?Mobile reading In the morning, Qin Feng stretched out lazily and sat up in bed, while Shu Ya Jing and Zhou Mu Si were still asleep. The clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor and the partial exposure of their bodies beneath the blankets clearly indicated a fierce battle last night. The outcome? Of course, Qin's younger brother had defeated both young ladies, leaving them disarmed and overwhelmed. A rich breakfast had already been prepared on the dining table outside. After giving a friendly smile to the two mother-in-laws, he helped himself to the meal and said, "Si Si and Jing Jing might need a bit more time to get up. I'll go find Uncle Zhou shortly!" "No problem," said Zhou夫人, pointing to the nearby thermos, "This is for Uncle Zhou. Since you're going, could you bring it over for him? I'll stay here." "No problem at all!" Half an hour later, Qin, the young officer, arrived at the Provincial Public Security Hall with a thermos in hand. Given the significance of the case, all interrogation duties were entrusted to the most experienced and elite police officers. After presenting his identification, he smoothly made his way to the Deputy Secretary's office. Old Zhou arrived with eyes swollen like panda eyes, bloodshot and weary. "It's time for breakfast," he said, placing the thermos on the desk. "Mr. Zhou, don't tell me you've been working all night!" "I was just about to say that," he replied, setting down his file and opening the thermos lid. "We've been interrogating all night—guess what we've uncovered!" Qin shrugged. "Do you really need to guess? I'd say we've come up with nothing!" Zhou was taken aback. "How do you know that?" "If I believed you could handle things well, I wouldn't have come here this early." "He sat across from him with his legs crossed, unyielding, and said, 'Those three aren't just ordinary terrorists or assassins—getting them to talk is no easy feat!' Zhou Uncle nodded thoughtfully, chewing on his food as he added, 'The interrogators have changed several times, and they've tried every method imaginable, yet the three still won't say a word!' 'Did you resort to the Ten Most Brutal Punishments of the Qing Dynasty?' he suddenly asked. 'Pfft!' Zhou Uncle sprayed some porridge out of his mouth, earnestly insisting, 'We're a disciplined force, aren't we? What kind of punishments do you mean—those ten? We never allow harsh treatment to extract confessions. How could we possibly have used them?' Qin, the young gentleman, thought to himself, 'You're just trying to impress yourself with your own prestige—there must be countless cases of severe interrogation tactics.' After finishing his meal, Zhou Uncle wiped his mouth and said, 'From what I gather, you believe there's a way to get these three to open up, correct?' "Of course," he huffed, "you think I'm just here to deliver breakfast? Please—such a mundane task, who else could possibly do it? Why should I personally make the trip?" Zhou nodded with a smile. "Since you're so confident, that's wonderful. Let's go. The young men have already run out of options. Their only strategy is to delay—hoping to wear down the will of the three of us. Unless they volunteer information, we won't learn a thing!" The delaying tactic—perhaps the most unrefined approach—works well for ordinary people, but anyone trained specifically for such situations can easily withstand it, whether for days, months, or even years. Soon, the two arrived at the interrogation room. Through the glass windows, they could see the three individuals isolated in separate rooms, each wearing handcuffs and leg irons, the handcuffs secured to metal chairs, and the chairs firmly anchored to the floor. Above them, multiple-angle cameras captured every subtle change in their expressions. The equipment was quite advanced, yet the people using it were underwhelming—throughout the entire night, they failed to elicit any results, thus wasting these costly assets. The three individuals appeared energetic, having stayed up all night themselves, yet they showed no signs of the panda eyes that typically appear in Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou was simply too eager to demonstrate himself. Despite his body's growing fatigue, he persisted through the night, and his efforts were ultimately futile. Since the interrogation had been delegated to others, he could simply review the findings the next day—so why stay up all night? "How's it going?" he asked. One officer stood up and reported, "The three remain silent, and they barely glance at the water and food served to them!" Qin Feng said, "Mr. Zhou, have everyone leave, and shut down all the recording and video equipment!" "Why?" Mr. Zhou asked, puzzled. "When I interrogate suspects, I'm not used to being watched," he gave himself a dignified excuse. Zhou Mingchu thought for a moment and decided to go with the flow. He waved his hand and said, "Everyone leave—turn off all the equipment!" One by one, the people began to depart. Qin Feng turned to look at Zhou Mingchu. Zhou, the senior staff member, blinked and said, "I'm also leaving!" "Of course, you thought so, didn't you?" Qin, the young officer, asked back. "Alright... alright," Zhou made a show of being impressed, then, as he walked a few steps, turned around to add, "No physical force—any violence is against the law!" "By the way, I've already beaten your people several times at the police station," Qin couldn't hold back anymore. "Every time it was because they used violence during interrogations. They're all their own people. What's the point of all these formalities?" Zhou's face flushed slightly, and he huffed, "Just don't cause any casualties—otherwise, I won't be able to explain it to the higher-ups!" "Stuff aside, bro, all I want to do is get them to talk—my interest in their lives is minimal. Once all the equipment is turned off, the sound insulation between rooms drops noticeably, which is exactly what Qin Feng had hoped for. He walks into the first interrogation room, where the man immediately recognizes him, gasping, 'It's you! You devil! Kill me now—don't think you'll get a single word out of me!' Last night, Qin Feng used a stunning spell that immobilized the three of them, leaving them unable to control their bodies. Without knowing why, they now see him as a demon. 'Hah,' Qin Feng chuckles as he walks past, 'if I wanted you dead, you'd already be dead by now. You're a tough guy, but I've got a thousand ways to make you speak. My question is simple—what organization do you belong to?' 'I won't tell you!' 'Snap!' "Qin Feng rounded on him, giving him a solid slap across the face, then kicked him hard in the abdomen, demanding, "Which organization are you from?" Crack... Thud... Boom... Half an hour later, he entered the second interrogation room with a smile, saying, "The Death Angels, I see. Your organization has a great name—only you ended up under my hands!" The man stared at him in surprise. "Didn't you believe this was relayed by one of your colleagues?" he smiled. "I have a thousand ways to get someone to speak. The same applies to you. Of course, I only ask one question at a time. If you answer, I leave you be; if you don't, you'll suffer. Do you think you're more resilient than your colleagues? Listen carefully—I'd like to know, how much compensation do you expect for your part in my death?"