?Reading on mobile phone Pingcheng City. Fang Fang pointed at the computer screen and said, "I have a feeling this news report is subtly pointing at someone we're very familiar with!" Mei Hui raised her head and smiled, "You're quite perceptive—those two people mentioned who are connected with the military, aren't they exactly Xiao Feng and He Muqing?" Luo Man added, "I feel the same. It seems that He and his colleagues haven't been idle in Beijing—they've now drawn national attention to the explosion case!" "Definitely a case of framing," Fang Fang said. "Exactly," the beautiful CEO began analyzing, "Because of this, Xiao Feng has been making such a big splash. He's used to operating in the background, letting things remain murky. How could the real mastermind step forward if the waters weren't stirred?" "Román opened a link and said, 'This is a video released by the military. It's reportedly interrupted for three minutes—many people believe that during those three minutes, the terrorists secretly loaded the bombs onto their vehicles and then staged the incident to frame them!' Fang Fang also opened a link and said, 'The military and the internal security forces issued statements claiming they are specifically dedicated to combating terrorism. It's only because of their outstanding performance that they were falsely accused!' The young, elegant CEO smiled, 'They really went to great lengths—eventually even the Central Military Commission had to step in to clarify the facts. In the end, the minor players failed, and the good ones prevailed!' The young assistant raised an eyebrow, 'Hui-jie, have you noticed anything unusual when Xiao Feng calls us lately?' Mei Hui thought for a few seconds and said, 'Yes—I've noticed that whenever he mentions He Muqing, his tone becomes hesitant. It's not as if he's already involved in something more intimate with her, is it?' 'What?' "Romana was first stunned, then stared in disbelief: 'You mean to say Hao has been taken down by Qin Feng!' Both women nodded in unison—having followed Qin Feng for so long, they knew him well. Romana sighed with a touch of regret: 'A fine cabbage, finally uprooted by a pig! I'm sorry, Mei, I'm not trying to be critical—just feeling sorry for Hao. She couldn't escape that man's grasp at the end!' Mei Hui shrugged gracefully: 'It doesn't matter. After all, we're all now immortals with lifespans far exceeding ordinary people. With more of us, things will be more lively—otherwise, we'd grow tired of seeing the same faces every day!' Fang Fang added: 'Exactly. And besides, Hao has been on Qin Feng's list for a long time. To have lasted this long before being harvested, he's certainly done well!' Romana shook her head, thinking to herself: 'What kind of good fortune must Qin Feng have? Not only does he have such outstanding women around him, but even his affairs with them are fully acceptable!' There's one more thing—you're all cultivators now, but I'm still just an ordinary person. Stop always talking about lifespan, youthfulness, and such. Can't you at least consider how others feel? ... With the military's clarification, He Muqing and Qin Feng were released. Under the escort of a group of special forces troops, they walked out of the police station at a steady, unhurried pace, enjoying the hero's treatment. Qin, while smiling and greeting his admirers, said, "Qingqing, what do you think the mastermind would feel like, seeing this scene?" He Muqing replied without hesitation, "Definitely a mix of discomfort, resentment, and anger—having put so much effort into it, only to end up with no lamb at all, feeling all flustered and under pressure, a complete loss!" The State Security Bureau building was filled with a palpable sense of tension. Just now, officials from the Discipline Inspection Commission arrived, taking away the several vice-ministers who appeared in the photos. Several people who used to strut around with pride here looked defeated and dejected when they were taken away—so much so that their expressions were indistinguishable from those of the dead. The highest level, the Minister's office. On the floor, tea cups lay scattered in fragments. Fan Changming stood close to the door, and near the large window, a man was shouting angrily. His name is Yan Xinghua, Minister of the Central Security Bureau, a longtime friend of Guan Liye—close enough to be considered as if they wore the same pants. "Have I told you time and again that it's fine to go out for a meal, just remember to wipe your mouth clean?" Yan Xinghua snapped. "Well, here you go—instead of wiping your mouth, you didn't even bother with your behind. Now that things have gone south, you and I have both been navigating the political scene for years. Shouldn't we know that once you're summoned by the disciplinary committee, especially for the charge of prostitution, you still have a chance to recover?" Fan Changming felt fortunate—his name wasn't on the photo, and given his relationships with several vice-ministers, he didn't expect to be named "Minister, things have already gone this far—what can we do now?" He said carefully, then added, "And what about the police department's matter—do we still have any involvement?" "Goodness, we're nearly drowning ourselves—we don't have the energy to think about anyone else!" Yan Xinghua slammed the table. "This situation has been devastating, and the photos have already gone viral. Those unfortunate ones have lost all their value—let them fade away on their own. But one thing must be ensured: they must stay quiet. No more complaints, no more accusations—anything that could harm them." Fan Changming wiped a bead of sweat. "Minister, please rest assured—I'll handle this matter thoroughly!" Yan Xinghua picked up another cup, just about to bring it to his lips, but then he hurled it forcefully to the ground, shouting, "You always find ways to create trouble! A group of people going out for a simple outing, photographed—why don't you just send them to their graves!" Guan Liye had been staying in the hospital ward all morning, accompanying his son. He was completely unaware of what was happening outside. According to his plan, Qin Feng must have been taken care of, and He Muqing would surely not escape unscathed either. He happily told his son that he had already avenged him. Guan Wenfeng felt much better and finished a whole serving of dumplings in one go—Guan Liye watched with satisfaction. The secretary whispered, "The explosion case has been resolved—the evidence proves the owner was framed. Also, the State Security Bureau is facing a major crisis: several vice-ministers have been taken away by the disciplinary committee for having been caught engaging in extramarital affairs, and they've now been placed under formal investigation!" Guan Liye raised an eyebrow, "What? Then what about Yan Xinghua? Has he been affected?" "The Minister Yan is fine," the secretary said, "and so is Fang Changming, the Director of the Anti-Terrorism Department."