Xiao Feng bringing back a pretty young girl quickly became the talk of the police station.

While everyone eagerly discussed the matter, it became clear that ever since Xiao Feng arrived, daily life was never short of conversation topics.

Most importantly, Xiao Feng himself seemed unconcerned about the chatter. At least so far, no one had heard of anyone getting in trouble for gossiping about him.

At this moment, Xiao Feng led Mu Shihan into Song Keren's office and was immediately greeted by the sight of a group gathered in a circle, some holding flashlights and others magnifying glasses, as if studying something.

"What are you guys doing here?" Xiao Feng asked curiously.

Everyone turned towards the voice and, seeing Xiao Feng with a ridiculously attractive young girl, couldn't help but be taken aback.

Xiao Feng smiled and introduced the girl to everyone, while Mu Shihan politely greeted them one by one.

Song Keren put down the magnifying glass, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Where did you go this afternoon? You left without saying a word."

"You're not my boss, why do I have to report where I go to you?" Xiao Feng replied bluntly, then changed the topic: "What's everyone doing with these magnifying glasses, conducting research?"

Song Keren, initially annoyed by his words, held back her temper upon mentioning the main issue, pointed to the trash bin in the middle of the group, and replied, "This was found in Miao Youmin's office, a half-burned slip of paper that might contain important information."

Xiao Feng became interested, "Discovered anything yet?"

"No, as you might know, paper becomes very fragile after being burned. Just a small touch is enough to make it completely unrecognizable, making it impossible to examine closely," Song Keren said, a bit deflated.

Xiao Feng chuckled lightly, "It's simple. Actually, it's not impossible to handle a burned slip; it's just a matter of steady hands."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, all with expressions of disbelief as if they'd seen a ghost.

Retrieving a burned slip from a trash bin by hand while keeping it intact? Surely, this isn't a joke, right?

Actually, not everyone was skeptical. At the very least, Wang Qiang wasn't overly surprised or thought Xiao Feng was exaggerating.

In fact, after witnessing Xiao Feng punch through a door of astonishing thickness, Wang Qiang wouldn't be surprised by anything Xiao Feng could do.

In comparison, Mu Shihan was evidently more confident, unhappy with the skeptical expressions around her, "Don't doubt it, brother Xiao Feng is amazing!"

Xiao Feng walked to the trash bin, rolled up his sleeves, and appeared ready to retrieve the slip that was over ninety percent burned by hand.

However, just as everyone was somewhat anticipating his move, Xiao Feng suddenly said, "Bring Shi Jiaxin over."

"Jiaxin is still training as you instructed," Song Keren frowned and asked, "Why do you want her here?"

Xiao Feng smiled slightly, "I want her to see what real technique looks like!"

Everyone was simultaneously speechless, so you're calling her over just to show off?

"Then you'd better perform well, just don't screw it up," Song Keren replied irritably, feeling a peculiar annoyance building up.

Not long after, Wang Qiang brought Shi Jiaxin in and closed the door behind her.

"Why did you want me here?" Shi Jiaxin asked.

Xiao Feng replied calmly, "You've always wanted to know the entry-level standards I mentioned, right? Today, I can answer that for you. Watch closely."

As he spoke, Xiao Feng carefully extended his hands into the trash bin, pinched a corner of the slip delicately, and slowly retrieved it. The burnt, charred part in the middle seemed ready to disintegrate into ashes at any moment.

At that instant, everyone's heart was in their throat, holding their breath lest even the slightest exhale or inhale would turn the fragile slip into ashes.

Shi Jiaxin was completely stunned, the steadiness of Xiao Feng's hands far exceeded her prior imagination!

Everyone was overwhelmed with excitement, amazed by Xiao Feng's astonishing actions as they watched the slip being retrieved with those extraordinarily steady hands!

After examining for a while, Xiao Feng laid the slip steadily on a prepared sheet of white paper for the others to study closely. He then smiled with a peculiar expression, "Didn't expect that old guy, who looks so off, to have admirers."

Song Keren snapped back to reality and asked urgently, "What's written on the slip?"

Xiao Feng looked into Song Keren's eyes, "Do you really want to know?"

"You tell me!" Song Keren exclaimed angrily.

"Five hundred bucks, and I'll tell you what's written on it," Xiao Feng said, straightforwardly naming his price.

Song Keren was seriously fed up, since Xiao Feng joined the station, it seemed like every day she's been spending money for something. At this rate, at month's end, besides her salary, her savings might also end up in his pocket.

Of course, Song Keren wasn't bothered by the money; what really got to her was the frustration!

After a moment, Song Keren took a deep breath, pulled out five hundred yuan from her wallet, and grudgingly said, "Here you go!"

Xiao Feng cheerfully accepted it, cleared his throat, and recited with feeling, "Love is separated by mountains and seas, but mountains and seas can be leveled. The sea has boats for crossing, and mountains roads for walking; Love is separated by hearts, but hearts cannot be moved, although mountains and seas can be leveled, winning the heart is toughest."

Everyone in the room was stunned. How did this suddenly turn into a poetry reading?

After a moment's daze, Song Keren realized, "Is that what the slip says?"

Xiao Feng nodded, "Indeed, besides the content, it's worth mentioning the handwriting is rather graceful, unlikely written by Miao Youmin himself, potentially by one of his admirers."

Song Keren was skeptical of this explanation, having been tricked by Xiao Feng many times. It was hard for her to guarantee he wasn't deliberately fooling her again.

Wang Qiang and the others were even more crushed. Despite spending two hours with magnifying glasses trying to discern it, they nearly strained their eyes without seeing anything.

But you just looked at it for two minutes without even using a magnifying glass and deciphered the content. Is there no justice left?

Do we not count?

Shi Jiaxin, who hadn't spoken much, suddenly let out a long breath, looked at Xiao Feng, and sincerely said, "Thank you, now I know what to do!"

With that, she walked out of the office.

In fact, Shi Jiaxin had been striving hard recently but saw little results, even began doubting the training.

This caused her mindset to become more restless, uncertainty about her goals eroded her motivation.

But now, having watched Xiao Feng retrieve the burned slip intact from the trash bin, it was like she saw a torch in the darkness, showing her the path forward.

Xiao Feng looked at Song Keren and said, "Actually, close-quarter combat is similar; the degree of body control often determines the outcome of a fight. This advantage might not be showcased in one-on-one combat, but in outnumbered situations, how rationally you distribute your energy and avoid unnecessary expenditure is crucial to standing last."

Song Keren was struck by his words, completely overturning her previous understanding of combat, how controlling her own body sounded absurd.

Because even simple actions like using chopsticks to pick up food, walking, things quintessentially ordinary, all fall under body control, still, control requires varying degrees.

Like how some can lift weight far exceeding their own, while others struggle with their own weight-level items, the gap is plain to see.

Dazedly, Song Keren felt the path ahead wide open, with a long journey ahead.

Xiao Feng mentioned rational energy distribution, but to achieve this, a vital prerequisite is a clear understanding of oneself, without which, reasonable distribution is futile.

Just then, Xiao Feng spoke again, "Also, I need to tell you something..."

"What?" Song Keren humbly asked.

"Previously, we agreed that I'd teach you combat, and we'd charge monthly," Xiao Feng stated seriously. "That means, whether you learn or not, there's a charge, and even if you don't learn, I won't refund."

"..." Song Keren widened her eyes, speechless.

So you solemnly talked all this time just to tell me that?

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