that out loud. I was only joking earlier, not serious at all. Just treat it as if you never heard a word, Yajing. I need to take off now. Bye-bye..." She hung up the phone with remarkable speed. By the time Shu, the young officer, had recovered, the receiver only had a busy tone. Reflecting on what her superior had said, she felt much more at ease. To be publicly hit on the rear in front of so many people—how much more embarrassing! Though she had suffered more than her share, at least back then, the encounter had taken place in private, and no one had seen it. As for her superior, with such a prominent posture, the scene must have been quite dramatic. What does it mean to laugh at someone who has taken fifty paces while walking a hundred? What does it mean for a crow to stand on a pile of coal? This is exactly the mindset of Shu Jiaxing. In the capital, He Muqing feels the same—she's laughing so hard she's having trouble breathing, especially when she thinks about the scene where Shu Yajing was pushed against the wall by Qin Feng and had to yield to him.