?Mobile reading Luoman was lifted up by several people bustling around him. While Qin Feng helped push him upward, he not only used both hands effectively but also clearly saw that the beauty's underwear was a purple lace style—quite daring. Eight Zero E-book Indeed, it came as a surprise that the manager so elegant in appearance also enjoyed wearing underwear of such a romantic, intimate nature. After they safely evacuated, Hou Bao immediately arranged for engineering staff to investigate the cause. The technical technician responsible for elevator after-sales service arrived promptly and, after a thorough inspection, reached a conclusion. It turned out that during the routine inspection last month, the technician had overlooked tightening a screw on the main wheel hub, causing it to fall off and ultimately resulting in the loss of balance in the main wheel hub and the subsequent incident. The after-sales service team expressed their sincere apologies, and both the senior and middle-level managers personally came forward, bringing an abundance of gifts to win back the customers' goodwill. Qin Feng and Lu Man are neither stingy nor careless. As long as they are reminded not to be negligent in the future, this matter can be considered settled. The accident investigation quickly came to a conclusion: the large truck’s brake discs had worn out severely, and under heavy braking, they were completely damaged—resulting in the truck not only failing to decelerate, but actually speeding up and colliding into the Hummer. The insurance company has committed to promptly settling Qin Feng’s compensation, promising to transfer the funds to his account within 48 hours. The official explanation is both reasonable and logical, and thus, the matter appears to be concluded. Yet Qin Feng himself does not share this view. How could a truck that frequently operates on road routes be so negligent in inspecting its brake pads? This point remains unclear. Moreover, the large truck departed from a residential alley, not on a highway, so the relative speed was not particularly high. And since it was an empty truck, even if the brake pads were worn, it would be unlikely that all of them would be completely damaged at once. He felt it necessary to check the driver's exact residential address. If the driver truly lived on that alley, then it would indeed be an accident. Upon investigation, however, the driver's home was found far away—over ten kilometers from the area—plus several places where he regularly waited for jobs were also quite distant from the crash site. Half an hour later, Qin Feng arrived at the Third Street Police Station. His very first words upon meeting Shu, the young officer, were: "What did Wu and Chen say? Are they still being questioned?" "What's there to question them about? They've already been released." Shu Ya-jing said with a sigh. He stared at her sharply: "Released?" A few colleagues were working nearby, so she had to tone it down: "They don't even qualify as suspects, so it's just routine inquiries. Once the questions are answered, they're released—by law." Qin Feng murmured: "When I was first brought here, why did I have to be detained for 24 hours? Was that intentional?" "Intentional? What's wrong?" Shu, the police officer, slammed her palm on the table. "How am I supposed to run things? Don't you find that unreasonable?" Several officers were startled, all bowing their heads, afraid of being caught in the crossfire. Shu's fiery temper was well known—nobody would dare to make a fuss at this very moment. Qin Feng chuckled and said, "Don't get upset—it would affect everyone's work. How about we go to your office and talk there?" "No way!" Shu Yanjing wasn't giving him the chance to be alone with her. The last time she'd lost face, it had been such a big blow that she still felt uneasy about it to this day. Frustrated, Qin Feng shrugged and said, "I came here specifically to ask you for a favor." "Sorry, I'm very busy and simply don't have time to help you. I'll see you at the exit—no need to stay." Shu calmly issued her formal dismissal. Had it not been for the fact that he was a regular here, he would definitely have been mistaken for one of Shu Jiajing’s suitors. Almost every day, people came over with flowers in hand, but unlike him, they were far less bold. "Never mind," Qin Dashi said, sounding rather conceited. "All I have to do is wait until the leaders return, and then I’ll vouch for you in front of her. Make her promote you from a clerk to a full-time field operative—how does that sound?" Shu Jiajing’s eyes widened in surprise. "How do you know the leaders have assigned me to the organization and have made me a clerk? I thought we were solid allies—every day we’ve been strategizing about how to get even, and we’ve become such close friends. Surely, then, Director He wouldn’t betray me." To be honest, she had always considered her relationship with He Muqing to be strong. Qin Feng smiled mysteriously. "You think your relationship with He is strong, but that’s completely wrong. I’m actually the core of the operations team. She values me far more than you do—she’s the one who told me all this Moreover, with me advocating for you, those little spots on your shoulders will grow quickly—otherwise, you’ll just keep being your lieutenant clerk with no chance of promotion. Shu Jinghua’s attitude immediately flipped around, smiling warmly and saying, “What do you need from me? Just tell me. Honestly, we don’t need to be so formal with each other… By the way, whatever you just said, I expect you to follow through.” He lifted his head proudly, “I never deceive women—especially beautiful ones.” “I believe you. What do you need from me? Just say it.” Shu Jinghua’s face was nearly blooming with joy. To join the organization was a great honor for her, yet He Muqing had assigned her as the liaison officer for the special team—essentially a clerical role. Doing clerical work was like being asked to die; she had pleaded for this position countless times, but He Muqing remained unmoved. With her help, the 30-hour call records of the truck driver were quickly uncovered, and all their personal profiles were retrieved for Qin Feng to review one by one. The driver’s family members didn’t need to be reviewed—focus was on relatives and friends. Suddenly, he noticed a number whose phone owner’s photo looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, wow—this was indeed someone he knew well. Wasn’t this the guy who had been kicked in the crotch by Chen Yue, the beautiful lady, last time? His name was Pang Kun—he was a wealthy second-generation businessman. Looking at their call timestamps, it turned out the calls were made precisely at the same time as the accident. He remembered when he stepped out of the truck, the driver had made a phone call, which he initially thought was an emergency alert—so he had overlooked it. Yet this call had actually been made *before* the emergency alert. The sense of conspiracy grew stronger; he was now almost certain that the accident had been orchestrated entirely by Pang Kun. Seeing his face growing increasingly pale, Shu, the police officer, couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? Is there something off? We've been covering all your expenses, and you haven't lost anything, have you?" "You don't understand," Qin Feng shook his head and stood up, saying, "I have a few matters to attend to. I'll be off now—thank you for your help." "You're very welcome!" Shu smiled, adding as he was just turning around, "By the way, I've recorded your earlier words on my phone—don't forget your promise." At this, Qin, the young gentleman, stumbled slightly.