The elderly man with the surname Xu knelt on one knee, watching helplessly as the red lacquered chest containing the jade seal was about to fly out the window, and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Hurry and catch it!" In this conference room, at least two people could have intercepted the chest before it exited the window. Yet neither of them moved—none other than Qin Feng and Lin Caivui. The man's attendants, mostly men in their forties and above, could only stare wide-eyed, offering little else. The camera operator reacted swiftly, keeping the lens locked on the red lacquered chest until it finally flew out the window. "My national treasure! My national treasure!" the old man cried out in sheer panic. Soon, a sharp *snap* echoed through the room. Qin Feng spoke with a tone of mockery, "The box is sturdy—shouldn't there be any issues?" "Not necessarily," interjected the young woman, "we're on the tenth floor here." "Just now, someone must have said that even if we sold all the people in this room, we wouldn't be able to recover the jade seal." Qin Feng looked at Xu the old man with an expression of profound sympathy and said, "Do you think this old man can afford it?" Shu, the young officer, felt particularly satisfied and remarked, "They should be able to afford it—after all, he works as an appraiser at major auction houses in Europe and North America; his annual salary must be quite substantial!" Xu the old man was completely stunned. That was a national treasure, an incalculable treasure—no matter how much he sacrificed, he simply couldn't afford to replace it. Hele the leader glared at the three of them and sneered, "What are you all talking about now? It's been this way for so long—get down to the actual condition of the national treasure and check whether it's been damaged. I hope the wooden box is sturdy enough!" She hurried over to the window, stepped outside, and looked out. Xu the old man quickly rose from the ground, yet he dared not look out. From the gradually darkening expression on He Muqing's face, he realized the outcome was not He turned back to everyone and said, "It's all over. The wooden chest cracked into several pieces, and the floor below is exactly granite. I saw several yellow fragments..." "Oh, the Jade Seal has been broken," said the old Xu, sinking down onto the ground with a heavy sigh, his eyes blank. He had returned from abroad several months ago. When he first received the invitation from the Ministry of Cultural Heritage, he had made a show of grandeur, only agreeing to serve as Chief Advisor when they offered him a substantial salary. Usually, he was proud and domineering, treating everyone else as beneath him. This appraisal of the Jade Seal had originally been assigned to someone else, but he had insisted on taking it upon himself, even arranging for reporters to cover the entire process—solely to boost his reputation within the industry. Now, however, his carefully crafted image had turned into a complete embarrassment. Just moments ago, he had been passionately criticizing others for not properly caring for national treasures; now, it was he himself who had thrown the very treasure out the window. The reporter, holding the camera, stepped out of the window. As the lens zoomed in, he said, "The seal has been shattered into dozens of pieces—some as large as a fist, others only the size of pebbles, and even smaller fragments... Oh no, a car drove by and crushed some of them." Xu, the old man, felt his heart sink to the very bottom. He rushed wildly to the door, and soon appeared at the ground floor, shouting while gathering the broken pieces of the seal. Qin Feng glanced out the window and then asked the leader, "Head, doesn't this have anything to do with us?" The leader shrugged and said, "Of course not. Our job is simply to recover the seal. Once we've done that, didn't that old man just tell you to handle the handover with us? Don't you move!" The man seemed hesitant and replied, "The seal is all broken—how can we possibly carry out the handover?" "What do you mean? Are you trying to delay it?" "What's going on!" the leader exclaimed, "Hasn't the old man we brought here already taken the items away? Hasn't he even thrown them out the window? Does anyone here have any connection to us at all!" Qin, the young man, immediately drew out his gun and pointed it at the man's head, saying, "Are you going to stall? Do you think I'll hesitate to shoot you right now?" The man, his legs giving way, quickly added, "We're handling the handover right now. Please don't get excited. Everyone saw what happened clearly, and it's all been recorded on video. The person responsible for damaging the national treasure is Mr. Xu—the old man. He has absolutely nothing to do with any of us!" Qin nodded and said, "Now that's what I call sensible. Why are you still standing there? Sign the papers!" The others, being sharp, had already noticed that these people were quite different from ordinary police officers. With the responsibility now squarely on Mr. Xu, they might as well sign. After all, once you're under someone's roof, you have to bend. As soon as they left, Qin couldn't help but smile faintly, with a touch of satisfaction. He glanced again at the group below and said, "Let's not even talk about whether the imperial seal can be restored—just imagine the costs involved. Even if it can be, those expenses alone could wipe out Mr. Xu's entire family fortune. That's classic 'acting proud and getting struck by lightning!' " "Absolutely," Qin Feng nodded with a dismissive air. No matter the final outcome, the special team's merits cannot be erased, and the old master in the capital, Wei, has already begun to advocate for their recognition. ... Qin Family Villa, second-floor master bedroom. Clothes of various colors are scattered haphazardly on the wooden floor—outerwear, pantsuits, and stockings, all neatly arranged. On the large bed, three naked bodies are engaged in vigorous activity, their movements so intense that the thick blanket ripples like a sea under a strong wind, waves surging continuously. The high-pitched cries rise one after another, crescendoing. Suddenly, a soprano-like cry erupts, followed by a gasping female voice: "Feng, I can't go on anymore—go find Jingjing!" "I've been unable to go on for a while now—please, go on with Weiwei." A voice of profound languor, almost a whisper, responds. "I... I can't hold out much longer either. This is only because I've advanced from a top-tier mid-stage to the peak—my stamina has just allowed me to endure another forty minutes. You've already been resting for so long; it's your turn now!" "Alright, if I die on the bed, Vivvi will be responsible for arranging my funeral!" Qin the Young Lord lifted both hands simultaneously and gently struck the firm buttocks of the two women, humming, "What's so unlucky about dying on the bed? All this talk about death is just bad luck. As punishment for you both, the ten-minute alternating battle begins now—Jingjing first, then Vivvi. Ha ha ha!"