The officer was astonished to look at Qin Feng and asked, "You live in the Military Commission Compound. What's your father's name and what is his position?" Qin, the young man, chuckled and said, "Sorry, my father passed away a long time ago. Also, I don't live in the Military Commission Compound—it's my girlfriend's home. I'm just a guest here!" The police were completely stunned. They were supposed to be tracking terrorists, yet here they were being treated as one themselves—had we made a mess of things? On the other hand, the police slammed the table and said, "What's your girlfriend's father's background? What else haven't you told us? Spill it all!" He said lazily, "For instance, eliminating a traitor or taking down some terrorist organization!" The two of them were stunned. After all, if they were military personnel specializing in countering terrorist groups, how could they possibly have caused an explosion? The four quickly gathered around. The most talkative one asked, "What should we do? Should we release them? They can't possibly be terrorists!" "Agreed. They've been on-site rescuing people all along—how could they be the bad guys?" "But their vehicle did explode—how do we explain that?" The third person posed the most pointed question. All four grew serious at once. They'd have to hand this problem over to the leadership—this wasn't something their junior staff could manage. The bureau director listened to the four officers' reports, furrowed his brow, and said, "I understand now. By following standard procedures, we'll conduct continuous 24-hour interrogations of them. The vehicles involved in the explosion will be attributed to them, and until new evidence surfaces, they will remain the prime suspects!" The four officers were puzzled—this clearly meant going head-to-head with the internal security forces. "What are you waiting for? Aren't you doing anything?" the director said, sounding displeased. Just a few minutes earlier, he had received an explicit instruction from higher-ups confirming that the two detained individuals had strong suspicion and should not be treated specially due to their unique status. Moreover, the higher-ups had subtly signaled that the two should not be treated with undue leniency, with the male officer being the primary focus of suspicion and the female officer to be treated more gently. Without such an implicit directive, how could a relatively junior bureau director dare to interrogate internal security officers directly? A new round of questioning had begun, and Qin Feng and He Muqing, with remarkable coordination, chose to remain silent unless new evidence was presented to them. In the end, the two jointly requested to meet each other. The Director watched the surveillance room for a while, then frowned and said, "It's obvious that these two are trying to coordinate their statements. We can't give them this opportunity. I've been saying they're just wasting their time—so far, we've uncovered nothing useful. What special measures are we going to take?" One officer paused and replied, "The other side consists of military personnel. How can we take special actions without risking our relationship with the military? Those soldiers are notoriously unreasonable—once they're upset, they'll do anything!" "Frighten them? The sky will fall, but someone above will absorb the impact. All we need to do is follow the instructions from above." The Director sniffed, indicating her impatience. Since the conversation has reached this point, what's the point of being dramatic? As long as these two can be firmly charged with terrorist offenses, the military and internal security forces can only follow protocol. In fact, the director himself isn't entirely clear about what the higher-ups really mean—only that they've been instructed to act. If they don't take action against Qin Feng, the people above will be dissatisfied. Four of them enter the interrogation room in sequence. From their expressions, Qin Feng reads everything clearly—he's certain they'll regret it for the rest of their lives if they move against him. The four exchange a well-coordinated glance. Two of them take out thick phone directories, one picks up a hammer, the other a rubber baton. "So you're going to resort to harsh interrogation tactics?" Qin, the young noble, smiles. "Don't forget who I am—should things go too far, you'll have no way of handling the aftermath!" "But if we don't go all out, we won't be able to meet our reporting obligations either. That would be quite embarrassing," the police say with a grim smile. "Very well. Then let's begin." Qin Feng really hoped they'd get going soon—this would give him a chance to defend himself. The four officers had a seamless coordination, clearly not unfamiliar with such a situation. Thud... thud... pffft... crack... In the next moment, Qin, the young noble, remained calm and composed, while the four police officers lay motionless—some with arms broken, others with legs and ribs shattered. He had promised them they'd regret this for the rest of their lives, and he meant every word. Beside the counter, a smartphone was still recording—placed there by Qin when no one was paying attention, and already running for some time. Through the surveillance feed, the director clearly saw his four officers being severely injured. He shouted hysterically, "Assault on officers! The suspect has attacked the police! Get him immediately—just don't kill him!" More officers rushed in, and the scene quickly turned into a fierce confrontation. Yet the outcome was that Qin Feng, handcuffed, managed to knock them all down. The director now had no one left to rely on—inside the control room, only two female officers remained, both of whom had been serving in administrative roles from the very beginning. He realized this incident had become serious, and his legs began to tremble. Qin Feng stepped out calmly, kicked open the door of the adjacent interrogation room, and turned to the slightly surprised He woman and said, "Now it's time to leverage the influence of your He and Wei families. We have to make this a major issue." "Ah, I see," she replied with a smile. "If we don't make a big deal out of it, some people will find it easy to clean up the mess afterward." She pulled out her phone and began calling her father and grandfather, embellishing the details without a doubt—otherwise, she wouldn't have the heart to let the schemer down.