?Mobile reading Qin Feng almost fled from the old San Street Police Station—he simply couldn’t bear the hopeful yet slightly resentful gaze of Shu, the young officer. He never expected, given her well-known fiery temperament, that Shu Yajing could be so sensitive and emotional. In no time, he found himself in the corridor of the First People's Hospital, wearing the white coat he’d picked up and still wearing a mask, so as not to bump into the ceiling-mounted cameras. In the upscale ward area, he located Pang Kun’s room. Standing outside, he saw not only Pang, lying in bed, but also another woman dressed in a strikingly glamorous style. It was already autumn, yet she still wore summer jeans, her long, slender legs exposed, her feet in white long boots. Over her torso, she wore a white bra, the shoulders and two rounded sections visible, and her arms were completely bare. One of her hands was tucked into the bedsheet, performing some gesture. Pang Kun lay half on his back, his head raised high, eyes slightly closed, enjoying the moment. The woman looked dismissive, continuing her swift movements while humming, "Pang, that thing still hasn't responded at all—really, are you feeling comfortable?" Pang opened his eyes, glared at her, and said, "Do you think I need to feel something happening to feel good? Keep going! Just keep going—this is exactly what I like! I've already had experts examine it, and they confirmed there's no damage to the internal tissues—just still in the process of recovery." Unwilling to contradict him, the woman sped up her actions. Pang picked up the orange juice at his side, took a sip, closed his eyes again, and suggested, "You should have brought me a few blue little pills—those are the ones that really elevate the experience." The woman glanced at the orange juice in his hand and replied, "They've already been added." Pang was momentarily surprised, then chuckled self-consciously, "They've dissolved into the juice—huh, I haven't even finished drinking it yet. That explains why they didn't take effect." "You should have placed two. After all those dilutions, the efficacy would be greatly reduced," the woman hummed. "I placed three." Pang Kun's eyes widened. With three doses, there was still no response—was she really done for? "Stop! Get out of here!" Pang's younger brother was completely furious. If this got out, how could he possibly keep his standing? The woman stood up and walked away without hesitation, clearly treating the Pang family as a mere transaction—no sentiment at all. Outside, Qin Feng had hidden himself until the woman entered the elevator. Indeed, Chen Yue's kick had been quite sharp. Pang Kun had been hospitalized for over ten days, yet he remained soft and lifeless, barely responding even after repeated stimulation. Thinking of this, Qin's younger brother felt a sudden tightening in his groin, thinking that whenever he saw Chen Yue again, he'd either have to keep his distance or remain ever vigilant. Who knew when she'd suddenly decide to deliver a well-placed kick to his midsection. He pushed the door open. Pang Shao was furious, and upon seeing a doctor arrive, snapped, "What are you doing here? Did I call you?" "Does it matter whether I was called? Coming in or not is entirely up to me," Qin Feng said as he removed his mask. Pang Kun found him somewhat familiar—after all, Qin Feng was wearing a white coat—and studied him for several seconds. "You? From the Qin family—you've actually come all the way on your own!" "On my own, you mean?" Qin Feng looked at him with deliberate intent. "I'm here. What now?" Only then did Pang Kun realize the seriousness of the situation. With no aide or assistant at his side, he was completely outmatched. The impressive strength Qin Feng had displayed previously left a deep impression on him. "What... do you want from me?" he finally felt afraid, his body trembling on the bed. It was too late to be afraid now. Qin Feng stepped forward, placed his hands firmly on the man's neck, and coldly said, "You're quite impressive—having hired someone to accidentally kill me. That's a solid move." "What did you just say? I don't understand..." "Enough of this nonsense! The driver has already confessed!" Qin Feng snapped. Pang Kun immediately slumped: "You know everything, don't you? I didn't mean to do it on purpose. It was all others' suggestions—I just got a bit confused. I'm truly sorry. I regret it. Can I make up for the losses? How much do you want? I'll pay anything you ask—please don't hurt me." Money—since his return—had never been an issue for Qin, the young magnate. "Considering your sudden realization, I'll give you a chance to live," Qin Feng said calmly. "Thank you so much, Qin Sir..." Crack! Ah! A cry of pain erupted as Pang Kun curled into a tiny shrimp on the bed, his hands clutching his crotch, his face twisted in agony. A single punch from Qin Feng would turn any man into a eunuch. Next, he changed his punch into a hand-slice and struck it across Pang Kun's neck. Pang Kun's eyes rolled back, and he fainted right on the bed. After the punch and the hand-slice, Pang was not only left as a eunuch, but also one with intellectual impairments. Naturally, the next target was the truck driver. From the moment of the accident until he went to the Third Street Police Station to gather information, he had always thought the driver was a solid, trustworthy man—only to find out that the seemingly sincere man had been bribed. Soon, he located the driver's residence. According to records obtained from the police station, the man had been prone to irritability and had divorced two years ago; his wife, along with their daughter, had married another man. Since then, his relations with neighbors had been particularly strained. At the moment, he was sitting at home, happily sipping a glass of wine. The truck he had damaged was already on the verge of being scrapped, and he simply didn't have the funds to replace it. Facing Pang Kun's high commission, he immediately agreed without hesitation. Now that he has secured a substantial compensation from Pang Kun, transforming from a financially struggling individual into someone with a fortune in the hundreds of thousands, he's delighted and has brought back some food and drinks to celebrate with himself. He lifts his head, finishing off a full glass of wine, yet his head doesn't lower, as Qin Feng has already stood before him. "Mr. Qin, you... how... how did you manage to find your way here?" the driver stammers, trying to rise. Qin Feng gently presses his shoulder, smiling, "You're doing well these days. Yesterday you were still in serious pain, and today you're able to drink wine and eat meat—what a miracle!" The driver blushes slightly, "I've just developed a wine craving, didn't expect to drink so much. By the way, how did you manage to find my place? The insurance company promised to pay you, didn't they?" Qin Feng kicks him right in the knee, and with a crisp 'crack,' the driver clutches his leg, crying out in pain. "To make people unaware, one must simply not act." You know best what you've accomplished—that's the penalty you deserve." Qin Feng said this and then turned to leave.