The staff at Zihao Group are absolutely frantic—within just one month, special police units have visited twice, and this time they’ve come with even greater intensity, leaving many employees losing confidence in the company. The team leader interrupted him without expression. "Then what are you here for?" Go Zihao's fire grew even fiercer: "You're responsible for your actions. Don't think because you're a departmental authority you can act however you please. I'll tell you—there's someone above me!" At that moment, a lazy voice came from outside: "Having someone above you is impressive, isn't it? These days, who coming out to make a living still doesn't have someone above them? Relying on a patron is natural—but putting all your hopes on one patron? That's a sign of lacking your own capabilities!" The voice sounded familiar. Go Zihao looked up, his heart suddenly skipping a beat. How had he known? Qin Feng walked in slowly, accompanied by a small group of special police officers. "You," Go Zihao said, feeling a bit uncertain. "Who do you think I am?" Qin Feng said coldly. "We've clashed several times now. There's no need for formalities—let's just get down to business and work together." "Qin Feng, I'm now a legitimate businessman..." "Go to hell with the businessman! Don't even dignify the term— you don't deserve it!" Qin Feng cut him off sharply, saying, "I know you better than that. Not only do you fail to clean your record, you're just coating yourself in gold— you can't change the filth in your past!" Gao Zihao gritted his teeth and replied, "So are you really a good man? Are you just holding a grudge against me?" "I'm holding a grudge— what can you do about it?" Qin Feng acknowledged calmly, smiling. "You can complain about my company, but don't expect me to let you off the hook when it comes to my own actions!" Gao Zihao was left speechless by Qin's directness. He had hoped to establish his moral advantage and engage in a thorough discussion. Instead, Qin not only gave him no chance but openly admitted the point, leaving him with the feeling of striking hard at cotton. Qin Feng turned to the special police and said, "Bring everyone back, especially the mid-level and senior executives—those people's butts are definitely not clean!" The special police surged forward, causing chaos throughout the company. Go Zihao reached for his back, while Qin, the young man, coldly remarked, "You'd better not resist—your fate will surely be to lie dead on the spot. Try it yourself. People like you deserve trial. It would be a real pity if you died!" If Go Zihao were actually taken to court, the entire company—and indeed the entire Tianli Sect—would tremble with the consequences. That was exactly what he wanted to see happen. Go Zihao withdrew his hand, gave a cold smile, "Thank you for the warning. Rest assured—I won't let your scheme succeed!" "Hahahaha. Then let's see how it unfolds," countered Qin, the young man. In addition to arresting people, everything within the company must be sealed. Employees' personal belongings will be inspected and verified before they are returned to them. More and more people are coming to watch from outside—this has now been the second time in the past month that the police have visited. Everyone is puzzled as to what kind of business this company actually does, given the special police unit's keen interest. Last time, even the top official of Pingplain City had come personally. People are now speculating about the chairman's background and wondering whether the top official will come again. Searching the entire office space, which spans several hundred square meters, from floor to ceiling is no small task, yet the special police officers seem neither in a hurry nor particularly eager. Employees have been escorted into conference rooms, where they are expected to remain quiet. Gong Zihao was placed at the entrance alone—he not only received handcuffs but also had two additional straps added. During the search, a small folding knife made of Damascus steel was found tucked in the back of his waist. This finely crafted knife is currently being handled by Qin, the young executive. Just as everyone is engaged in the search, a sharp sound of hurried leather shoes suddenly echoes through the hall. Qin Feng didn't need to turn around to know that the real star was about to make his entrance. Indeed, it was Lian Mingfei and his entourage who stepped forward. As always, he preferred to take the initiative—before anyone even arrived, he loudly declared, "What's going on here? Who's in charge of your team? Who sent you all to disrupt things like this!" Qin Feng then turned and addressed the situation with stern authority, "Didn't I clearly instruct that no unrelated personnel were to be admitted? Why have so many uninvited people come up to block our way? Stop them!" The four special police officers raised their modern assault rifles and blocked off Lian Mingfei and his group. The officers below had clearly received some subtle cues—otherwise, how could they have summoned these unarmed, well-fed individuals to take such a stand? It was precisely Qin Daoshi who had issued those cues. If Lian Mingfei didn't make his appearance, the performance would surely fall apart. "Who dares, this is Lian Mingfei, the Party Secretary of Plain City. Who dares to make a fuss?" A staff member rushed forward from behind, clearly ready to absorb any blows meant for the leader. The others, upon seeing this, began silently criticizing themselves for lacking initiative—such a golden opportunity to shine, and yet it had been snatched away by someone else. However, when it came to performance, timing didn't matter much; what counted was simply the willingness to step up. With the example set by the first one, the rest quickly followed suit, effectively surrounding Lian Secretary on all sides. This left Qin Feng genuinely impressed. It was often said that the officials in the People's Republic were most skilled not in managing the people, but in attending to their superiors and collecting funds—now it seemed, this was truly the case. He found himself wondering: if he ordered the special police to open fire, how many of them would actually step forward to truly shield the leader. "Qin Feng, it's you," Lian Mingfei recognized him. "Lian Secretary has a sharp memory—remembering my name is no small feat," Qin Feng feigned genuine surprise and delight. Lian Mingfei thought he was afraid of him, and with an arrogant glance, he looked at him before kindly gazing at Ge Zihao and saying, "Little Ge, don't worry. I'll reiterate what I said before: no one can arbitrarily slander a legitimate businessman—such an act would be damaging to social harmony. As the local official, I absolutely won't remain passive."