Why Qin Feng didn’t give Lian Ming a chance was because he realized this man was someone who never wanted to be idle—no matter where he was sent, whether to the police or the court, Lian Ming would tirelessly defend himself and take active steps to retaliate. That meant bringing him back alive—effectively creating a problem for Qin Feng himself—thus sealing his fate. Lian Ming truly feared now, his body trembling as he pleaded, “I’m sorry—I’ve made a mistake. Please, just let me go. I’ll give you all the money I’ve saved over the years. Please don’t kill me—I beg you!” People always wait until they see the coffin before they cry; it’s too late to regret when it’s already too late. Crack! Qin Feng cast a spell that immobilized Lian Ming, then pulled him up off the ground, speaking coldly, “You should have realized this much earlier. Unfortunately, this path was one you chose yourself—no one can save you now. Go on, then. Gong Zi Hao is waiting for you below.” Hauled along like a dead dog, Lin Mingfei, dragged him to the cockpit, used the dagger to pry open the steering wheel lock, found two loose wires and touched them together—sparks flew—and the fishing boat’s engine started. Shifted into gear and had Lin Mingfei sit in the driver’s seat. He patted his face and said, “Don’t worry—when it’s time for you to die, you won’t feel too much pain!” As the engine roared to full power, Qin Feng pushed the clutch in, causing the boat to reverse, then turn, and straighten its course toward the other fishing boats moored along the shore. On land, several drunk men walked over. One squinted at the scene, shouting, “Boss, what’s going on? Our boat’s moving—someone must have stolen it!” The boat’s captain gasped, “What? Stolen? Who’d steal an old boat like this? It must be Lin Mingfei—he’s been waiting for this, wanting to take the boat himself. But does he even know how to drive?” Thud... boom... crack... The fishing boat slammed into another vessel, pushing the one ahead aside, then struck a third with great force. Following a series of impacts, the fishing boat's hull suffered severe deformation, and seawater rushed in rapidly through several large holes. Yet the boat did not stop—it turned toward the sea and slowly sank beneath the waves, leaving everyone in stunned silence. With the boats now gone, Lian Mingfei, the one who was supposed to be in charge of navigation, had no choice but to meet his fate. On the deck of a nearby large ship, Qin Feng stood at the mast, holding a camera, capturing the entire sequence—from the collision to the sinking. What if the leadership feared complications from lacking formal procedures? This video is the most compelling evidence that Lian Mingfei deliberately chose to sink the boat. How else could one explain it—unless he himself failed to steer the ship and caused it to sink? Who else would be to blame? As for the individuals on land, each one received a detailed profile to facilitate the police in identifying them and understanding the "true situation." The news that the mayor of Pingplain City had fled and died at sea sent significant shockwaves throughout Zhongyuan Province and the entire Central China region. Provincial leaders specially formed an investigation team to visit Pingplain City and examine the full course of events. Initial findings indicate that over the years Ming Ming has held office in Pingplain City, his accumulation of wealth has been staggering—amounting to several tens of millions transferred abroad. In addition to these, his residential properties, vehicles, antiques, and bank deposits left in the city's bustling districts, bring the total涉案 amount to at least seven to eight million, even if it doesn't reach one hundred million. All domestic assets have been seized, yet the overseas assets have truly vanished—since both of Ming Ming's sons have already obtained U.S. green cards and the funds have already been transferred into their accounts. Wang Changling accepted the "on-call appointment" as acting Party Secretary of Pingplain City, while continuing to serve as Mayor—thus wielding substantial authority, now having the final say on all major matters in the city. As for when the word "acting" will be dropped from his title, that will simply depend on time. “He Mu Qing insisted, ‘Your luck has always been so good—just happened to be caught by you. Does that mean you’re claiming everything was orchestrated by you?’ Qin Feng sniffed, ‘Why not?’ He Mu Qing smiled, ‘My task was to bring him back safely. Instead, you killed him. Is that fulfilling the mission? Furthermore, you had the perfect opportunity to arrest him intact and hand him over to legal authorities. Why did you choose to kill him? Who granted you the right to do so?’ I’m truly at a loss—what does it mean to be trapped? This very scene is the perfect example. ‘Why aren’t you speaking? You wanted a reward, didn’t you? Then clearly explain to me—why should I give you one?’ He Mu Qing, confident she had the upper hand, wouldn’t let go of her points. Even though Qin, the young man with an exceptionally thick skin, felt embarrassed to admit he had fully accomplished his mission. As for the reward—unless you give it to me, I’ll just take it myself.” He suddenly leaned forward and kissed the fresh red lips of He Leader. "Mmm..." He Muqing instinctively retaliated, lifting one leg only to have it caught by his hand, which then pulled it firmly toward himself. He Leader lost her balance and fell into his arms, her mouth still unable to regain freedom. After a long, lingering kiss, he stood up straight with a cheerful smile. He Leader stepped back, giving him a scolding glance and said, "You're so dull! You always find ways to bother your superiors. I'm going to report you to my grandfather, and have him demote you and impose strict disciplinary action!" Qin the Young Man shrugged and chuckled, "Fine with me. I've never taken my military rank seriously. If demoting me one level means I can have one more wet kiss with you, I'd rather be demoted to a private!" "Hmph! I wouldn't believe a word of that." "What a hassle," said the leader impatiently, "I've taken advantage of every opportunity, I've reported on all my work—why are you still lingering here? I simply don't have time to chat with you, let alone have a meal together!" He brightened up suddenly, "Speaking of meals, I just remembered I had arranged to invite Weiwei and the others for a proper dinner today. Thank you for the reminder—otherwise, I'd definitely be scolded by them. Goodbye then!" With that, he dashed off. Hei Muqing was furious, blowing her nose and glaring at him—how could he be so color-conscious and indifferent to colleagues? He always remembered to invite his female friends, but never thought to extend the same courtesy to his superiors.