Qin Feng gave Lei Feng the once-over, thinking—If I knew, I’d have been chatting with you long ago. To be honest, he still felt he’d been tricked. Fortunately, Qingya had timely reminded him; otherwise, he’d still be completely in the dark. Yet, he couldn’t quite understand how it was that the usually elegant and somewhat brainy female inspectors—so often seen as the epitome of being beautiful but intellectually unrefined—had suddenly become so sharp and insightful today, posing such profound questions with such precision. Based on his prior impressions, this very self-important, unyielding inspector should never have thought of such things. As her superior, Lei Feng himself couldn’t even come up with a simple strategy like "diverting the enemy to save one’s own forces"—how could he possibly lead someone so intelligent? Therefore, his skepticism was entirely natural. Unconsciously, Qin Feng began to fix his gaze on Qingya. The beautiful inspector suddenly felt two intense, penetrating glances sweeping back and forth across her, wondering—who on earth was this, and why was she so bold? Upon closer inspection, it was Qin Feng. She was instantly furious—how dare you, you heartless YD! You've always been fond of gazing at beautiful women with a dreamy, flirtatious gaze. It's one thing to do it in front of your own wife, but to do it so boldly even before the Director of the Office? Are you truly ready to give up your career? If he weren't her deputy, the beautiful Inspector would have kicked him right out. Now, if she kicked him, not only would Qin Feng be embarrassed, but she herself would suffer a loss of face. Her face grew cold. "Why are you staring at me so reverently? What exactly do you want to say?" Qin, only now regaining his composure, smiled and said, "Nothing really. I've noticed you've become more thoughtful today, so I'd like to study you a bit." "Study me? What specifically?" the woman was taken aback. The elder continued, "I've always thought Qingya was quite intelligent." He spoke seriously. "In fact, I'm trying to figure out—how exactly did you manage to shift your intelligence from the front to the top?" "What about the front and the top?" the beautiful woman expressed her confusion. He chuckled, first pointing to her prominent chest, then to her head, saying, "This is the front, this is the top." As the observer, Isabel was the first to grasp it and remarked, "So you're saying she's got a large chest but lacks brainpower—doubting how her intelligence, seemingly overshadowed by her bust, manages to return to her mind, correct?" "Heh, someone who truly understands me is even my wife, Shasha," he said with a cheerful smile. Lei Feng stared at him, his eyes wide as cow's eggs—never had anyone dared to tease Qingya in front of him before. Turning to the beautiful监察使 herself, her face flushed with a deep red hue: "Mr. Qin, what did you just say? Please repeat it—don't run, I'll kill you!" Of course she wouldn't stay put. Not only did she have to run, but she had to run quickly, and straight toward the small tripod. In terms of flight speed, Qin Shao—still one step short of the Yuan Sheng stage—definitely wouldn't stand a chance against Qingya at her peak. "Qin! You're so soulless! I won't forgive you! Just a few days ago, you thought you'd settled down, and now you're back again, making me uncomfortable..." Hearing his increasingly ungraceful outburst, Lei Feng flushed with embarrassment and said to Isabella, "Sorry, I've been too strict with him. In fact, Qingya is usually very refined—truly so..." The elegant officer nodded gracefully, adding, "I believe you. I know that any lady would reveal her most genuine self in front of Xiao Feng—this is one of his special abilities..." A few minutes later, she entered the small ding as well, turning to the genuine red wine that was Qin Shao, and said, "Why must you keep bothering Qingya, especially in front of her superior? That will make her feel humiliated. You'll hardly get off scot-free." "He chuckled lightly." "Just find some amusement, really—the pace of the past few days has been a bit fast. We're just easing the tension. Rest assured, she'll direct her anger squarely at the magical race, and once that's done, everything will settle naturally." ... Huaxia State, the Capital. Leading figures from the military and political spheres had gathered, the atmosphere in the hall somewhat tense. The first item on the agenda was a three-minute period of silence in memory of the victims of the magical race's invasion—this included not only victims from Huaxia but also those from around the world who had perished at the hands of the magical forces. After the silence, Wei Qingtian spoke first: "Ladies and gentlemen, our current situation is quite serious. While the events that have unfolded have been somewhat unexpected, the outcomes have been profoundly tragic. Moreover, no one can be certain whether the magical race will not return—what comes next remains uncertain." "He turned his tone sharply: 'Yet our army, hailed as the one with the largest number of messengers and communication-equipped units, remained completely inactive when the demonic forces slaughtered our fellow citizens. Indeed, the demons are formidable—nothing surprising there. What is truly alarming is that we ourselves are so weak.' The military leaders lowered their heads in silence. They had repeatedly boasted before the media about the elite nature of their troops, claiming they could guarantee the safety of the capital, and even challenged the demonic forces, asserting they would drive them to extinction. Yet the outcome was merely one demonic force causing such extensive casualties and losses. A senior political figure then remarked: 'Chairman Wei is absolutely right. However, this situation cannot be entirely attributed to the military's incompetence. After all, our long-standing adversaries have never been the demons. Thus, a first defeat is understandable—knowing one's limitations and rising with renewed determination truly reflects the spirit of a true man.' These words were delivered with strong conviction, yet their substance amounted to little more than watered-down compromise, lacking real substance." Wei Qingtian continued, "Right now, our intelligence link is the weakest point. Our country is vast and geographically diverse—they can enter from any direction, from any location. How do we defend? I expect each of you to immediately present a feasible plan. No empty rhetoric, no formalities—something practical and actionable." As for the actual impact of the meeting, no one had any real confidence. The only reliable asset Wei senior could rely on was the Special Operations Unit—essentially, Qin Feng himself. He had thought about it repeatedly, and others had even suggested bringing the unit back to ensure national security, rather than keeping it stationed in Europe. Yet, after careful consideration, he decided to respect Qin Feng's judgment and had never raised any formal requests. He knew well Qin Feng's character—though relatively young, he was deeply experienced, and his decisions would surely be sound. Moreover, to put it bluntly, it was better to fight on foreign soil than right at home. It is said that the cultivators have already begun gathering, responding to orders from the Office of Cultivation Supervision, to contribute to the well-being of the people of China. This, too, is a heartening development. He sighed, standing by a western-facing window, gazing at the stars scattered across the sky, and murmured to himself, "Little Feng, Qingqing—please don't let me down."