Check, check what? The officer followed Qin Feng’s gaze and instantly grew furious. That guy had been staring at her crotch with a smug smile—clearly implying that she doubted his gender. So here goes: if that's the case, then let’s see how deeply he’ll impress her about what it means to be a man of true stature. “Give me a serious attitude or I won’t hold back!” The officer slammed her file folder onto the table, causing her chest to sway with each movement. Wow, so much going on under there! Only now did Qin Feng notice the size of the officer’s bust. Previously, he had overlooked it entirely—thanks to how ordinary her uniform was. It turned out that police-issue underwear uses a softer sponge padding compared to standard styles, and based on this observation, the officer must be at least a 34C. As a morally upright and professionally successful assassin, Qin Feng has always excelled in keen observation skills. “Haha, Officer, please don’t get so worked up. All I’m trying to do is prove that I am indeed a man,” Qin Feng said with a cheerful smile. The officer huffed lightly, then reverted back to her mechanical questioning style: “Place of origin?” “My ancestral roots are in Plains City; currently, I hold citizenship of the Republic of Latvia.” This time, Qin Feng answered honestly. The officer raised an eyebrow. “Are you foreign-born?” “Exactly—Officer, I’m a foreign-born Chinese!” The honesty in his answer stemmed from his dual nationality status. The officer frowned. If he were truly foreign, there would be numerous procedural complications. Taking a deep breath, she asked: “Why did you hit people?” Qin Feng shrugged. “Officer, that’s not quite right—how can it be called ‘hitting’ someone when it's clearly self-defense?” “But half a dozen people ended up hospitalized from your actions—that counts as self-defense?” “Officer…” “You’re quiet now? Who’s your sister?” “All right, Officer. Though I find the term ‘sister’ sounds a bit too old-fashioned, you’ve made it clear that you’d like to stick with it—so I’ll go along.” “Well…” After three years in law enforcement, Shu Yajing had risen from regular officer to section leader and then to deputy captain. She had never seen such an obstinate suspect. After a long session of questioning, she hadn’t been able to extract much beyond name and age. “Honestly, I’m furious!” Especially recalling that man’s persistent glances toward her chest—constantly shifting his gaze—it made her even more incensed. Yet strangely enough, the man himself was an alleged traitor with official documentation from another country. It felt like a lion facing a hedgehog—helpless in trying to find a way through. When Deputy Captain Shu Yajing emerged from the interrogation room looking annoyed, Officer Sun quickly approached: “Head, isn’t that guy just unyielding? I’ll handle him—I promise he’ll open up.” Shu Yajing nodded without hesitation. “Let it be with you—go ahead and conduct the interview promptly. The longer we delay, the more there will be individuals claiming to be embassy staff who are trying to protect their own nationals.” “Head, I’ll take care of everything!” Officer Sun watched as Shu Yajing left, his polite smile turning into a firm scowl. A few minutes later, he and two colleagues entered the interrogation room with a telephone directory, a sledgehammer, and handcuffs. They weren’t going to waste time on pleasantries—they had just received a directive from the director over the phone: make sure the man who’s been disrupting the peace in Old Third Street is thoroughly disciplined, and restore harmony among the local residents. “Kid, now it’s our turn to take care of you!” Officer Sun gave one look—his colleagues instantly understood—and immediately fastened Qin Feng’s hands with handcuffs. Qin Feng acted flustered: “What are you doing? I’m warning you—I’m a foreign national. Don’t go too far!” “Foreigner? Even if you stepped down from heaven, you’ll still have to endure!” Officer Sun lifted the sledgehammer and declared, “Let’s begin!” One person secured his neck from behind while another placed the thick telephone directory firmly against his chest. Officer Sun raised the hammer high. Pfft… Puff… The sound of these blows was not new—it had become familiar to everyone outside the room. On the highest floor of the office building, located ten kilometers away, an elderly man stepped out of the elevator and hurried into the executive office, asking as soon as he entered: “Xiao Hui, I’ve been called so urgently—does it have something to do with Ms. Cheng Mei again?” The sophisticated woman sitting behind the elegant desk stood up immediately. “No—it’s about one of our company’s clerks who phoned my secretary and said that Mr. Qin’s son had been arrested by police. We’re being asked to assist.” “Ah, that poor kid—always creating chaos. The empire Mr. Qin has built over the years will eventually be ruined by him!” The man sighed with growing frustration. “I’d hardly bother if he weren’t Mr. Qin's own bloodline. Wait—that’s odd. I just spoke with Ms. Cheng Mei earlier. She said she had arranged for Mr. Qin Yu to attend a dinner event—how could he have been arrested?” The woman shook her head. “It wasn’t Mr. Qin Yu—it was a young man named Qin Feng. According to the caller, this Qin Feng claims to be the long-lost son of Mr. Qin and also mentions the name Wu Shan.” “Doesn’t sound credible—there have been several people over the years claiming to be Qin Feng.” The man pondered thoughtfully before adding: “To be safe, let’s go check it out personally. Before he passed away, Awai used to often speak fondly of young Qin Feng. Whether true or not, we owe it to ourselves to find out.” The woman nodded and said: “I’ve already arranged for the driver to pick up the caller and take her directly to Old Third Street Police Bureau. We should head over as well—according to the caller, those arrested at the Old Third Street Bureau will be beaten severely.” As they walked toward the exit together, the man asked: “How exactly was he taken into custody?” The woman responded with some hesitation: “It’s a heroic rescue story—one individual who knocked down dozens of thugs. But I’m not convinced—how believable is that? Old Third Street has long been plagued by collusion between police and criminal elements. I’m afraid if we arrive too late, the young man might have already sustained serious injuries.” The elder held a different view: “Awai used to be a boxing champion in his youth—he always stood up for justice. That makes me more inclined to believe this story.” Two black executive cars set off from separate locations and headed toward Old Third Street Police Bureau together. Outside the interrogation room, one officer pulled at her colleague’s sleeve and asked: “Why is it so quick today? It only took two minutes—now all activity has stopped.” The colleague speculated: “Officer Sun isn’t someone who tends to be gentle—she’ll surely have no patience with anyone who doesn’t meet her standards. I suspect the young man simply can't take much more.” “That’s possible.” Now dressed in civilian attire, the officer had just stepped out of the building when she turned around and returned to the room. As she thought deeper about this incident, something felt amiss—she sensed that her subordinates were likely withholding information from her. She knocked on the interrogation room door several times—in a steady rhythm—but no one answered. “Officer Sun, open the door!” The officer kept knocking while scanning around. Everyone’s expressions made it clear that something significant was happening inside—and her voice rose: “Open the door now—this is an order.” Share This book comes from