?Mobile reading Wu Chaozhi, though just as nervous as Chen Jinzhong, still maintained the calm composure befitting a businessman, speaking, "Since you intend to take us away, then please present your arrest warrant." Shu Yajing was about to step forward to explain and cooperate with the investigation as a civic duty, but Qin Feng had already moved in, slapping Wu Chaozhi across the face and shouting, "Do you still dare to demand an arrest warrant from me? Don't act like you're just a piece of food! If you want to survive, get moving right now with these officers who claim to uphold impartial law enforcement—otherwise, I'll have you dead." "Won't you be a little more respectful?" Wu Chaozhi, holding his half-face where he'd been struck, said to Shu Yajing, "Are you really going to let him treat a well-meaning citizen like this?" Shu, the young officer, first glared at Qin Feng, then huffed, "I'm sorry, but we have strict regulations: our officers are not permitted to interfere with internal security operations. We can only offer passive support. Of course, if Mr. Wu feels his personal safety is under threat, he can report it to Mr. Qin Feng's superior—我相信 they will handle it fairly. Qin Feng suddenly grabbed Mr. Wu's collar: "I'm going to beat you senseless, huh? Do you think I'll just sit here while you send a whole bunch of hysterical wives and dull-witted women to surround me at my doorstep, and then expect me to forgive you?" Chen Jinzhong had already experienced Mr. Qin's strength. As a full-fledged major general of the military district, he had worked hard to reach the position of political commissar, only to be pushed out by this young man who barely raised his eyes. As the saying goes, "Learn from every setback," so Chen had remained neutral throughout the conflict, despite being Wu Chaozhi's brother-in-law—someone who should have felt deeply concerned when his brother-in-law was being beaten. "You—you!" Wu Chaozhi had never faced such a threat before. Now, he no longer resembled a commanding business magnate; he was simply meat on the chopping block, completely helpless. "Can't speak? Then just shut up and stay quiet!" At the same moment Qin Feng released his grip and pushed Wu to the police officers. The two officers positioned themselves on either side to secure him, since he wasn't yet formally charged and therefore didn't need handcuffs. Qin's gaze shifted to Chen Jinzhong, who stepped forward with full cooperation. The two were taken to separate police cars. Only then did Shu, the policewoman, finally take a good look at him and ask, "Are you coming with us, or are you heading back to your Qin Group headquarters to continue lounging around?" Qin, looking deeply unimpressed, replied, "What do you mean by lounging around? Have you seen me doing nothing at my office? Do you have any proof of that?" He sighed irritably, "I have absolutely no interest in joining you back there. Do you really expect me to sit through a dull trial? That kind of work—something that doesn't require a single ounce of intelligence—should be left entirely to you, Officer Shu." Shu felt she had regained the upper hand and brightened up, adding, "Then, won't you be afraid that I'll just take a casual look at both of you and let them go?" So, I still recommend you get involved—do you need intelligence? Just try it out and you'll find out. Qin Feng countered, "Won't you be afraid that once I reach the police station, things will happen just like last time?" The policewoman's face darkened; she was almost ready to charge at him! You cold-hearted guy, do you really think you're entitled to complain about me after all these years? After I've finally managed to put you out of my mind, you suddenly bring it up again! "I've got something else to attend to. Goodbye! No need to see me off!" Qin Feng saw her expression change and quickly made a dash for it, determined not to get into any more trouble. He left her sight at such speed—he truly was on fire. Watching his retreating figure, Shu police officer stomped her foot angrily, "Qin, you're going to wait for me. Once He's here, we'll see how we'll work together to take you down." Outside the residential complex, Qin, the young noble, was driving his Hummer, humming a tune as he turned the wheel, then taking a side road off the main highway. Although the auxiliary roads are not as wide as the main arteries, they reduce the journey by one-third—this is the primary reason he chooses them. Buzz… beep… Suddenly, a large truck bursts out from a side alley and rushes straight toward the Hummer. As the collision seems imminent, the truck shows no signs of braking, instead accelerating. Qin Feng's eyes widen, and he urgently presses the brakes—only to find it too late. A loud "crash" follows, as the truck smashes heavily into the side of the Hummer, causing a significant dent. Squeal… thud… The truck continues its momentum, pushing the Hummer forward until it finally collides with a large stone monument planted as a landscape feature. The Hummer, over two meters wide, suffers two major impacts. On one side, the entire structure is indented by more than forty centimeters, and the side that hits the stone is even more severely damaged, nearly forming a V-shape. Such a severe accident leaves no survivors. The big truck's engine finally sputtered out, leaving a mess of shattered windshield fragments from both vehicles scattered across the ground, and several deeply striking tire marks. The truck driver's head was bleeding profusely, and due to the severe deformation of the front section, he struggled several times to open the door. In a state of panic, he found his phone and dialed the emergency number: "Hello, I've had a collision—my door is jammed and I can't get out. I don't know if the other driver is alive or not. Please send help right away! I'm at the midsection of XXX Expressway—please hurry..." After making the call, he didn't lift his head but quickly sent a message. With a subtle, barely noticeable excitement, he finally raised his head and glanced inside the Hummer. What on earth? The cabin was empty—how could that be? He had clearly seen someone sitting in the driver's seat at the moment of impact. Now, they were gone. Had they been crushed beneath the collision? Yes, that must be it. Such a devastating crash—cars completely twisted beyond recognition—how could anyone have survived? At that moment, someone suddenly appeared beside him, addressing the man who hadn't yet unbuckled his seatbelt. "Hey, you're not a driver of small, compact cars, are you? How come you're not even pressing the brakes? By the way, did you get your car insured? If not, you're probably going to end up bankrupt." The driver was a man in his forties, clearly an experienced driver. He looked down and felt that the person standing there was familiar. His eyes widened instantly—wasn't that the man who had just been driving the Hummer? How had he managed to escape from inside the vehicle? The crash had happened in a flash—from the moment the two cars collided until they hit the large boulder, it had been less than a second. How had this man escaped? Indeed, Qin Feng was unharmed. At the very moment of the accident, he already knew exactly what the outcome would be and promptly jumped out of the window, avoiding being crushed by the massive stone. Someone else would have surely been dead. The driver nodded instinctively, "I have insurance, and it's the one with the highest coverage of one million."