After Xiao Feng left, the two people in front of the monitor rubbed their necks while looking at Li Ying and asked, "Can he really do it? Even Old Gao went in before, but they stubbornly refused to talk."

"He can do it!" Li Ying seemed very confident in Xiao Feng and laughed, "Just wait and see. He's someone who can't be judged by common sense. Just because others can't do it doesn't mean he can't."

"Wow, you're hyping him up…" Among the two staff members, one raised an eyebrow and nudged the other, saying, "Anyone who doesn't know might think Sister Ying has a crush on him."

The other instinctively replied, "If that were true, it would truly be for the people…"

Li Ying furrowed her brow, ignoring the earlier teasing, and asked, "For the people in what way?"

"..." The two staff members exchanged glances, a sense of foreboding arose, while Li Ying, waiting for their answer, looked increasingly dangerous.

In fact, Xiao Feng understood the purpose behind Li Ying's words; it was meant to provoke him.

Even though he realized it was provocation, Xiao Feng thought he might have more cooperation with the Demon Suppression Action Team in the future. To secure a certain level of authority, he had to show matching skills.

Respect and awe have always been earned by oneself, not granted by others!

"Open the door," Xiao Feng said calmly.

The two guards stationed outside Sweet's door exchanged glances. One verified his fingerprint while the other took out a card. With a "click," the lock on the door was released.

From this cooperative, indispensable unlocking method, it was clear how important Sweet and his people were.

Xiao Feng pushed the door open and entered, immediately spotting Sweet lying on the bed watching TV. He cheerfully asked, "Still alive, huh? Not bad, seems like you're living quite comfortably."

Seeing Xiao Feng enter, Sweet jumped up like a startled rabbit and shouted, "Someone help! Someone wants to kill me!"

The two guards at the door immediately drew their guns, but before they rushed in, Li Ying's voice sounded through their earpieces, "Don't go in. It's just a method of inquiry, no need to overreact."

"But what if something happens? Who will take responsibility?" one of the guards asked in a low voice.

"I'll be responsible!" Li Ying replied resolutely, without any hesitation.

By the monitor, the two panda-eyed staff members couldn't help but wonder: has this lion really been tamed?

The two guards outside Sweet's door put away their guns. Although Li Ying clearly stated that she'd take full responsibility for any accident, they understood that if something indeed happened, they'd still be held accountable.

After all, such verbal promises don't meet regulations, and Li Ying's words don't have command authority over them. The reason they chose to trust boiled down to that one word: trust.

Trust is a magical emotion. It may not be celebrated like love, but it can still drive people to risk everything, even pay with their lives, to uphold the essence of those two words.

In a team, this is especially true. A team where members trust each other is completely different from one where they're suspicious of each other!

Inside the room, Xiao Feng sat on the sofa and poured himself a cup of tea, "Tired of yelling? Let's talk business then. What's your relationship with Mu Yongde?"

"Mu Yongde? Sweet looked confused, "I don't know him."

Mu Yongde was the famous grandfather of Mu Shihan.

Xiao Feng thought for a bit, then asked with a different title, "Do you know Old Mu?"

Sweet shook his head, looking like he had no idea what Xiao Feng was talking about.

Xiao Feng tried several nicknames in succession, but Sweet still shook his head, expressing his ignorance. Moreover, it seemed he genuinely didn't know rather than deliberately concealing something.

This made Xiao Feng breathe a little easier. Deep down, he hoped the old man wasn't involved in this issue.

Whether it was for the young girl or for the personal friendship between the two, at the very least, until new clues emerged, the old man's suspicion could be ruled out.

Xiao Feng set down his teacup and casually said, "Hand over the research report about Lin Jiaxuan's blood."

"Ha…" Sweet looked incredulous, "Did I hear wrong? You want me to hand over the research report? You must not be awake yet, buddy."

After saying this, Sweet sneered, "I know you'd threaten my life, but some things are more valuable than life itself. If you want me to hand over the report, I have two words for you: dream on!"

"Alright, I didn't expect you to be quite gutsy," Xiao Feng smirked and then directly stood up, turning to head out the door, "Goodbye."

Sweet was left utterly confused by this move.

Not to mention whether he truly held life and death at arm's length, the key was that after coming in, Xiao Feng only asked a series of weird names then requested the research report before leaving. No matter how you looked at it, it felt unusual.

"Wait!"

The more Sweet thought, the more he felt something was off, so he hurriedly called out to Xiao Feng, "Did you come here just to say a few strange things I don't understand?"

Xiao Feng paused his steps, turned back with an odd smile, and then continued his walk out.

Before this, there surely were attempts to extract Sweet's research report in various ways, either by threats or by using a more conversational, slow-burning approach like Officer Wang from Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.

In this situation, nothing Xiao Feng did would stand out, so he opted to act contrarily and let Sweet become unsettled first.

Finally, as Xiao Feng's hand touched the doorknob, Sweet's voice came from behind, "I think we can sit down and have a serious discussion."

Xiao Feng chuckled softly without turning around, "There's nothing to talk about. If you don't plan to hand it over, then it doesn't matter."

Sweet was a bit anxious, "Did others already hand over their reports?"

"That's not your concern," Xiao Feng turned back, "Giving you one last chance; research report, hand it over or not?"

Sweet's eyes darted around, seemingly undergoing intense internal conflict, and moments later he said through clenched teeth, "I can hand over my part of the report, but I have one condition."

"You're setting conditions?" Xiao Feng laughed and then casually turned away, "Goodbye!"

In fact, the research on Lin Jiaxuan's blood composition was naturally completed collaboratively by the whole team, with each person holding a part. Only by piecing together all parts could one get a complete report.

Sweet was now deeply suspicious that his team members couldn't withstand the pressure and handed over their respective reports, otherwise Xiao Feng wouldn't act so confidently as if it didn't matter whether he handed his part over or not.

Xiao Feng quietly observed Sweet's reaction. He could roughly guess what Sweet feared, but he couldn't be rash because the more he said, the more likely he was to give himself away.

Who could guarantee Sweet wasn't deliberately probing for weaknesses?

After a lengthy standoff, Sweet gritted his teeth and said, "I can hand over my part of the research report, but I'd like to continue participating in the follow-up research."

"I'll relay your condition," Xiao Feng thought for a moment before responding, not agreeing outright.

Unbeknownst to him, this fell right into Sweet's trap. If Xiao Feng had agreed immediately, Sweet's psychological defenses might have been rebuilt, making future breakthroughs difficult.

"Under Jiangxin Bridge, second pillar from the south, all the data's on a USB drive," Sweet said gloomily.

Meanwhile, the two people in front of the monitor were so shocked their mouths couldn't close, "This actually worked?!"

"What's going on?" Li Ying, who didn't understand English, asked, intuitively sensing a major breakthrough had occurred.

Indeed, one of the staff replied, "Sweet's data is hidden under Jiangxin Bridge, so we need to immediately dispatch someone to verify."

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