?Mobile reading Pingplain City People's Hospital, a premium ward. People who can afford a premium ward are either wealthy or affluent, with daily expenses reaching thousands—sometimes tens of thousands—making them out of reach for ordinary families. Moxiguan, a man, lay in a single-occupancy room, with fresh flowers arranged on both bedside tables. A stylish young woman, in a huff, threw all the flowers into the trash can before happily placing her own bouquet. Moxiguan said, "Xiao Mei, these are all heartfelt gifts from everyone. Why throw them away?" "What heartfelt gifts? All of them must have come from those fox spirits, right?" the elegant woman pouted as she sat on the bed, one hand quickly reaching into the blanket, beginning to search. Moxiguan felt his body tense noticeably, his eyes narrowing slightly. "My place hasn't fully recovered yet. You'd better be careful—oh, there it is, there it is—gently now..." The woman's hands moved with great skill, and Moxiguan soon settled comfortably, closing his eyes. But a few minutes later, the woman suddenly pulled her hand back, speaking with irritation. "Stop acting! Your thing isn't even showing any reaction at all. Pang, hasn't the doctor cured you yet?" "To hell with that! How could a doctor here possibly fail me? I've already spent over forty thousand yuan!" Mo Xiyan, trying to save face, added, "It's mainly because I haven't fully recovered yet—the blow from that woman was just too severe, nearly knocking out my DD." The woman shrugged and huffed, "Since you're still not recovered, I'm going back. You just keep resting here. When it starts responding, call me—I'll be right there." With that, she dramatically swayed her hips and walked off. Mo Xiyan watched her retreating figure, drooling, yet had to endure the lackluster performance of his thing. Soon after, another visitor knocked on the door—one of the assistants who had been beaten that evening. As soon as he entered, he pulled out several photos from his file folder and said, "Mr. Pang, the man who attacked us—turns out to be the young heir of Qin Group. Just like you, he's a second-generation wealthy family son." Mr. Pang's full name is Pang Kun, the son of Pang Jianyong, chairman of Fuhua Group. A true second-generation wealthy son, with several luxury cars parked right at his doorstep, always lounging around, doing nothing. "What about the woman?" Pang Kun asked. The assistant's face tightened, and he whispered, "We haven't found her yet. Mr. Pang, please don't get angry—let me finish what I have to say. I've visited Jazz Bar several times with my team, but never managed to catch her. Even the people at Jazz Bar claim not to know her, and no matter how much we spend, we can't get any information." Pang Kun slapped him hard on the back of the head and muttered, "What good are you people if I'm supposed to keep feeding you all this nonsense? I can't even find a single person. Tell you what—I've already made up my mind about that girl. If she dares to What are you waiting for? Keep looking—dig up the earth three feet deep if you have to, and I’ll find him. The assistant dashed out of the ward. Pang Kun studied the几张 photos, gritting his teeth and muttering, "Qin, you'll regret this. I won't let you off easy." Chen Jinzhong was completely stunned. The intelligence had been provided by his brother-in-law, Wu Chaozhi, and logically, it should have been accurate. Moreover, over the past few days, he had consistently treated Qin Feng as the murderer of his son. While slander and false accusations might not be serious offenses in the Chinese context, the fact that he had managed to secure support from the military district and dispatched special forces was undeniable. He was well aware of the power Qin Feng held—power sufficient to condemn him, a man now abandoned by the military. He immediately went to Wu Chaozhi to inquire about the original source of the intelligence. By now, Wu Chaozhi had no choice but to reveal Wu Dong. Upon hearing this, Chen Jinzhong was utterly speechless. Wu Dong was, after all, the secretary to the mayor—equivalent to an imperial eunuch in ancient times. Though his official rank might not be high, his influence was substantial, and everyone had to show him respect. "Now what?" he asked, completely defeated. Wu Chaozhi also felt overwhelmed, as though he were being used, yet he couldn’t quite figure out exactly why. "What can I do? Just meet the challenge when it comes—water comes, soil comes," he said helplessly. The same words, spoken by different people, carried entirely different tones. For instance, when Qin’s younger brother said it, it inspired confidence; but now, as he said it, it sounded more like resignation. Just as the two were exchanging sighs back and forth, Qin Feng and a team of police officers arrived to "visit" them. The lead officer was Shu Yajing, deputy team leader of the Third Street Police Division—clearly unwilling to carry out this assignment, and deliberately maintaining distance from Qin’s younger brother. Throughout the journey, she hadn’t spoken to him proactively. As for Qin Feng, he wore his usual smug smile, his sharp eyes scanning her repeatedly, as if he were determined to devour her. This made Shu, the policewoman, feel uncomfortable. If she hit him, she clearly wasn't up to par—she might even suffer a serious setback, as last time was a perfect example. If she scolded him, well, his thick skin was as solid as a city wall—completely useless. The best course of action was simply to create distance between them and act as if she didn't know him at all. Wu and Chen, upon seeing the police officers, both felt their hearts quicken. "Both of you are here! That saves us a trip," Shu said warmly. "We've received complaints from the public alleging that you've engaged in slander, disrupted public order, and obstructed judicial fairness. We'd like to take you in for a conversation." Wu Chaozhi immediately straightened up and said, "I'm a municipal People's Representative. You don't have the authority to question me—only a higher-level body, or one with a formal directive from the Standing Committee of the People's Congress, can do so." "I suspect you may not be aware of this yet?" Shu Yajing interrupted him, saying, "You've been expelled by the Standing Committee of the People's Congress, and your seat as a representative has been taken over by someone else." While speaking, she glanced at Qin Feng, reminding him that Wu Chaozhi's representative status had precisely been replaced by him. Qin, the young magnate, addressed the two now nearly stunned figures, saying, "Your biggest mistake was not choosing me as your opponent. Don't think I'm obstructing official duties—after all, I'm part of the Internal Security Force, and I have the authority to act alongside the police."