With a full stomach, Qin Fen dismissed everyone back to the police station, taking the >Jie 911 taxi alone to the residence of the snakehead sisters provided by Du Peng. However, he found the iron gate tightly shut. Upon inquiring, he learned that the older sister, Yang Ruoruo, had dropped out of school to start working, while the younger sister, Yang Xixi, who was a year younger, had successfully been admitted to a key high school in Tianbei City. One was attending school while the other was working; neither was home during the day.

"School?" Qin Fen wasn't particularly surprised. It was hard enough for him, a grown man, to work while attending school, let alone two young women? Even with the compensation funds from the snakehead incident, it wouldn't alleviate much of their living pressure.

"Next time then!" Qin Fen sat back in Yu Xiao's car and, under the curious gazes of the surrounding neighbors, hurried back to the police station for work.

When the officers in the main building saw Qin Fen step out of Yu Xiao’s car, every one of them secretly looked up at the sky, wondering if the sun had risen in the west today. This troublemaker usually took pleasure in pranking the detachment captain; what was going on with him today?

The officers on the second floor of the annex building watched Qin Fen, murmuring continuous praises.

After Qin Fen led the group of troublemakers away that morning, someone had bravely snuck up to the third floor to peek, only to find the third-floor office a complete mess, with numerous traces left behind by the prank-loving officers.

Soon, the police in the annex building learned a fact they would never have imagined: the new detachment captain had used mechanical traps to thoroughly teach a lesson to those officers who enjoyed setting up traps to mess with others.

Qin Fen returned to the third floor to find the office swept clean by everyone.

After a brief interaction, Wu Hui and the others understood that their new detachment captain disliked a messy office.

Qin Fen sat down at the detachment captain's desk and began writing furiously. Seeing that the captain was busy, the others hesitated to approach and disturb him. They sat upright at their own desks, staring at their computer screens while browsing posts on various forums.

The Special Security Detachment had fallen into the quietest state since its establishment. Occasionally, the sound of a book page turning could be heard—it was Lin Feng boredly flipping through the latest issue of Playboy.

The Special Security Detachment: a unit where anything could be managed, where personnel could be assigned to other departments due to work volume, resulting in absolutely nothing to manage, leaving people to boringly pass the time.

Half an hour later, Qin Fen stopped the pen in his hand. With a decisive snap, he placed his fountain pen on the desk, looked up at the crowd who had been drawn by the sound, and announced, "The training plan is done!"

Whoosh... screech...

The sound of rapid footsteps, chairs scraping against the floor with a grating noise. The room of the Special Security Detachment quickly became chaotic again as people rushed to surround Qin Fen's desk. Immediately afterward, everyone's pupils dilated.

They were all staring at the thick stack of papers in Qin Fen's hand! In just half an hour, the new detachment captain had written several dozen pages of material.

"Captain..." Lin Feng gasped, speaking cautiously, "This... this is so much? That will actually train people to death..."

The remaining twenty-one troublemakers nodded vigorously. Reading through those dozens of pages would take half a day; even if the training only took five minutes, twenty-four hours a day wouldn't be enough time!

"No one will be worked to death." Qin Fen pulled out two pages from the stack and handed them to Lin Feng. "This is yours."

"Mine?" Lin Feng took the two pages and glanced at the rest of the papers in Qin Fen’s hand. "The others don't concern me?"

"No relation." Qin Fen shoved the other two pages into the hands of a troublemaker next to him. "I formulated a different training method for each of you based on my observations just now. It should be the method most suitable in my view, so do not exchange plans with each other; training according to someone else's method will be counterproductive."

"Ea... ea... each person?" Lin Feng secretly peeked at the other troublemakers who had received their plans, noticing that his differed from theirs.

At this moment, everyone's expression changed. How long had the detachment captain been with them? Yet, he could immediately grasp each person's shortcomings and strengths and create corresponding training plans? Was this a joke? Even a master-level expert couldn't accomplish all this in such a short time!

Twenty of the twenty-two men quickly received their training plans. Yu Xiao and Wu Hui smiled happily as they looked at Qin Fen’s empty hands—no paper plans meant he would teach them personally!

"Give me your gun," Qin Fen said, taking Yu Xiao's weapon. "Watch closely."

As the words fell, Qin Fen's wrist flickered. The large-caliber pistol, capable of easily killing a man, instantly disassembled into a pile of parts. The entire process looked as if the world's most powerful magician was performing a magic show.

Yu Xiao stared blankly at Qin Fen’s desk, as if turned into a wooden post, her mind replaying everything Qin Fen had just done.

"Awesome! So awesome!" Qin Fen roared inwardly. No wonder the Gun King had instructed him that way back then—one reason was to test his comprehension, and the other was that doing it this way was undeniably cool.

Qin Fen stopped paying attention to the frozen Yu Xiao, stood up, clapped Wu Hui on the shoulder, and said, "Your mechanical workshop is in the room next door, right? Come with me."

Wu Hui followed closely behind Qin Fen, not forgetting to turn back and throw triumphant glances at the others, as if showing off that he would receive the detachment captain's personal guidance.

Ten minutes later, a loud shout erupted from the room next door: "Are you a pig?"

Twelve minutes later, Qin Fen’s voice boomed again from the adjacent room: "I apologize. Saying you are a pig implies you are smarter than one."

Fifteen minutes... twenty minutes... thirty minutes...

The troublemaker officers suddenly realized that the new detachment captain’s insults were truly varied! He certainly lived up to his reputation as the captain of the Special Security Detachment!

They didn't know that these insults were precisely what Qin Fen had endured under the harsh scolding of his instructors back then; it was hard not to learn!

The police officers on the second floor heard Qin Fen’s shouting and secretly gave him a thumbs-up, unanimously praising him in their hearts: "He's got guts! Real guts!"

These troublemakers held grudges fiercely; if someone spoke ill of them behind their backs and they overheard it, some would even set up pranks for revenge. Now, someone dared to scold them to their faces—that was real nerve! Would this new detachment captain be pranked to death by these guys seven days later?

An hour later, Qin Fen returned to the office feeling refreshed. He finally understood why those instructors back then had been so keen on cursing people out.

It turned out that when you have a disciple with great comprehension, one feels incredibly satisfied, especially when realizing that the recipient absorbs things faster through the scolding. At that point, it’s truly hard to restrain oneself from yelling.

Qin Fen entered the room, followed by Wu Hui, who strode in with a smug look. The smugness on his face was as if he had stepped in cow dung only to find gold hidden within. Anyone unaware would think he wasn't the one who had just been scolded.

"Sir," Lin Feng raised his thumb, and the other troublemakers shouted in unison, "You are truly wicked!"

"That's right! I'm wicked! So what?" Wu Hui couldn't stop grinning, laughing loudly, "The captain's scolding felt so satisfying!"

The other officers shook their heads repeatedly, sighing. With Wu Hui acting so shamelessly, it was difficult for others to say anything more.

Qin Fen glanced across the others in the room; the spring breeze on their faces instantly turned into a dark rainstorm. His low voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction: "Why are you all still here? If you don't have any immediate official duties, you should be training."

Another flurry of chaos erupted in the Special Security Detachment office. Soon, only Wu Hui and the stunned, contemplative Yu Xiao remained in the room.

Qin Fen ignored the two of them and circled the office once, picking up a helmet—the essential equipment for logging into the Sky Combat Network—from under one of the troublemakers' desks.

"Sky Combat Network..." Qin Fen weighed the helmet in his hands, muttering with deep emotion, "Haven't logged in for a long time. It feels like a century has passed."

"Captain..." Wu Hui leaned in curiously. "You play this too?"

Qin Fen cradled the helmet with both hands, blew the dust off it, and then gently stroked its polished surface, his eyes radiating a light of memory. "Play? No, I never played it. It saved my life once; without it, I might have starved to death. So, 'play'? That would be an insult to it, both for me and for the helmet."

Wu Hui stood quietly to the side, watching Qin Fen in awe. This detachment captain, capable of delivering such incredibly fierce and domineering punches, now had eyes so gentle, as if he were holding not just a prop, but his first love, his mistress.

"I wonder how Longtang is doing," Qin Fen turned to look for a power outlet. "Has its signboard been taken down by someone again?"

"Longtang?" Wu Hui quickly stepped in front of Qin Fen, his expression somewhat agitated. "Captain, which Longtang are you referring to?"

"Which Longtang else could it be?" Qin Fen plugged in the power source. "A small sect I established a long time ago."

"Captain..." Wu Hui swallowed hard, staring intently at Qin Fen, his eyes wide. "You... you aren't going to tell me you are that Money Vampire from the Sky Combat Network, the Thirty-Six Hours, are you?"

"Money Vampire?"

Qin Fen recalled the first time he heard himself called that, a faint smile of pride and endless reminiscence touching the corners of his lips.

"Oh... oh... oh my god!"

Wu Hui felt like his eyeballs were about to pop out, and simultaneously, his heart felt like it was about to explode. Longtang! The Captain was actually that Thirty-Six Hours who single-handedly took down an entire street of sects to reclaim his sect's plaque in the Sky Combat Network!

The Captain was actually that Thirty-Six Hours who, wielding nothing but an M1A1 Abrams, wiped out thousands of martial artists and destroyed one mechanized armor unit!

That Thirty-Six Hours who created countless glories and then suddenly vanished from everyone’s sight just when he truly attracted widespread attention!

Wu Hui felt a wave of dizziness. Although Thirty-Six Hours disappeared, Longtang's development never stopped; it now dominated five streets, with thousands of disciples under its banner.

"Hahaha..." Wu Hui burst into laughter. It turned out the boss in his real life was also the boss online.

"Hm? What are you laughing at?"

Qin Fen was startled by Wu Hui's sudden outburst of laughter.

"Captain..." Wu Hui clutched his stomach, laughing painfully. "You didn't know? Every single member of our Special Security Detachment is a member of Longtang!"