"Master Qin, we're here."

A man in a black suit respectfully opened the car door for Qin Cheng, bowing deeply as he waited.

"Handle the procedures. I want to see that Yu guy."

"Understood."

Clutching his abdomen, Qin Cheng stepped out. After a quick instruction, he followed the suited man. He glanced around at the modest Pinghai City Police Station. A faint, odd sense of familiarity stirred in his chest—strangely comforting.

*Police… a law enforcement institution…*

*In my past life, this would’ve been like the judicial prisons of an imperial court.*

Back then, he’d been dragged into places like this countless times—early days: carelessness, weak skills, clumsy footwork, low escape proficiency… messy reasons. He always slipped away somehow, yet this place felt weirdly familiar.

*Coming back to the station feels like home. So fun here—everyone’s talented, talks nicely… I genuinely love it!*

Watching the subordinate handle protocols with practiced ease, Qin Cheng knew this wasn't his first rodeo. Qin Cheng strolled casually, instinctively scanning for escape routes (habit). Around him, people shot him looks of disdain and contempt.

[*Useless trash—dragged in here over such petty nonsense!*]

Qin Cheng mentally cursed the original owner again.

The original owner had visited this Pinghai City Police Station plenty—brawls, harassing girls, running red lights… trivial messes. No wonder the officers despised him.

But Qin Cheng didn’t care. He found it amusing.

*Hate me? Want to hit me?*

*Frustrated you can’t?*

*If you do—I’ll use my resources to get you fired. Feels infuriating, right?*

"Tch… Him again…"

A low, gritted-teeth female voice cut through his thoughts. He turned.

Exquisite features. Long black hair tied into a sharp, sleek ponytail flowing down her back. Phone still pressed to her ear—but she glared at Qin Cheng, teeth clenched, call forgotten.

Clearly, she loathed the Demon Sovereign. Wished this pest would vanish from the world forever.

"You staring at me?" Qin Cheng smiled, leaning closer to the woman with such… *special* feelings.

"Stay back. Or I’ll defend myself." Her disgust deepened. She shot him a cold glance, voice flat with forced calm.

A faint smirk curled Qin Cheng’s lips. He dipped slightly, murmuring, "I asked—*are* you staring at me?" He edged closer.

"Yes! I *am* staring at you! You social scum!!!"

Provoked beyond restraint, her lovely face flushed with rage. She stood up, shouting.

*Screw it—I’m cursing you out!*

Her shout made everyone in the station rise. All eyes locked on Qin Cheng. Ready to pounce if he moved.

But unexpectedly…

This cowardly, bullying young master didn’t flinch or rage.

Under every gaze, Qin Cheng leaned slowly against the table, one hand still pressed to his abdomen. He looked down at her. Thin lips parted.

"Who the hell do you think you’re staring at?"