The pain radiating from her shoulders indicated that Shu, the young officer, was far from willing to yield. Moreover, there was Romane, ever eager to stir up chaos, constantly adding fuel to the fire, urging her on. Qin, the young gentleman, had said everything he could think of, yet she still wouldn’t stop. Three days without a single blow, and yet you’ve gone beyond the call of duty—clearly, I’ll have to show you what a man truly is capable of. He suddenly reached behind, scratching her waist and ribs. While Shu, the officer, would certainly resist firm pressure, most people simply couldn’t withstand the unseemly tactic of being tickled. Seeing the situation shift, Romane quickly shouted, “Officer Shu, don’t let go—should you loosen your grip, you’ll be in serious trouble!” Of course, Shu understood this, but couldn’t resist the persistent pressure of Romane’s hands. Soon, she found herself laughing uncontrollably, “I give in—please stop now.” Too late, she realized. At the very moment she released her grip, Qin, the young magnate, used both hands to lift her off his back, then executed a gripping technique, pushing her firmly against the corner of the wall, and said with a fierce tone, "Little lady, wasn't that a satisfying bite?" "No, no, I was just kidding," Shu, the police officer, couldn't help but feel flustered. "Kidding? Do you really think I'd believe that?" Qin Feng's expression grew even colder. "Wait—wasn't it you who first blew me up? I almost died from that explosion, you know?" Seeing that softening her stance hadn't worked, Shu regrouped and grew more assertive: "After making a mistake, shouldn't one be punished?" Qin Feng gave a sly smile and said, "Of course, mistakes deserve punishment—but there's also a saying: 'When catching a thief, catch the one who's dirty; when arresting a suspect, catch the one with two offenses.' How can you be so certain it was me who triggered the explosion?" It could very well be Mr. Lei, or perhaps someone else altogether—when you were trapped in the box, you saw nothing, did you? Su, though visibly tense, held her ground and said, "What's the difference? My assessment is based on what I've observed—logical, well-reasoned." "You've even served as a police officer—can inference really count as evidence?" Qin Feng's expression grew more stern. "If there's no evidence, then you can always come back to me once you have it. But right now, your accusations are undeniable. I've just secured you right here—just as you said earlier: when you make a mistake, you have to face the consequences!" On the upper floor, Lu Man looked utterly defeated, reaching up to cover her face and sighed, "Well, Su Officer is going to take a real hit. I simply can't bear to watch any longer. I hope you find your own way—now I'm stepping back." Her actions, while not exactly showing strong solidarity, were fair enough—she didn't know Su well to begin with, so whether or not to help was entirely reasonable. The reason they had to pull out so quickly was to prevent Qin Feng from finishing off the policewoman before he could come back and deal with her himself. "What do you want from me, Qin Feng?" The policewoman grew even more tense, trying to project a firm, commanding tone. But as she spoke, her voice trembled, falling short of her intended effect and only reinforcing Qin's growing sense of dominance over her. "What do I want? You don't understand that yet?" He pouted deliberately, then ran his tongue along his lips. "You can do whatever you like with me—but you must account for what you do... Mmm." Before she could finish, his mouth covered hers, and her delicate tongue, after a brief escape, was finally captured. Qin's hands didn't idle either—already deep within her clothes, firmly holding and shaping her two peaks. By now, the policewoman knew that resistance was futile. Rather than waste energy on futile efforts, she simply let go and surrendered to the moment. To be honest, she herself didn't know when it had started, but she now found herself drawn to Qin Feng's strong personality. At first, she would get angry, would grit her teeth, but over time, she would involuntarily recall the scenes of being passionately kissed and having her tofu eaten—she would even find herself enchanted by those memories. Now, even if she hadn't completely fallen, she was only a short distance away from doing so. Without the satisfying sensation of a successful strong kiss, Qin Feng felt a bit dull and uninspired. It seemed clear that the policewoman was about to be fully won over. Still, that was perfectly fine—girls needed to be gentle, didn't they? There was no need to force them into being aggressive like the typical tough female characters. After a long, lingering kiss, he gently stepped back, leaving her lips. Shu, the policewoman, slowly opened her eyes and resumed her sentence, having been interrupted earlier: "Qin Feng, you have to take responsibility for me!" Qin, the young noble, smiled warmly. "How exactly should I take responsibility? Should I only have you as my girlfriend? I simply can't manage that." She pouted, then willingly wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "It's up to you how many girlfriends you have, but you must have me in your heart. If you're certain you can do that, then we'll officially start dating. If not, well...哼." This request—this is something every man can easily achieve. Strictly speaking, is it even a request? Does he have me in his heart? That's as simple as a single sentence or a nod. With just that, he can win over a beautiful, charming woman—what a great deal! Unexpectedly, the strong-willed Shu officer, who always stood her ground, has chosen to make a move of giving herself away—this world is truly crazy. He managed to suppress his excitement and nodded seriously. Indeed, Shu officer was thrilled—often, the more independent and strong-willed a woman is, the more easily she becomes satisfied when she meets her destined match. Right now, with just a simple nod, she already feels she will never let him down. One of the most important reasons Qin Da was delighted was that Shu, the young officer, would now stand by him instead of continuing to team up with He Muqing, constantly creating difficulties for him. To be honest, He Muqing was simply too sharp—every time, she managed to wear him down until he bled out. "Master Lei smiled wistfully: 'I regret not having acted sooner.' Like him, Isabel had come to her realization too late. Once wounded severely, he was no match for her. After just a few encounters, his head was severed by a sharp dagger. His body and head were then fitted with high-explosive bombs and blown to fragments.