30: Chapter 30: A perfect 95! The allure of the uniform is irresistible.

Early morning at Cloud Top Palace. The open-concept kitchen was filled with the savory aroma of sizzling bacon.

Lin Yue was wearing an apron printed with little bears, and her calves, visible beneath her loungewear, were dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

She was humming an unknown tune, focused on frying eggs.

Qin Feng clung to her from behind like a human koala, resting his chin on her shoulder. His hands wandered, wrapping around her slender waist and fiddling with the loose apron strings.

"Brother Feng, stop it, the oil is going to splatter on you." Lin Yue shrank her neck, her cheeks tickled, and she brandished the spatula in her hand.

"Oh right, I finished the schedule for the tutoring classes last night."

"I'm thinking we shouldn't start with large classes early on. We'll focus on 'one-on-one grade improvement,' specifically targeting students who struggle with certain subjects..."

Speaking about her old profession, Lin Yue's eyes lit up. She was no longer shy, talking endlessly about her grand blueprint.

From selecting textbooks to decorating the classroom, she had even thought about how many spider plants to place at the entrance to absorb formaldehyde.

Qin Feng didn't interrupt; he just listened quietly.

This was the life he wanted.

"Woo—woo—!!" A sharp, piercing siren sound grew closer.

The sound was deafening. Judging by the noise, it wasn't just one car. The piercing wail seemed to explode right downstairs, instantly surrounding the entire residential complex.

Lin Yue's hand holding the spatula shook, and the perfectly cooked sunny-side-up egg almost turned into scrambled eggs. She turned off the heat and ran flustered to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Oh my god! Downstairs is full of flashing red and blue lights. What happened? Are they catching terrorists?"

Qin Feng's expression remained normal; he even reached out to take a piece of freshly cooked bacon and popped it into his mouth.

What else could it be? Beat the small one, and the old one comes. The counterattack from the Zhao family was late, but it arrived.

Just then, the phone on the marble island began to vibrate. Caller ID: Su Qingyue.

As soon as Qin Feng pressed the answer button, Su Qingyue's anxious voice came through:

"Boss Qin! Something happened! Two groups of people just arrived, claiming to be from the Administration for Industry and Commerce and the Fire Department. They put a seal directly on the gym's main door!"

"The reason given was that the fire safety facilities were substandard and posed a major safety hazard, so they ordered an indefinite suspension for rectification!"

It was a bit noisy on the other end of the line, and it seemed like some employees were arguing.

"I know." Qin Feng swallowed the bacon and said calmly.

"You know?" Su Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then lowered her voice. "This must be the Zhao family's doing! The fire captain leading the team used to drink with Zhao Tai! Qin Feng, should we..."

"No need." Qin Feng interrupted her. "This is a good thing. Since it's sealed, let everyone take a break. Paid leave, wages as usual."

"You should go back and get some sleep for a few days, too. Get that waist of yours healed up properly."

"But..." "Be good. In a few days, they'll be taking that seal down the same way they put it up." After saying this, Qin Feng hung up the phone.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Almost the same second he hung up, the security door was pounded heavily.

Lin Yue turned pale with fright and instinctively grabbed the corner of Qin Feng's shirt: "Brother Feng..."

"It's fine. Don't let the eggs in the pan burn. I'll go check." Qin Feng patted the back of her hand, turned, walked to the entryway, and opened the door.

Four or five police officers were standing at the door. The leader was a woman.

Qin Feng had originally expected a burly, tough-looking old detective, but he didn't expect this scene, which caught his eye.

She wore a crisp, dark blue police uniform. Even with the most conservative buttons fastened to the very top, it couldn't hide her proud, bursting curves.

Her police trousers were slim-fitting, wrapping around those long legs, making them look straight and powerful. She stepped in standard leather boots, exuding an aura of two meters eight.

Her face was stunning. Her features were as delicate as a porcelain doll, but there was a cold, murderous aura between her brows. Her eyes, in particular, were terrifyingly bright, like knives scraping when she looked at someone.

This wasn't just beauty; it was a kind of oppressive power mixed with authority and the aesthetics of violence.

Qin Feng habitually threw an inspection at her. [Ding! High-score target found!] [Name: Ye Qingcheng] [Age: 24] [Identity: Captain of the Sea City Criminal Police Detachment] [System Rating: 95] [Height: 170cm] [Weight: 52kg] [Measurements: 90, 61, 92] [STD Test: Negative] [Sexual Experience: 0] [Affinity: -10 (Suspicious/Hostile)]

Ye Qingcheng was a top graduate from the police academy with the highest case-solving rate in the province, but because her personality was too straightforward and unyielding, and she lacked connections, she was repeatedly held back from promotion by her superiors. This time, she was personally named by the bureau chief to capture the "major criminal."

She was one point higher than Su Qingyue and two points higher than Lin Yue! And she was an extremely difficult criminal police captain to deal with.

Ye Qingcheng was also sizing up Qin Feng. Was this the legendary ruthless man who single-handedly put twenty armed thugs into the ICU? He didn't look like it at all.

A home T-shirt, oversized shorts, cotton slippers on his feet, messy hair, and even a bit of bacon oil on the corner of his mouth. He looked like a nerd college student who had just woken up; where did he look like a cold-blooded butcher?

But out of professional sensitivity, Ye Qingcheng still read a hint of danger in Qin Feng's overly calm eyes. When ordinary people see the police at their door, their first reaction is panic or confusion. But he was indifferent. This indifference meant either his background was extremely clean, or his psychological resilience was strong to a perverted degree.

"Qin Feng, right?" Ye Qingcheng didn't waste words, directly showing a summons warrant, her voice cold: "You are suspected of an intentional injury case that occurred last night, resulting in serious injuries to more than twenty people. Come with us."

Lin Yue ran over at this moment. Seeing the police, tears instantly welled up in her eyes: "Officer, is there a mistake? My boyfriend is a good person; he was with me all night last night..."

"Miss, please do not interfere with official duties." Ye Qingcheng's gaze swept over Lin Yue, her tone softening slightly. "Whether he is a good person or not will be clear once we investigate back at the bureau."

Qin Feng reached out to stop Lin Yue, who wanted to rush forward. "Don't worry." He turned around and, in front of the police officers, smoothed out Lin Yue's slightly messy bangs. "It's just to cooperate with the investigation; I didn't do anything wrong. I'll be back soon. Remember to eat breakfast; it's not good for your stomach if it gets cold."

After saying this, he turned to look at Ye Qingcheng and actively extended his hands: "Captain Ye, do you need to use handcuffs?"

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly. This man was too calm, so calm that it made her feel uncomfortable. "Take him away!" She didn't let anyone put handcuffs on him, simply waving her hand in instruction.

Qin Feng followed the police downstairs. There were already many early-rising elderly people in the residential complex watching. Seeing this scene, pointing and whispering rose one after another. "Oh my, what did this young man do?" "He looks gentle, I didn't expect him to be arrested by the criminal police." "You can know a person's face but not their heart..."

Qin Feng turned a deaf ear to these discussions. Passing the guard booth where he greeted the security guard every day, he even smiled and nodded at the security guard. The police car sped away.

... Municipal Bureau, Interrogation Room No. 1. This was a completely enclosed space, with the walls covered in soundproof padding. A high-powered searchlight shone directly onto Qin Feng's face.

This lighting design was very deliberate. The person being interrogated would feel dizzy and anxious, while the interrogator would be hidden behind the light and shadow, creating a psychological imbalance.

But Qin Feng adapted quickly. He leaned back in the iron interrogation chair, known as the "regret chair," his posture relaxed. His gaze pierced through the harsh light, unabashedly admiring Ye Qingcheng, who was sitting opposite him.

Having taken off her coat, she was wearing a light blue shirt inside. The buttons at that spot were indeed strained very tight, and every breath seemed to challenge the resilience of the fabric.

"Have you seen enough?"