Several police vehicles arrived in a steady procession. Fortunately, He Muqing had personally handled the arrangements beforehand, ensuring no siren was sounded—otherwise, the scene would have become much more dramatic. The Celestial Empire is a nation with freedom of news and public opinion. He's preparing to pull off a move—like forcing ducks onto a tray—where by the time the meal is ready, he'll simply apologize to He Muqing afterward. Thus, interview teams from different television stations and programs set off along separate routes. As soon as He Muqing got out of the car, Chen Bao hurried over again, this time alone: "Are you Ms. He?" "Do you know me? Who are you?" He Muqing was certain she didn't recognize him. Chen Bao promptly bowed respectfully: "Feng Young sent me to find you. He said, as long as I see a beautiful woman who's bubbling with charm, it must be you—no one else could possibly be mistaken." He Muqing felt deeply flattered. As a woman, who wouldn't appreciate praise for her beauty? And it was Feng himself who had taught someone else to say it—this young man rarely complimented his superiors on their looks, always finding fault with them. "Well, that's a step in the right direction." The corner of He Beauty's mouth naturally lifted as she hummed, asking, "What did he send you for?" Chen Bao recounted Qin Feng's words verbatim: "He's already inside rescuing people. He asked you to absolutely not bring anyone else in, or else things will get complicated." He Beauty was in high spirits and immediately agreed, commanding the police not to approach, only to set up on-site perimeter lines and keep the ordinary citizens at a distance. Inside the single courtyard, Qin the Young used the Fire-Death blade to pierce through the door panel. With a swift wrist turn, the blade rotated, carving a circular hole into the thick door. Then, the flare gun was pushed through. The seven hired soldiers reacted swiftly—four of them raised their weapons immediately, while the other three took evasive actions. The one who drew his gun fastest fired at the main door almost as soon as the flare landed. Upon seeing the situation clearly, he exclaimed, "Shoot him!" "But this 'shooting him' wasn't a coordinated volley from his teammates—it was a sharp outburst. A dull thud, and a blinding white light swept over the seven, momentarily blinding them, rendering their eyes useless. Yet, relying on memory of direction, they all quickly joined the group firing toward the main gate. Qin Feng had already moved—he broke through the window, one hand gripping a dagger, the other a rifle, shooting with both arms. After a few swift leaps, all seven mercenaries lay motionless on the ground: four were shot, three were cut, all killed in a single strike. He then withdrew his weapons and picked up his phone, dialing Hao's number: 'Leader, the kidnappers are taken care of—the box hasn't been opened yet... By the way, you've arrived with your team, right? Get out now! The 'God of Death' will be arriving in one hour. With a group of police standing outside, will he dare to come in?' After hanging up, he opened the box. Shu, the young officer, was curled inside, calm and composed, showing no trace of fear. Was it because she had calculated that she would definitely be rescued, or was it simply due to her calm, unbothered nature, not taking the kidnapping seriously at all? Qin Feng thought the second possibility more likely—he certainly didn’t want to admit that Shu, the police officer, was a wise young woman; he preferred to stick to the rule that women with large chests are often brainless. After gently pressing on her human midline, she woke up smoothly just a few seconds later. Even before her eyes were fully open, she opened her mouth and exclaimed, “You bunch of spineless scoundrels! You take advantage of your numbers to bully the outnumbered. If you’ve got the courage, go ahead and fight me one-on-one—I’m not afraid of a prolonged campaign! Wait—how come it’s you?” Qin, the young nobleman, smiled calmly. “Why not me?” Shu blinked several times and asked, “You could have just said what you wanted—I didn’t need to be kidnapped, that was such a waste of effort!” Wow, are you going soft on me? Qin, the young nobleman, nearly fell face-first to the ground. What do you mean you kidnapped me? I saved you, didn’t What's more, how can someone want you and not just say so? This is slander—this is a betrayal of my noble character! Seeing her lying in the box unwilling to get up, Qin Feng pulled her roughly to a sitting position and pointed to the seven bodies beside her, saying, "Look closely. I killed seven people to save you." The policewoman blinked rapidly. "Maybe it was to eliminate them." "What was my motive for eliminating them?" Qin, the young nobleman, pointed at his own nose, raising his voice an octave. The policewoman smiled gently. "Just so I'd be moved to feel touched—so I'd willingly fall in love with you—and thus, your scheme could succeed." He was truly furious. Is this still the graceful, composed Shu Yajing I knew? Didn't she always act unreasonable, always oppose me? I'm begging you—can't you just forgive me? Can't you just return to your old self? Fine. It's clear that I'll never convince someone who's simply in a daze. He released her hand and sighed, "Go ahead—think what you like." Let me tell you honestly—Mr. Lei will be coming soon. You'll either withdraw or stay hidden in the box as a hostage. That's your choice. Honestly, who in their right mind would choose to stay a hostage? As for Officer Shu, she raised her hand without a second thought and said, "I'll stay as a hostage." Qin, the young noble, was ready to give up completely. He'd never seen anyone so stubborn—how could staying as a hostage possibly be any good? Did you forget to take your medicine this morning? I'll buy you some—just say the word! He began clearing up the bodies. Seven corpses were dragged into the adjacent room, and he donned the gear of one of them, then put on his black goggles and head cover. At first glance, he really looked like a professional soldier. When he returned, he found himself utterly amazed—no matter how hard Officer Shu tried, one of her legs or arms always failed to reach inside the box. You're silly—just leave an empty box there to fool Mr. Lei. Why must it be a real person? Shu was far from willing to give in. In the end, Qin Feng simply couldn't withstand her persistent appeals and reluctantly offered his help, gently pushing her back in. Time passed slowly, and soon it was time to meet with Lei.