The Qin young lord, now advancing, felt an endless surge of energy within him. Yet, when he looked down at the girls who had already been utterly exhausted, he knew—no matter how hard he pressed, how many of them he went through—she wouldn’t mind. But if he truly did that, wouldn’t he just be no better than a beast? So, he decided to hold off, waiting until the evening when everyone had woken up and rested well, then he’d act. Still, his mind would surely be restless, unable to sleep. Rather than endure here, he’d prefer to step outside and breathe some fresh air. He dressed and went downstairs, where he immediately spotted the beautiful Lady Inspector Qingya seated on the sofa. Without hesitation, he called out, “Wow! When did you arrive? Didn’t you sneak in to listen to me battle it out with my wives?” “Who’s sneaking? I just got here, okay?” Qingya’s slightly flushed cheeks spoke for themselves. If she’d truly heard nothing, why would she be blushing? Qin didn't want to break the silence—this girl was extremely proud, and to this day still held a deep grudge against her friends. There was no point in stirring things up. He smiled and said, "Then, esteemed Inspector, what guidance do you have for us on this visit?" The woman's expression darkened. "We've located Mili's hideout, deep in the jungle some 300 kilometers to the southwest. She has her subordinates arranged in a tightly fortified defensive formation, while she herself remains at the central command post." He raised an eyebrow. "So your implication is that if we charge in suddenly, we'll surely be killed?" "Exactly," she nodded. "It's clear she's been waiting for us to come—she's setting a trap, inviting us to walk into it. I do have a plan, though—only..." Qin looked at her with a thoughtful gaze. You have a good idea. Qin first lowered his head and glanced at his prominent chest, then gritted his teeth and said, "If you, Qin, dare to ask me how I managed to boost my intelligence, I'll fight you to the death. Why should I be any worse than you think? Isn't my idea of a good one rather lacking?" He thought to himself: you're not just ordinary—your pride is excessive, and you're always convinced of your own superiority. To ease the tension, he couldn't say that outright, so instead he adopted an air of genuine interest: "Go on, tell me." Qingya regained his previous pride and said, "Back in Europe, didn't they once use a strategy where both sides suffered a decisive defeat? Why not try that here? What's the matter with you—staring at me like that? The land of the magi isn't your Chinese territory. You can't possibly kill off all the Chinese people by bombing them." Indeed, this was a rather poor idea. It's not that they can't reach the Chinese people—they can certainly reach others. Once they deploy, it's China itself launching nuclear weapons against other nations, and the recipients won't care whether it's out of disdain for the magical race or for any other reason. Why are Europeans so confident in using nuclear weapons? Because on their own territory, it's a bold move—like cutting their own wrists—and their own people will understand. But when it's used against others, is the nature of the action really the same? Qingya clearly misunderstood. She continued, "So you're afraid that during the drop, the planes will be shot down or the strategic nuclear missiles intercepted. To solve that, it's simple—you just need to launch the nuclear bombs yourself." "Oh, really?" He stared at her with wide eyes. The beautiful Inspector burst out laughing: "I knew you'd agree! Isn't my idea quite good? From now on, don't you dare doubt my intelligence anymore..." "But right now, I'm doubting it!" Qin said with no respect: "Sorry, I just left out a few words earlier. It wasn't that I went—I mean, I literally went, 'Oh my!'” "Then, isn't the idea bad?" she asked, her voice rising. "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, we're not finishing this conversation today." Qin took a deep breath and said: "Actually, the idea is quite underwhelming. First of all, using nuclear weapons in foreign countries is considered unethical... Ah, I know what you're going to say—I just have one more point: small nuclear bombs are an exception. In fact, American forces have already used small nuclear weapons in foreign battlefields decades ago, and no one ever criticizes them. But when it comes to large-scale nuclear weapons, the consequences for personnel and ecosystems are truly incalculable. That's just the first point." With calm composure, he extended his second finger and said, "Second, and perhaps most importantly, how can you be certain that the nuclear missile will kill the magical beings? Last time, it wiped out several large cockroaches—yet don't forget, those flying cockroaches were notably smaller than today's specimens. Moreover, consider the new tier of dragon sharks. Koshti's successful escape from the blast isn't particularly difficult for a mid-level officer like Meili." He concluded, "Therefore, using nuclear weapons—especially large-scale ones—fails to achieve your intended outcomes and instead generates countless complications. At that point, people will protest, since the magical beings haven't harmed them at all; rather, it's the Chinese who have devastated their populations." Upon finishing this statement, he gave Qingya a withering look. The beautiful monitor tapped her head thoughtfully and said, "I think the questions are simpler now. As you said, it's already questionable whether flying cockroaches and dragon sharks can be blown to pieces—let alone Meili, who will definitely survive." Qin Shao spread his hands out. "So your plan simply doesn't work. Just stick to monitoring them diligently. Maybe you'll discover a better approach, heh." "Alright," she stood up to leave, only for her expression to suddenly change. "Well, Qin, you're going to rebel again, aren't you? I'm the one in charge—why should you be giving orders?" He frowned slightly, smiled awkwardly. "We've known each other so well—why should we be so rigid about who's right and who's in charge? That's what democracy is all about. I've just corrected your rather clumsy idea. You don't need to thank me for that, but why are you treating me so harshly?" "The beautiful Inspector arched an eyebrow, huffed, 'We're that close, are we? Stop trying to flatter yourself—leadership is leadership, and its authority is never to be trifled with. I'll have to penalize you. What shall I penalize you with? You'll go on duty as an investigator, don't dawdle! I've been monitoring them for so long, it's time you returned to rest.' Fine. It's no surprise—just hours ago, you still managed to convince Grandfather you were going to join the reconnaissance unit. Now you're actually doing it. Go then—what's so difficult about it? After all, my brother's strength has nowhere to go but here. Maybe he can even fight off some of the demonic forces and make a name for himself. You'll just have to watch and envy him. Watching Qin Shao's eager departure, she found herself puzzled—this young man should have been angry. What's with all this enthusiasm? Something must be going on. There must be a secret. I'm going to follow and find out. Of course, I'm not going to let this rest. I'm coming along. After all, it's curiosity that killed the cat—she's