Although Shi Jiaxin's profession is forensic science, she possesses the most basic of common sense—the key to the success of an operation lies in the prior arrangements and preparations made.

Yesterday, ten people were divided into two groups. If there was no prior meticulous planning, it would have been fine. But this time, the scale is obviously much larger than yesterday's operation. If there still isn't any advance preparation, isn't it clear that they're just waiting for failure?

However, unexpectedly, Xiao Feng nodded and smiled, "You're right."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Shi Jiaxin was a bit taken aback.

"It's not that I'm not actively preparing, but preparation alone won't lead to success. People like Zhao Chen are rare encounters. I can't guarantee that every team participating in the operation will catch a criminal of that caliber, can I?" Xiao Feng said nonchalantly.

"Furthermore, can you guarantee that among those fifty people we just saw, there aren't any of Miao Youmin's informants?" Xiao Feng said confidently, "Plus, the Shen Group has surely prepared in advance as well. Failure is already a certainty."

"..." Shi Jiaxin was at a loss for words this time. It was the first time she'd ever seen someone treat failure as the ultimate goal.

But was it really failure that Xiao Feng wanted?

In terms of this operation, it was indeed a failure, but for Xiao Feng, it was a success!

It sounded somewhat contradictory, but thinking it through carefully, it made perfect sense.

Xiao Feng explained, "In fact, my original goal was to make the Shen Group lose money, even to the point where they can no longer earn money in the future. Catching the big fish isn't important. What's important is letting the outside world know that the Shen Group has been listed as a key target for crackdown, and making them afraid to continue spending at the Shen Group's establishments—that is enough."

"So, that's what you were thinking?" Shi Jiaxin asked blankly.

Xiao Feng put his legs down, stood up, and said, "Otherwise, why would I say that when a person is not smart, they should focus on their work instead of engaging in pointless thoughts? Let's start the action."

"I told you before, if you dare to say that about me again..." Shi Jiaxin said angrily, but before she could finish, she saw Xiao Feng already walking out of the meeting room, which made her even more frustrated.

However, alongside her anger, Shi Jiaxin suddenly realized that Xiao Feng had told her his true intention, which indicated that he considered her a trustworthy person.

With this thought, her feelings suddenly became complex...

Xiao Feng, along with Zhao Xingfeng, Wang Qiang, and others, headed straight for the southern part of the city. Along the way, Wang Qiang and the others were very excited, showing a determination that they wouldn't rest until they achieved merit.

In contrast, Xiao Feng and Zhao Xingfeng seemed relatively calm. If major cases were uncovered two consecutive days, the Shen Group would have closed down long ago.

Just like yesterday, they first found a restaurant at the target location to drink. After midnight passed, they began their operation.

Although the chance of success was slim, what if the Shen Group neglected this place?

With this mindset, Xiao Feng began drinking and playing drinking games with everyone, but everyone seemed to deliberately avoid the topic of women, not daring to joke about it, fearing it would rekindle Zhao Xingfeng's sad past.

However, at this moment, as Xiao Feng raised his glass, he suddenly paused. A strong sense of danger arose in his heart. Although this feeling only lasted for a moment, it was real and existed genuinely.

This feeling generally only appeared for two reasons: either an expert was passing by, inadvertently releasing their own aura, or in that brief moment, someone had harbored murderous intent against him.

Xiao Feng leaned more towards the second possibility. He took a sip of liquor and, as he put down the glass, discreetly observed the people around him but found nothing unusual.

Just then, an impatient voice from the restaurant owner's direction rang out: "Go, go, go, don't make trouble at my door! As soon as you come in, how will the patrons inside eat?"

Everyone looked towards the door in unison and saw a disheveled, ragged old woman hunched over, holding a broken bowl, desperately pleading, "Please be kind, my granddaughter hasn't eaten for two days. The child is still small and needs nourishment. Give us some food, please."

Only then did everyone notice that behind the old woman stood a petite, grimy little girl, about 120 cm tall, wearing mismatched shoes that were clearly not a pair.

"I know it's hard for you, but I'm running a business, not a charity. Please go elsewhere." The boss softened his tone and said patiently.

Several people found this hard to watch. In these times, who is really missing a morsel of food?

Zhao Xingfeng was one of them. He stood up and shouted towards the door, "Let them in and make two bowls of noodles. It's on me!"

"Yes!" A diner at the next table also stood up, saying, "Let them in, and we'll cover whatever they eat."

With someone taking the lead, more and more people began to chime in, and the boss had no choice but to clear the way and let the old woman and the little girl in.

But the old woman did not enter. Instead, she repeatedly bowed in thanks to the customers inside, saying, "Thank you, everyone. I won't come in. If you have any leftovers, a bite would be greatly appreciated!"

At this moment, a waiter brought a dish to a table near the door, and the patron took a new pair of chopsticks from the holder, picked up the dish, and took it out to the old woman.

"Quick, thank the kind person!" The old woman pulled the little girl out from behind her and repeatedly thanked the patron who brought the dish.

The little girl stepped forward, too shy to look up at the person who had brought the food. She simply gave a deep bow and said, "Thank you, uncle!"

Witnessing this scene, Zhao Xingfeng's heart was tightly clenched. If his daughter were still alive, she would be about the same age as this little girl...

"Child, come inside," Zhao Xingfeng beckoned.

The little girl timidly grabbed the old woman's sleeve, and the old woman nodded, "Go ahead, that uncle is a good person."

The little girl kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone, practically shuffling over to Zhao Xingfeng's side.

When two bowls of noodles were served, Zhao Xingfeng pushed a bowl towards the little girl, "Have some."

The little girl glanced at the steaming noodles on the table, couldn't help swallowing, and, as if unable to withstand her hunger, picked up the noodles and put them in her mouth, as if fearing someone might snatch them away.

Xiao Feng's internal vigilance had not slackened. Hearing the sighs around him and even criticisms of officials' inaction, he couldn't help but feel a bit rueful inside.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. Imagine trying something like this in the Middle East?

The real horror isn't making a big deal over something, but becoming accustomed to it.

When such a scene becomes normal, that's the real sign of a trend heading towards destruction.

It's not that Xiao Feng lacks compassion; it's just that he's seen so much more, and he's better able to accept such seemingly unreasonable existences than others.

Additionally, for some reason, Xiao Feng felt that the timing of the old woman and the little girl's appearance was somewhat peculiar...

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