The nearby police officer sighed with relief; everyone knew that the newly assigned Deputy Superintendent Shu Yajing was a person of exceptional sense of justice. She had only been at the bureau for a few days and had already made accustomed, complacent staff members feel frustrated—without her superior’s support, they would have surely revolted long ago. Among new hires, either those were absorbed or pushed aside; Shu Yajing was one of the rare exceptions. The door to the interrogation room remained closed, and Shu Yajing grew increasingly exasperated, stomping toward it: “Who has the keys…?” “Could you please tell us who is in charge here?” a soft female voice asked. Two figures approached—both distinguished by their refined presence. Shu Yajing furrowed her brows: “What is it that brings you here?” The elder began: “Have you taken a young man from the old third street? We’re looking for him. Officer, don’t bother with formalities—we are both legally trained, and this young man is merely a suspect under our legal rights to see him.” With these words, Shu Yajing’s potential attempts at diplomatic handling were completely neutralized. Fang Fang trailed behind them—only recently graduated from university, she lacked extensive professional experience and thus stood almost invisible beside the two commanding figures. Shu Yajing smiled sadly inwardly: She too wanted to see him—but the door had been locked from inside, preventing her access. “Who has the keys?” she asked her subordinates. No one responded—so she simply stated: “Activate the door impact device.” The young professional was named Mei Hui, the acting CEO of Qin Group. The elder was Hou Bao, who served as both Qin Wei’s personal steward and chief advisor—a key figure in the company. Together, these two were instrumental in maintaining the stability of the organization after Qin Wei's passing; otherwise, the business would have dissolved long ago. Both were close to Qin Wei—Mei Hui was even Hou Bao’s adopted daughter. Few outside knew that Qin Wei had a son lost years earlier, but they were well aware of this fact. Hence, upon hearing someone refer to themselves as Qin Feng and mention Qin Wei's original wife, Wu Shan, both rushed immediately. They exchanged glances—simultaneously sensing the likely situation inside—and Mei Hui then gave Fang Fang a subtle signal. Fang Fang understood at once and quietly activated her phone’s video recording function. With the leaders’ instructions, subordinates could not object—even if reluctant. Two officers worked together to lift the door impact device, and in just a few moments, they managed to force open the door. Inside, the scene was chaotic—Sun family officers and two colleagues lay motionless on the floor, blood streaking across their heads and faces. As for Qin Feng, he sat calmly at his chair, playing with handcuffs. Shu Yajing stood frozen by the entrance, while Fang Fang—long ignored—was the first to rush in, quickly pressing her phone against the walls. Only then did Shu Yajing regain composure: “What are you doing? Stop! Give me your phone!” Mei Hui swiftly seized Fang Fang’s phone and slipped it into her handbag, turning with a sharp expression toward the officer: “We require an explanation—otherwise I will upload that video to our online platforms. Don’t try to threaten me—I have networks and connections far stronger than you might imagine.” A junior officer quietly explained to Shu Yajing: “She is Mei Hui, the CEO of Qin Group—she knows both our bureau’s director and the city mayor.” When a violent incident occurs within an agency’s interrogation room, regardless of who was injured, public perception inevitably turns against the police. Shu Yajing’s integrity was unquestionable—but as someone she personally led to the scene, should this matter escalate, many would believe that she had ordered physical force against the suspect. These thoughts caused her brow to glisten with cold sweat. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Shu Yajing said, striving to establish a sense of control—because otherwise the situation could become complicated—“I believe this is simply a misunderstanding. I will ensure that every detail of what happened is thoroughly investigated.” “But there’s no denying the fact that the suspect injured over forty people—these individuals are now all hospitalized.” Hou Bao waved his hand: “Investigating the truth is your responsibility—we only need to ask him a few questions.” Without waiting for Shu Yajing’s approval, Hou Bao began asking: “Young man, what are your parents’ names?” “My father is Qin Wei and my mother’s name is Wu Shan,” Qin Feng answered directly, meeting Hou Bao’s eyes. “I was adopted when I was five years old—now, I am returning.” Hou Bao, upon seeing Qin Feng, believed with at least sixty percent confidence that he was indeed the son of Qin Feng—given the striking resemblance in appearance and demeanor, which are difficult to replicate. “Is that so?” Hou Bao smiled. “Do you have any evidence?” Qin Feng removed a strand of hair from his own head: “With today’s advanced technology, shouldn’t it be straightforward to prove one’s identity?” Hou Bao accepted the hair: “Indeed—it will not take long for us to complete the DNA analysis. I’ll need you to stay here just a little longer.” “Ah, no need at all,” Qin Feng said, pointing to the Sun-family officer being helped out by colleagues, smiling: “I believe they’ve learned their lesson—will they not make similar mistakes again, Officer?” Shu Yajing blushed slightly and replied: “Rest assured—I have always upheld our principle of neither wrongfully convicting a good person nor unjustly letting a bad one go.” This remark clearly reflected her attempt to position herself as a fair steward. Qin Feng, however, chose not to press further—after all, this was their domain; being overly demanding might only serve to complicate matters for himself. “Officer Shu,” Mei Hui said, deliberately glancing toward the handbag where she had placed her phone—a clear indication of authority and implication. Fang Fang stepped forward with a slightly hesitant expression, softly saying: “Qin Feng, please be careful—take care of yourself—I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning.” Before the two executives, she felt somewhat constrained. “Thank you, Fang Fang—you have always been so kind,” Qin Feng replied—an individual who consistently showed strength when meeting gentle women, regardless of whether others were present around him. Fang Fang’s face grew even redder—her hands now unconsciously playing with her sleeves. The three soon departed. Shu Yajing arranged for Qin Feng to be moved into another interview room and issued an instruction that no one should disturb him until the truth was fully verified. Although the room was simple—only featuring a table and a chair—it provided just the kind of quiet space Qin Feng needed at this moment. During his struggle with three officers, a laceration had formed on the side of his right arm. His shark-tooth pendant that had been tucked into his pocket fell out. As he picked it up, blood from his wound dripped onto the pendant—just then, it emitted an extraordinary glow. Initially intending to investigate this phenomenon further, Shu Yajing and Hou Bao arrived—forcing him to pause temporarily. Now, the shark tooth had transformed—not just in color, but now golden-yellow—and not only did it emit light, but also radiated warmth.