Qin Feng, beautiful lady, large eyes, nose bridge, cherry-like lips, Plains City, police force, person, organization, title, item, Old Third Street District Branch, location, title The three members of the Fang family were also puzzled—whom had they called to report the incident? So many toughs appearing in Old Third Street had become a familiar sight by now; merchants knew that calling the police usually did little good. Yet it was customers with strong sense of justice who kept pushing for action. Normally, upon hearing that some toughs were causing trouble, the Old Third Street District Branch would adopt a passive stance—letting matters unfold naturally until the toughs had basically resolved their disputes before even symbolically dispatching officers. Even when occasionally arriving on time, officers would often stand at a distance, as though nothing had happened, only appearing in full force once the toughs had departed. This time, however, the police arrived remarkably quickly—something that the merchants could hardly believe. Could it be that this time the toughs were being physically assaulted? To claim that the officers lacked any ties to these groups or demanded no favors from them would simply not be believable. Yet after all, soldiers remain soldiers and bandits remain bandits. Even if personal relationships were strong, officers still had to uphold their professional duties and project an image of clear opposition—shouldn’t they have acted only when the toughs were being beaten? This seemed too obvious now. As soon as the police arrived on scene, everyone understood—the officer who had been leading the previous incident was no longer in charge; this time it was a newcomer. Clearly, unaware of the internal dynamics, upon receiving the alarm notification, she promptly led her team to the scene. Given that the distance between locations was less than three kilometers, how could they not arrive swiftly? The officer who issued orders was a dynamic female police officer wearing a perfectly smooth uniform with no wrinkles, equipped with a wool cap, a skirt reaching just below the knees, and black half-heel shoes—her presence commanding immediate attention. “You people,” she said, "gather these individuals immediately. Any one of you who dares to engage in public fighting within our jurisdiction will face serious consequences!" It was evident that the officers did not wish to intervene directly. Under the pressure of their supervisor’s instructions, they hesitated and glanced at each other before finally moving slowly toward the scene. After all, a mere street-level conflict between the toughs required little effort to resolve on their own—better to let them settle it themselves than to incur additional complications. The officer walking ahead immediately recognized the man lying on the ground as Chen Hu, and hurried over to him, bending down and speaking softly. “What’s happened? You’ve been beaten—what kind of justice is that?” Chen Hu was so touched he nearly cried out: "Brother Sun, this time I've truly suffered a lot. Please take good care of me—on behalf of my relationship with the bureau director." The officer named Sun patted his chest firmly and said: "Don’t worry—I’ll make sure to get justice for you. Who dared attack you? Did they flee?" He automatically ignored Qin Feng, standing nearby—who was simply hard to believe capable of defeating nearly thirty members of the Tiger Clan—otherwise how could the Tiger Clan have remained dominant in Old Third Street for so long? "Didn’t run—they’re all here!" Chen Hu felt embarrassed and wanted to disappear into a hole; determined to fight for justice, he pointed firmly toward Qin Feng’s direction. "That young man initiated the attack—Brother Sun, please take him right away." Sun was stunned—he asked, “Are you certain? You can’t be saying that your group of thirty members was all knocked down by one person?” Chen Hu wanted to dispute it but could only nod with a red face. “By heaven!” Sun exclaimed—how could they simply have been sitting around doing nothing? Without further hesitation, he ran over to the female officer in charge and elaborated on what had happened. The female officer raised an eyebrow: “That’s impossible—these victims don’t seem like ordinary people. Being beaten by just one person—can you be certain they aren’t acting in front of the camera?” Who would have ever sat idle, lying on the street pretending to be injured? Sun wiped his brow with a handkerchief and said: "They are real victims—Head, what should we do now?" The officer waved her hand gently: “Bring them all to the station for further questioning.” Sun gave Chen Hu a quiet gesture—meaning that once they arrived at the station, Qin Feng would definitely face serious consequences. The charge of intentional injury was certain to be upheld—and he would receive special treatment upon arrival. For such ordinary officers, Qin Feng didn’t care one bit. He simply went to the station—he could hardly imagine them turning justice upside down now. “A well-built young man—this will be a tough lesson for him,” Fang Yuan sighed. In Old Third Street, everyone knew that whenever someone clashed with the Tiger Clan and ended up in the station, they rarely came out unscathed—the police and the Tiger Clan were truly working as one. Fang Fang spoke up: “Father, can we really just let this go?” Li Ru firmly grasped her daughter’s hand and said: "Do you think the police will take our words seriously? It’s simply absurd—how young people nowadays are so impulsive, so willing to act without thinking about consequences." Fang Fang certainly understood all of that—but she could not possibly remain indifferent like her parents. As soon as she recalled Qin Feng's remarks, a plan formed in her mind. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number: “May I speak with Ms. Mei’s secretary? I have an important matter to report directly to Ms. Mei—something concerning Mr. Qin’s son. Ms. Mei is currently in a meeting—please ensure she receives this message immediately—it truly is of great importance.” Earlier, during the brief interval when officers were gathering people, Li Ru had shared with Qin Feng all her thoughts. Qin Feng revealed without hesitation that he was actually the long-lost son of Mr. Qin Wei. If members of the Qin family could intervene, perhaps Qin Feng could be rescued from being detained. After all, the Qin Group is a leading enterprise in Plains City—its connections with political and law enforcement circles are exceptionally strong—even after Mr. Qin Wei's passing, these relationships remained intact. Qin Feng was soon brought to the district branch, where the female officer personally oversaw his interrogation. Because she fundamentally doubted: how could one individual manage to defeat so many toughs while remaining unharmed? “Name?” “Qin Feng.” “Age?” “Twenty years old.” “Gender?” “Definitely not a woman!” “The man sitting here is clearly being dismissive,” the officer said, slamming her file folder firmly onto the desk to emphasize her point. Since the female officer took her seat across from Qin Feng, he had been constantly scanning her with an expression of admiration. Undoubtedly, she was exceptionally attractive—many young women, in fact, often feel intimidated when they pull back their hair to expose their foreheads, which can instantly undermine their confidence. Yet here, with all her hair tucked neatly under the cap, her flawless face remained fully exposed and unguarded. Her elegant arching eyebrows, large eyes, prominent nose bridge, a well-shaped mouth resembling cherries, and gradually defined jawline—though her skin wasn’t particularly fair, it was exceptionally smooth. The only flaw was that her once-stunning pair of eyes now burned with anger—a clear expression of dissatisfaction with Qin Feng’s earlier answers. When seeing the officer become visibly upset, Qin Feng quickly sat upright, his tone firm and earnest: “Officer, I am truly not a woman—please examine me if you like—I can provide proof that I haven’t been lying.”