Four people were in the room, including Li Yu, who was now giving orders with a commanding air, Zhou Mingchu, who was on his knees, and two strong men. Li Yu pointed directly at Zhou Mingchu, shouting at him in a harsh tone. Zhou, his hands tied, had his right shoulder pressed down by one of the men, and he could only remain on his knees, looking utterly defeated. It proved that Qin Feng's method was more effective—had they used room cards to enter, the people inside would surely have been on guard. Now, however, all four people, with their eight sets of eyes, were staring blankly at the door, completely stunned. Even Zhou Mingchu hadn't expected his niece and her boyfriend to burst in unannounced. The night before, he had followed the address provided by Li Yu. Having anticipated the situation, he had refused Li Yu's offered drink and firmly declared his intention to part ways with her. Li Yu saw that it was now hopeless and then proposed an extremely demanding condition for the breakup—she needed to pay five million. Zhou Mingchu was immediately furious. What did she think she was, exactly? Since the day they first started dating until now, barely two years had passed—five million for a breakup? Had she gone mad? Li Yu wasn't one to be underestimated. With a single commanding cry, two large men emerged from the adjacent bathroom, tackled Zhou Mingchu who had failed to react, and secured him. Zhou Mingchu realized that although this journey involved parting ways with his younger sister, it was also a matter that had to remain discreet—so he had shared only minimal information about his whereabouts, even with his niece, having simply made a brief phone call. Once deprived of his freedom, Li Yu became increasingly demanding, insisting on one million yuan before settling, using various tactics to pressure Zhou Mingchu into transferring the funds. Of course, the uncle refused. First, he simply didn't have that much money—though his career had been steadily successful, he had mostly held deputy positions, appearing prosperous on the surface but yielding only modest benefits. Second, he was well aware that as soon as he handed over the money, his life would be at an end. Li Yu wasn't naive; letting him go would effectively hand him a second chance. Once Zhou Mingchu played his "pouty" game, Li Yu simply couldn't find a way around it—besides giving him a few punches and kicks, she dared not be too forceful here in the hotel, lest she raise suspicion. Though she had already suspected that her uncle might be in trouble, she was still stunned upon seeing the scene in the room. In her memory, Uncle Zhou Mingchu had always carried himself with an air of superiority, whether at home or at work—always accompanied by a crowd of people, never alone. Now, he knelt at the feet of a woman, his hair disheveled, several bruises on his face, and his clothes rumpled, completely out of place. The only one who remained composed was Qin, the young gentleman who had just kicked down the door. With a swift motion of his right hand, his silenced pistol materialized out of thin air, and then he pulled the trigger—pfft, pfft. Two men went down instantly, both struck in the thighs. Though not life-threatening, the wounds were severe enough to render them permanently disabled, leaving them to spend the rest of their lives battling canes and wheelchairs. Qin Feng suddenly realized that he seemed to have a particular fondness for targeting the other person's legs—something that was quite unusual, given his previous nature. Aside from the brow and the heart, he'd never have aimed at any other spot. It was certainly a case of adapting to the local customs. After all, in this harmonious land of the Celestial Dynasty, the old saying "leave room for things to develop—there's always room for a second chance" truly held weight. Li Yu was terrified, shrieking and clutching her head as she fell to her knees, "Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" Looking at Zhou Uncle, whose nose had dried blood streaking across his forehead, eyes wide with the emotion one would see when encountering a long-lost relative—how could one single word, "demeaning," possibly capture that? Indeed, Shu Yajing was truly his own niece. So, perhaps his gaze wasn't so out of place after all. "Uncle, are you all right?" asked the young officer, cutting the ropes binding him with her military knife and then helping him to his feet. Zhou Uncle stumbled and knelt, remaining on one knee for six or seven hours. When he finally stood up, he felt a bit unsteady, yet he still kicked Kui Yu hard in the chest, cursing, "You lowly woman! You've been scheming against me all this time. For the past two years, I've provided for you—food, drink, everything—spending nearly half a million yuan on you, yet you still don't appreciate it!" In fact, Qin Feng really wanted Zhou Mingchu to go through some tough times—after all, you secretly courted that third woman, didn't you? Why not just come out and say it openly and learn from me instead of hiding it? "Jingjing, call the police," he said. "This has now escalated to kidnapping and extortion—this calls for official investigation." Shu, the young officer, instinctively reached for her phone, but Zhou's uncle quickly interjected, "We can't call the police—once this comes out, everything's over!" Qin, the young noble, looked at him with even greater disdain. "Whether or not we call the police is up to you. If you're confident you can handle this quietly, then go ahead!" The uncle felt a bit stuck. After all, at least two people had been shot and would definitely need hospitalization—regardless of whether they called the police now, the doctors would have to. Paper can never contain the fire. Yet, after all the hard work it took to reach his current position, he simply couldn't bear to see his political career end just because he'd maintained a romantic relationship outside the official circles. Qin Feng hummed, "There's one more thing—the kidnapping case outside the mall last time was also arranged entirely by this woman. Mr. Chen, do you have the decency to claim you're a police officer when you can't even distinguish between good and evil among those closest to you?" Mr. Chen turned to Li Yu, who immediately looked down, avoiding eye contact. Without offering any rebuttal, it was clear he had accepted it. Shu Yajing glanced at her uncle and sighed, "Given how things have unfolded, do you still intend to keep this secret? In my opinion, it's better to come clean now—the woman's reputation has already suffered. You can simply shift all the blame onto her!" Zhou Mingchu brightened, "Exactly. I can say from the very beginning that she harbored a scheme when she first approached me. Wei Xiao, call the police right now. I need to make a clear statement to the organization about this matter!"