The Qin youth lifted his foot with a manly stance, stepping firmly onto the face of the fake traffic officer who had been the first to block the bus. With increasing force, he asked, "You'd better reveal your master—otherwise, it won't just be a broken nose!" "What master? You're committing violent assault against a police officer—then you'll surely face consequences." The man's tone remained resolute, showing no intention to yield. Qin admired such determined characters. Handling someone like this was far more engaging than dealing with the soft-spoken ones who, from the start, would kneel and beg, weeping and sniffling, making it hard to continue with any force. He twisted the sole of his shoe, causing the man's face to rub against the rough asphalt, and the man cried out in agony. Beside him, Chen Yue stepped in to intervene, telling Lin the beautiful woman, "Qin Feng is being too harsh. Let's ask him to stop—this isn't very humane!" "Tell them to treat us humanely. If it's us lying on the ground right now, do you think they'll treat us humanely?" Lin Caiwei asked coldly. The beautiful counselor was momentarily stunned, reflecting on the student's words. Her face grew pale—she must have realized something unpleasant. Beyond pressing down with her feet, Qin Feng grew even more vicious in his words: "Just a few more blows, and your face will be scraped raw, exposing your white, bone-like structure. Even the world's finest plastic surgeons won't be able to restore you to your original condition—and you'll have to pay a huge medical bill for it!" Now she was genuinely panicked, quickly pleading, "Ask the guy in the plaid shirt—he called me over himself!" Qin Feng lifted his foot and stepped firmly onto the man's face: "Shall I have you confess first, or shall I administer a bit of torture and then you confess?" "It's Han Feng. He gave me twenty thousand yuan and asked me to gather a group of people to set up an ambush on your route." The guy clearly had no backbone—he gave in immediately without even waiting for the pressure to build up: "Then, while they were searching your car, he slipped in some evidence to frame you..." Wow, quite a sneaky move. The two women were furious, especially Lin Caiwei, who had always suspected Han Feng wasn't a good person. After all, he'd gone so far as to impersonate a police officer and frame others—something even a beast would struggle with. Previously, when Han Feng had been beaten up, she had felt some pity; now it seemed clear just how wise Qin Feng's actions had been, and how much more forceful they should have been—Han Feng should have been seriously injured, if not rendered completely disabled. The police arrived promptly, conducted a brief interview, and then loaded the group into police cars, leaving the contact details of the three of them so they could be kept informed of developments. The police cars arrived with a roar and departed just as swiftly, clearly signaling a significant improvement in their operational efficiency. Three of them got into the car. A few minutes later, Chen Yue suddenly asked, "Qin Feng, what exactly is your background? You even skipped the whole process of going to the police station to testify—those people immediately labeled you on the spot!" Qin Feng frowned. "I never told the police that I'm a military officer. In fact, that's rather unusual." He then turned the steering wheel and drove after the police car. Lin Caivie was puzzled. "A military officer? What kind of officer? Are you a soldier, Qin Feng? You're not from abroad, are you? How can someone like you serve in the military?" How extraordinary! I'll tell you that my supervisor actually begged me to join the organization back then. Also, I'll tell you that I actually got tricked. And finally, I won't tell you that I'm about to be promoted—yes, that's something my grandfather personally promised. It's going to be hard to avoid it. Soon, a scene that deeply frustrated them unfolded. Not far ahead, the police car had pulled over by the roadside. The previously accused fake officers began to disembark one by one, with the one wearing a plaid shirt particularly close to the officer who had driven him down. As the fake officers bowed and curtsied, the police car drove off without a backward glance. It made sense now why the police hadn't brought them back for testimony—they had already planned to quietly drop the matter. Once their testimonies were in, how could they possibly keep the real suspects free without raising suspicion? "Man, these are a bunch of rotten eggs," Qin Feng exclaimed, genuinely furious. He had expected the police to be more efficient and even planned to praise them. Instead, it turned out to be a downright corrupt affair. Lin Caivé shared the same indignation: "Qin Feng, we can't just let this go, can we?" "Absolutely not," he replied, gritting his teeth. "This time, I'm not only going to beat up the fake ones—I'm going to take on the real ones too." He didn't believe that once they'd taken a beating, they'd dare to keep showing off to him. They had every reason to be afraid, with their own At that moment, the beautiful counselor spoke up, "I've recorded everything that just happened—perfect evidence!" Both were delighted, and Lin, embracing her tightly, gave her a passionate kiss on the neck: "Chen teacher, I love you so much! I didn't even realize I should have recorded it on my phone!" Qin Feng also felt a strong urge to kiss, but decided against it—he didn't want to risk being treated like a romantic fool by Lin when the counselor started shouting. He stepped on the gas, driving swiftly toward where the fake police officers were standing. Though several of them had their noses and cheeks bruised, their proud expressions remained unchanged. In a button-down shirt, one of them proudly declared, "Didn't you all see it? My connections in Pingliang City are strong—what's so special about being a police officer? If we're arrested, what can we do? In the end, we'll have to be treated with the utmost respect and let go!" "That's true—otherwise, how could we have willingly agreed to follow you around?" "One guy nodded along, having just spotted a Jeep pull up. 'Man, it's crazy how many wealthy folks there are these days,' he exclaimed. 'Another one just pulled in—exactly the same as the one before. That car must be worth over half a million!' 'Once I've saved enough money, I'm buying myself a car like that,' the guy in the plaid shirt declared with confidence. The man who had taken the worst beating from the injuries instantly widened his eyes. Though others might have forgotten, as someone responsible for checking IDs, he clearly remembered the license plate number of Qin Feng's vehicle. Without realizing it, his legs began to tremble. Before he could even get a word in edgewise to alert his companions, the Jeep came to a sudden stop with a soft 'click.' The car door opened, and Qin Feng leapt out as quickly as possible. 'Oh my goodness, guys—run!' the plaid-shirted man cried out, his voice trembling upon seeing Qin Feng's familiar face. Just as he turned around, he felt his legs give out and promptly sat down on the ground. Thud… thud… thump… Oh my! Ah! With cries of pain mingling with the sounds of bodies collapsing, Qin, the young magnate, charged like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, displaying extraordinary bravery. Lin, the beautiful woman, followed closely behind, this time launching her attacks without hesitation—each punch landed solidly, sending the recipients into a state of agony. Together, they pummeled over a dozen traffic officers, quickly drawing the attention of onlookers. Some watched in amazement, others cheered, while others quietly dialed emergency services.