Mei Li stood motionless, though she knew clearly she had eaten tofu. It was precisely during that moment of stunned stillness that Qin Feng calmly slipped into the small ding. If he had acted promptly, even if he couldn’t have smacked her dead, he could have struck her still-forming residual shadow, surely causing serious injury. The pressure on her chest remained, and the tingling sensation continued. It took a long while before she regained her composure and shouted loudly, “Qin Feng, you’re a soulless fool! We’re not done with you yet!” Inside the small ding, Qin Shao had become a hero in everyone’s eyes—except for Qing Ya. He smiled and said, “I can be absolutely certain that Mei Li is a virgin ground, never developed from top to bottom.” One of the inspectors asked curiously, “Why so certain?” “My lord has read countless women. This experience, I’ve certainly earned.” "His expression grew more and more YD: 'From her reaction, it's clear that you guys didn't know—this girl reacted intensely. Besides anger, she showed a subtle sense of uncertainty that was hard to detect. A woman who's seen her fair share of big storms would have remained composed.' Old Lei Feng gave another solid thumbs-up: 'Outstanding, Qin Feng—you truly are a talent. Well deserved.' 'Heh, that's just the beginning,' the guy said, proudly puffing out his chest. 'Watch this—this girl will end up suffering even more under my roof.' With a bit of pride, he added, 'As for handling women, I've got a real knack. No matter what their personalities, they always bow down to me—actively offering themselves, willingly letting me have my way... Ah, it really hurts.'" One of his ears was firmly held by Isabella, the beautiful officer, who scowled, saying, "If you don't exaggerate, you'll die! Egghead, egghead—how can you possibly fail to do it?" "Shall I apologize, my wife?" he quickly pleaded. Qingya laughed freely beside him, "Ha ha! You're clearly a storyteller—turns out you're actually a timid husband, always pretending to be a manly man. I'm not impressed!" Good grief. He hurriedly sent a glance to Isabella, signaling that she should uphold his dignity. Isabella released his ear and gave him a withering look, "From now on, you mustn't speak nonsense in front of everyone." Old Lei Feng chuckled heartily, accidentally pulling at the spot where he had been holding on, and winced in pain, perspiring profusely, "Ah! I can't hold out anymore. I'm going back to the Oversight Office right away to recover. Everything here, then, is yours—Qingya, you take the lead." The beautiful Oversight Officer beamed, "No worries at all. I promise you, I'll never let the magical You have to realize she's a newcomer in the Inspection Department, the lowest-ranked one, and the head supervisor assigning leadership responsibilities to you is a clear sign of trust in you—also a reflection of her own confidence. Yet she immediately grows displeased, because the elder adds, "Qin Feng, you'll take on the role of deputy to Qingya. Together, the two of you will surely achieve great things." "With him." "With her." Both of them widen their eyes, express their displeasure simultaneously, and then at the same time say, "Absolutely not." The elder chuckles. "I suppose you haven't noticed it yourselves—your coordination is truly remarkable; even your words are identical. I'm thoroughly confident in this pairing. Go ahead, young people—do your best. I have no doubt about you... ah, well, it's starting to hurt me." With that, the elder simply excuses himself, leaving them to handle the matter on their own. The atmosphere grew tense, the two of them staring at each other, clearly unwilling to become the legendary duo of complementary swords. Especially Qingya, who had suffered too many defeats at Qin Feng's hands and knew well that this young man wasn't exactly a trustworthy partner—working with him would surely mean being left in the lurch. Qin promptly returned a sharp, piercing gaze, signaling that you're not treating me well, and I'm treating you even worse. The several inspectors exchanged glances, then decided to step in as mediators. One of them smiled warmly and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, since the Director has entrusted you with such a significant responsibility, cooperation is essential." "Indeed," another more eager one added with a smile, "whether we win or lose in the coming battles will entirely depend on your wise decisions—so you must work closely together and align your thinking." The third one put it more directly: "You two must absolutely avoid any conflict. As the saying goes, 'when men and women work together, the task never feels tiring,' and you should also take the lead." "With him." "With her." The two stared at each other, clearly intending to say something like "either him or me," when Isabella interjected, "Both of you, the head supervisor has been injured and has left. If we don't unite now, how can we fight the demonic forces? Internal divisions—exactly what our enemies want to see." Qingya gritted her teeth and said, "We can cooperate, but it has to be under my direction." "Why should it be under my direction? Your intelligence and strategies are clearly inferior to mine. Haven't you heard the saying, 'A single incompetent general can cause the death of three entire armies'?" Qin insisted, defending his point. "The key is having a strong leader. Therefore, it's my call. If it's your call, we'll all be in danger." His words resonated deeply with the supervisors, none of whom were eager to volunteer for certain death. "I'm the leader, and you're the deputy—this is exactly what the head supervisor said. What does deputy mean? You should know that, at the very least, you must follow my instructions without question." "Qingya absolutely won't willingly hand over the command to someone else—this position was hard-won, and how could she simply give it up without a fight? Qin, on the other hand, began to chuckle coldly: "Can you even defeat Meili? Or do you, like me, manage to make her willingly accept your affection—just one of these two, and I'll consider you worthy." "Me—!" The beautiful Commissioner instantly looked like a defeated rooster, her head drooping. "I can't—." "Ah, well, that settles it," he said with pride. "At the very least, I can achieve one of these, and everyone can see it. So, you lead the team, and I handle the strategy—how does that sound?" This was effectively a concession. Though Qin knew his own strength was solid, convincing an outsider to lead this group of Commissioners would surely be no easy task. Qingya also made a compromise: "You can propose the strategy, but I retain the right to veto." "Agreed." "Agreed." Thus, the legendary synergy of the two swords was achieved, everyone rejoicing. The only one who remained displeased was Meili, still shouting loudly outside. The more she thought about it, the angrier she grew—wasn't my tofu simply delicious? These two pieces had been carefully preserved by me for a long time. It was understandable that my beloved husband might have enjoyed them. But what right do you have, young man?