My Dad Is Shen Yuzhou!

Hearing Qiu Tu's words, the agent wore an "I understand completely" expression, gave a grinning salute, and strode out. Xinjie City had only recently been established, after all, and most people living here still retained the rough habits of turbulent times. Treating criminals kindly was hardly customary. At that moment, Fang Ming, who had been following close behind Qiu Tu, quickly stepped forward and tugged at his sleeve. Once Qiu Tu glanced over, Fang Ming lowered his voice and warned, "Don't do anything reckless. "If you have needs, just go straight to the Qin family. They're in the brothel trade anyway; they can definitely set you up. "Or the two of us can head out for a stroll. This is downtown; there are bound to be suitable venues nearby." At this point, he paused. Perhaps worried Qiu Tu hadn't grasped his meaning, he added in an even lower whisper, "That girl's background is very likely not so simple. Don't fall into a trap." Qiu Tu couldn't help but stifle a laugh. In a low voice, he replied, "Do you really think I'm that desperate? I honestly just have a few questions to ask her." Hearing this, Fang Ming cast him a suspicious glance, searching his eyes for the slightest hint of a lie, but found only an open, earnest gaze. "Anyway... I've warned you, so just watch yourself," Fang Ming murmured once more before finally leaving the room. Watching Fang Ming disappear from sight, Qiu Tu curled his lips into a smile, finding the man rather interesting. Not only was he decent, but he was also sharp-witted. Still, how had he known that the girl's background wasn't so simple? Even Qiu Tu had only learned of it after stepping into the Qin estate and having his countdown refresh. Thinking this over, Qiu Tu couldn't help recalling the scene when he had first arrived at the Qin estate. The moment he had crossed into the Qin manor, the countdown chest that had been frozen for twenty-four hours had finally unfrozen, and a new crisis prompt had popped up before his eyes: *A peaceful life is always fleeting; crisis clings like a shadow.* *Your direct superior, Yan Chen, was not fooled by your lies, yet he remains wary of your nonexistent background and highly interested in the origin of your Aurora Stone.* *Caught in the eye of the storm lately, he temporarily lacks the leisure to deal with you. Thus, he went with the flow and sent you to the Qin family, hoping they would test your depth.* *To increase the difficulty of this test, he not only handed you a female potioneer of special status to handle, but also spread word that you hold an old grudge against the Qin family—and that while you ostensibly came to protect Qin Shuman, your true purpose is to investigate them.* *Therefore, the moment you entered the Qin family's estate, thousands of eyes fixed dead on you, waiting only for you to reveal a flaw.* *Meanwhile, Yan Chen is closely monitoring your every move from the shadows, eager to pry into your secrets.* *Conceal your weakness and display your strength; only then can you survive surrounded by wolves.* Along with this prompt, a new crisis countdown had jumped out. It read: 7 days. Through this crisis alert, Qiu Tu gained a much clearer picture of the perilous situation he currently faced: Ahead pressed the relentless Qin family; behind lurked the predatory Yan Chen. And in his hands was an unidentified "criminal girl." Add to that the ambiguous loyalty of Qin Shuman and the maid Cui Lan, who watched his every step. Describing this moment as "fraught with danger on all sides" could not have been more apt. That was why, the instant the banquet ended, Qiu Tu had come straight to see the female potioneer of special status. Only by uncovering her true identity first could he adjust and execute his next step. Watching Fang Ming depart, Qiu Tu turned, closed the door, and walked into the inner room. Inside, the female potioneer of special status had her left wrist cuffed to a chair, but her right hand was busily wielding chopsticks, feasting away. Perhaps because today's meal was quite good, her cheeks were puffed full of food, making her look just like a hamster. Seeing Qiu Tu enter, she showed no fear of strangers. She even waved her chopsticks warmly in his direction and mumbled around a mouthful, "Come have a bite!" Qiu Tu was almost amused. This girl was certainly relaxed. Anyone unaware might have thought he was the suspect and she was the agent. It seemed her background truly was extraordinary; otherwise, she wouldn't be this calm while in captivity. With that in mind, Qiu Tu asked casually, "I've seen plenty of suspects—some terrified, some arrogant, and some who cry injustice the moment they see an agent. But I've never seen anyone as calm as you." He paused, then continued, "I heard from Fang Ming that you have connections? Go ahead, tell me. What kind of background scared him into having you treated this well?" Hearing Qiu Tu's question, the girl gave a casual wave of her chopsticks, pursed her lips, and declared with ringing confidence, "My dad is Shen Yuzhou!" Qiu Tu froze for a second. Then he blinked, completely blank. "Who?" The girl stared back, baffled. Her father's name had likely always worked wonders, and she was used to seeing shock whenever people heard it. Qiu Tu's utterly blank expression threw her off completely. Her face flushed crimson, and she said in a fluster, "Shen Yuzhou! Shen Yuzhou! Vice Speaker of the Supreme Council of the Third Sanctuary, Shen Yuzhou!" At her words, Qiu Tu quickly searched his memory, yet his face remained just as blank. Because in his memory, there was no such name at all. After all, Xinjie City fell under the jurisdiction of the Eighth Sanctuary and had only recently been established. As a low-ranking agent, Qiu Tu couldn't even name all the higher-ups in his own sanctuary, let alone the leaders of the far-off Third Sanctuary; he had never had the chance to hear of them. Even so, Qiu Tu finally understood why Fang Ming had looked so strange earlier, and why Yan Chen had pushed this girl onto him. To put it bluntly, no one in Xinjie City could verify whether what she said was true or false. Qiu Tu lacked the clearance, and so did Yan Chen. If her identity was real, punishing her rashly could easily trigger a conflict between two great sanctuaries—a responsibility no one could shoulder. And if her identity was fake, but the entire Investigation Bureau was so scared by a single lie that no one dared convict her, the bureau would lose massive face. In short, this girl was a burning-hot potato. Thinking this over, Qiu Tu couldn't be sure about her identity either. After all, Crisis Sense had only stated that she held a "special status." Who knew whether that referred to her father being Shen Yuzhou? Could she be a spy? Or was there something wrong with who taught her? "Special status" could mean any number of things. With his thoughts racing, Qiu Tu asked in curious probing, "Since your father holds such noble standing, how did you end up in a place like this? "You aren't lying, are you?"