Hmm... Qin Dashi was quite unimpressive, yawning profusely. Last night, he'd fought off four dragons, and even though he was strong and healthy, waking up early this morning still felt like a strain. His eight-zero e-book suggested he just needed an extra hour of sleep to feel fresh and energized—but he'd been woken up early by a call from his superior, who had asked him to bring in Shu, the police officer, to a meeting. What kind of meeting is this at this hour? The leads they'd uncovered previously had dried up at Qi Tongtu's office, and as for his superior chain of command, there was still absolutely no trace. With no leads at all, what kind of meeting could they possibly have? Wasn't it possible that the suspect would simply appear on their own? Qin Dashi knew well how much Chinese officials loved meetings—how they seemed to thrive on them, as if life itself were impossible without them. Yet he hadn't expected that even his modern, dynamic superior, He Leader, would be so deeply affected. Indeed, as He Muqing opened her mouth, she immediately adopted the distinctive tone of officials during meetings, which only intensified Le's initial reluctance and sent him drifting into drowsiness. Soon after, he began to yawn continuously. Yawning is contagious—Shu, the young officer, was the first to catch it, followed closely by Luoman. He Muqing's face darkened: "Can it be that none of you managed to get a good night's sleep last night?" "Actually, I slept very well—I just couldn't help but yawn," Luoman said, a little embarrassed. Shu Yajing whispered, "I slept quite well, too." Qin, the young gentleman, responded in a way that made He Muqing grow increasingly frustrated—he simply remarked, "The reason you feel tired isn't because you didn't sleep well; it's because your presentation was simply too dry and monotonous!" "Really? Then, would Mr. Qin care to share his thoughts?" He Muqing deftly passed the ball back to him. Qin Feng straightened his shoulders, then stretched out a long, lazy stretch, and said slowly, "I'm truly honored by your insights—I won't just reiterate what everyone already knows. Instead, I believe we should identify a few suspect individuals, conduct focused investigations on them. That would be far better than merely discussing lofty ideas here!" He smiled and asked, "Could you please share who you think these suspects are?" In her view, if suspects were clearly identified, who would organize a meeting—everyone would just go straight to action. He added with a cheerful tone, "The perpetrators have been secretly holding onto the Seal of the Jade for several days now, yet still haven't taken action. Their作案 period is also quite brief. I suspect they're no ordinary individuals. I'd like to offer you a direction for investigation—perhaps they're targeting the cultivators!" Her eyes lit up. "So you're suggesting that you yourself are a strong suspect?" Qin Feng shook his head in exasperation: "Thank you, but you really didn't have to think of me specifically. If I'd stolen the Seal of Jade, why didn't I hand it over to take credit in front of everyone? Besides me, there are other cultivators in Pingluan City, aren't there?" Luo Man widened her eyes: "You're talking about Mei Hui and Fang Fang, right?" Good heavens! Did either of you forget to take your medicine before you left this morning? This is precisely his strategy of diverting attention—intending to draw the fire over to Sun Cheng—only to run into two such well-meaning but utterly brainless colleagues. "Little Feng, are you referring to the transfer student from your class?" asked the diligent officer. Last night, during the intense battle involving the intestine and the intestines, Lin Beauty and her sisters recounted the events of the day, which allowed the officer to learn about Sun Cheng's existence. That's truly a smart girl. Holding back his urge to gently scold the policewoman, he nodded and said, "It's that guy—I've always had a feeling he's not a good person. He's been acting so suspiciously. Think about it, Director He—how could a highly ranked cultivator suddenly appear in Plain City without any prior notice? Wouldn't that raise serious questions?" He didn't know that this was his personal grudge at work, feeling that Sun Cheng had only taken a beating from his classmates and was being treated too leniently. If he didn't create a few more difficulties for him, he simply wouldn't be doing his duty as a special team member. Director He furrowed her brows slightly, "Indeed, it's quite suspicious. Then from now on, we'll monitor him around the clock. What suggestions do you have, Qin Feng?" Qin, the young nobleman, smiled and said, "Monitoring a cultivator doesn't require us four to personally intervene—ordinary police officers would be sufficient. Rest assured, cultivators never engage in conflicts with ordinary people. That's a fundamental rule in the cultivation world. I'm certain Sun Cheng wouldn't dare to physically confront the police!" "He snapped his table and said, 'Do exactly as you suggested. Quiet and Manman, get everything arranged right away. I want Sun Cheng to go nights and days without sleeping—until he finally gives himself away!' Qin, the young officer, had no idea that his personal vendetta was, in fact, inadvertently helping the Special Team secure a major victory. Chen Yue asked via WeChat a female student she was close to, and learned that Master Chen had visited her three times within a single day, each time with a long, serious face. It wasn’t enough to say that the world owed him 200—now it seemed he owed at least 400. She felt genuinely relieved about her own decision to make an appearance at the school; if she had shown up suddenly, Master Chen would certainly not have let it go. Moreover, the students mentioned that Master Chen had inquired about Qin Feng’s news. The students were quite open and thorough, fully informing Master Chen about Qin Feng’s and Lin Caivéi’s romantic relationship. Chen Yue could easily imagine how furious Master Chen must have been upon hearing this. Indeed, the students had consistently emphasized the growing tension between Qin Feng and Master Chen, describing it as an irreconcilable conflict, with the two of them having argued in front of everyone several times already. Yet the old master did not believe it. He trusted instead the facts he had seen himself. According to the students, his beloved daughter had nearly become an implacable enemy of Qin Feng—how could enemies possibly engage in a passionate affair on the street? Therefore, he believed this was merely a ruse devised by his daughter to mask the truth: publicly, she appeared to be at odds with Qin Feng, while privately, they had grown deeply attached, even forming a bond. It was one thing to be involved with one of his students, but quite another to become a third-party lover, so unceremonious and unrefined. Initially, after a night of patient counsel from Lady Chen, the old master had managed to calm down somewhat. But upon learning the full details, his anger surged once again. Stepping out of the classroom, the old man raised his face and cried aloud: "Heaven above! What misfortune have I brought upon myself?"