The polo shirt, though he had been lying on the ground for a while, still couldn't escape the ordeal—while Qin Feng was chasing others, he accidentally kicked him. He lay perfectly still on the ground, getting hit twice by the same group of people within just a few minutes of each other. It's hard not to feel pitiful. Actually, it wasn't because of his personal connections that he was released by the police on the spot—it was simply because Han Feng had made arrangements with the bureau's director. At the First People's Hospital in the plains city, some fifteen kilometers away, Han Feng lay on his hospital bed, despite taking several anti-swelling medications, his face still looked like that of a pig's head. Another Han, sitting on a chair by the bed, was full of indignation, asking, "Who has the nerve to treat you this way?" The one lying on the bed was Han Feng. The other was the Han who had been kicked out of Wu Yue's restaurant by Qin's younger brother just a few days earlier. Two young men from the same family are brothers. Since the incident at the club, the elder brother has become much more reserved—there's no choice, as his mother, Wang Yanmei, who held the position of district commissioner, has now been removed from office, and it was precisely due to his actions that she lost her post. Without composure, he simply couldn't manage. Upon hearing that his younger brother had been assaulted, he came to visit him in the hospital. "Brother, the man who hit me was very arrogant—he not only competed with me for Lin Caivéi, but also physically attacked and threatened me. His name is Qin Feng. Just now, I arranged for someone to impersonate a traffic officer and stopped his car, intending to frame him, but he discovered this and not only attacked my team but also filed a police report," said Han Feng, looking visibly distressed, before adding with pride, "Fortunately, I know the police director of that district. With just a phone call, I managed to have him released halfway through." Han Shen suddenly stood up from his chair. "You said his name is Qin Feng, right?" Han Feng nodded. "Yes, Qin Feng—just a young man recently transferred to Pingda Han Shao chuckled bitterly, "Do you know why my mother lost her position? It was precisely because of Qin Feng. His background is quite exceptional. After you've been beaten, you should just bite your tongue and swallow your pride—instead of going after him to frame him. Given his nature of always seeking revenge for every slight, you're finished. Not only you, but also the director who helped you and the several police officers who let you go—none of you will come out unscathed!" "What?" Han Feng stared wide-eyed. Though deeply afraid, he still held his ground, saying firmly, "Brother, you just can't swallow this." Han Shao glared with fierce determination, teeth clenched, "What can I do if I can't? Arms can't outmatch thighs. Standing up against Qin Feng won't bring any benefit!" On the street, Lin Beauty brushed the dust from her hands and asked Qin the young man, "Shall we file a complaint?" "Of course," he nodded, smiling, "Someone has already done so. I'm sure the police from just now will return shortly—they haven't gone far." "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing how they'll face us," Lin Beijia waved her small fist. Qin Feng smiled mysteriously, thinking—what else could it be? Surely, as soon as they got out of the car, they'd immediately scold us without asking any questions and then pin us with the charge of using force on the street. Since these people dared to release us halfway, it clearly meant they had received instructions from some high-ranking official—meaning the officials were firmly backing the fake traffic police. Just under three minutes after we'd been released, the command center called in, and the police were furious. Indeed, as soon as they stepped out, they immediately turned their attention to Qin Feng and Lin Caiwei, even producing their handcuffs and demanding to arrest them. Chen Yue hadn't shown up yet because she had more important work to attend to—she was actually filming from inside the car. "Qin Feng, are you ready to surrender?" Lin Beijia asked with a smile. "Absolutely not," said Qin Feng, and as soon as he spoke, he moved first. The furious police officers, just like the initial fake officers, had no idea the other side would actually resort to physical action. The most defiant ones couldn't even react in time—just kicked to the ground. Lin Meiren felt particularly satisfied with the fight just now and didn't want to fall behind Qin Feng again; this time, she truly stood out in bravery. Chen Yue, seated in the car, held her phone up to record and shook her head, saying, "It's just incredibly violent. This isn't good—especially for Wei. You've always been such a well-behaved student in your teacher's eyes. How can you be so forceful? It must be that Qin boy has spoiled you. Having you two sit together side by side was definitely a poor decision!" She intended to correct this mistake once she returned. Yet, it was likely that the two would refuse to cooperate. The police clearly had stronger physical capabilities, but they couldn't withstand the relentless pressure from the two students' vigorous attacks. One of the officers arrived late and wasn't targeted as a primary focus. He fumbled, pulling out his gun and pointing it at Lin Caiwei, who had just knocked down his colleague, shouting, "Hold on—otherwise I'll shoot!" For the first time in her life, Lin, the elegant woman, had someone point a gun directly at her. Though she maintained a look of disdain, she was deeply afraid inside. But she quickly smiled. "Officer, if you don't want to die, just drop your gun," Qin Feng materialized like a ghost behind the officer, placing the barrel of his gun firmly against the officer's back of the head. The officer's legs gave way, and his gun tumbled to the ground—thus, he surrendered. "Daring to draw your gun right in front of me—good nerve," Qin Feng kicked him in the knee, where he had already been weak. The officer now collapsed, face down. Lin Caiwei gave him a thumbs-up. "You came just in time. By the way, is your gun real—or just a toy?" Qin Da looked utterly exasperated. Was he really the kind of guy who'd scare people with a toy gun? As soon as Lin Beauty raised her question, the police started questioning the authenticity of that gun. *Crack!* Qin Feng fired a shot into the sky and sneered, "Anyone want to give it a try?" More officers arrived, including the director who had originally ordered the case to be dropped midway—upon hearing Qin Feng's officer's ID, he immediately changed his stance and claimed it was just a misunderstanding. When this director learned that Chen Yue had captured the entire incident on video, he began pleading for forgiveness, bowing low. One had to admire his swift transitions—apparently, in his vocabulary, the word "honest" had never appeared before, only scheming and cunning. Now that he was afraid, it was too late. The beautiful counselor gently tapped the screen a few times, and the video went live online—this move had been specifically instructed by Qin Da. The expression on the director's face had turned to a profound, lifeless gray—he knew from this moment on, his career was truly over. He had beaten so many people, including the once-untouchable police officers, leaving Lin, the young woman, absolutely thrilled. Seeing her in high spirits, Qin Feng seized the moment and said, "Partner, I've given you such a satisfying performance—how shall you repay me? How about this: just hand me the mud ball directly, and I'll make sure to invite you to every similar event from now on!" The woman raised an eyebrow, scoffing, "You've got no chance—my original conditions remain unchanged. Just get going and prepare yourself!"