While internally somewhat admitting Xiao Feng's theory, Zhao Guo'an still indignantly called again.

Verifying the theory was secondary; the key was the case still needed to be reported.

And soon, Xiao Feng's theory was verified…

On the other end of the line, Di Junxiong, with a helpless tone, said, "Uncle, if you're too bored, just find a place to entertain yourself. I'll even pay for it later. Could you please stop disturbing my sleep?"

"I'm not joking, my master and I have been kidnapped, right at Pengyun Tea House," Zhao Guo'an said irritably.

"Pengyun Tea House?"

Di Junxiong sat up once more. Mentioning this place made him somewhat believe it, but he still said, "I believe you were kidnapped, but kidnapping my master? Only someone out of their mind would come up with such an idea, right?"

"Stop with the nonsense, quickly gather your men and come over. I'll emphasize again, I'm the one reporting this case. If you remain this passive, do you believe I'll file a complaint against you right now?" Zhao Guo'an said, frustrated.

He highly doubted whether Xiao Feng had previously coordinated with Di Junxiong to have a unified story while he wasn't paying attention, but after thinking it through, he realized that timing-wise it was completely impossible.

At this moment, Zhao Huipeng discreetly gave the driver at the door a look.

The driver understood and quietly slipped out.

Although Xiao Feng had his back to the door, he was well aware of what was happening behind him. First, the "silence" the driver believed in was merely his own illusion.

Secondly, the reflection in the window glass had long presented those small actions in Xiao Feng's view in their entirety.

Turning his head, Xiao Feng looked at Zhao Huipeng with a half-smile: "Are you trying to have someone delete the surveillance footage so the police can't find evidence of your son kidnapping us and then sue us for breaking and entering for robbery?"

Zhao Huipeng's pupils suddenly contracted, and a trace of obvious fear crossed his gaze toward Xiao Feng. He even wondered whether this young man in front of him could read minds?

But mind reading can't be this miraculous, right?

Or is it that there really are such people in the world capable of predicting the future?

"You're joking," Zhao Huipeng forced a smile. "I was just thinking if there's any better way to resolve this matter besides calling the police."

Now, Zhao Huipeng genuinely felt like he was being roasted over a fire.

He wanted to call more security guards, but seeing the pitiful state of the guards in the room made it clear that among these three people, someone was skilled in martial arts. At such close proximity, once a conflict erupted, the first to suffer would be himself or his son.

Even more troubling, these three seemed determined to call the police. Even if the police couldn't find out about his son's past deceptions of young girls, the kidnapping charge alone would be enough trouble for him.

Plus, knowing one's own child best, Zhao Huipeng was well aware of his son's psychological resilience. Once the police conducted an interrogation, everything would come out, and by then, it would be too late.

Xiao Feng chuckled: "I see. I didn't mean anything else, just wanted to remind you that deleting the surveillance footage won't work because as long as there are more advanced technical means, ways to restore it can always be found.

Do you know the best way to eliminate evidence?"

"Wha-what?" Zhao Huipeng asked instinctively.

"Of course, it's to completely destroy the hard drive," Xiao Feng replied without hesitation. "However, you can't just stupidly destroy it obviously.

For instance, setting a fire would clearly indicate a problem. It should be made to look like an accident, such as water damage to the hard drive or broken connectors, making data retrieval impossible."

Pausing, Xiao Feng continued: "Doing this, even if the police suspect you're feeling guilty, at least the rotten things you and your father did in the past won't come to light.

Of course, if your son didn't commit those scams inside this tea house, then just pretend I didn't say this."

This long speech left everyone in the room stunned.

Zhen Jinghan couldn't help but frown slightly. Why give the opponent ideas?

If the other party really destroyed the hard drive, wouldn't it truly be "evidence destroyed"?

As for Zhao Guo'an, he remained quite calm.

In his words, if Xiao Feng ever did something against his own interest to benefit someone else, there would be no need for words; just beat him to death, as someone must be impersonating him.

As time passed, Zhao Huipeng became increasingly overwhelmed with a sense of powerlessness. This feeling of having his plans unveiled by the opponent was truly indescribably frustrating.

But even a final struggle shouldn't be said to be meaningless, as it could potentially trigger a reversal.

Thinking this, Zhao Huipeng surreptitiously gave a "six" gesture to the security guard behind Xiao Feng, then waved his hand.

The meaning was to find a way to convey what Xiao Feng had said, essentially making sure the hard drive storing the surveillance footage couldn't be accessed.

Whether the guard understood his intentions was then left to fate.

"Where are you from?" Zhao Huipeng started a conversation with Xiao Feng, trying to draw attention away from the security guard's small actions behind him.

Xiao Feng casually replied, "I'm a Terran."

"..." Zhao Huipeng was instantly at a loss for words.

Of course, I know you're a Terran!

Nevertheless, seeing the security guard starting to edit the message, Zhao Huipeng secretly sighed in relief; determined as he was to be annoyed, the conversation had to go on.

The security guard leaning against the wall behind Xiao Feng diligently edited the text message.

Old Liu noticed this scene; he internally sighed. For some reason, he had a gut feeling that the guard's messages wouldn't be sent out.

This feeling had no basis, but it was exceptionally real, as if he was convinced internally that the message would definitely not be sent.

Sure enough, just as the guard was about to press the send button, his wrist was suddenly stepped on, and the phone flew out of his hand.

Struggling to lift his head, what he saw was Xiao Feng with a dazzling smile.

"Surprised?" Xiao Feng said with a superior smile, speaking as if teasing a child.

The guard hadn't managed to speak before feeling a gust of wind coming at him.

"Bang!"

Xiao Feng kicked, leaving a shoe print on the guard's face, and his head crashed heavily against the wall behind him.

"Ah!"

The long-missed scream had hardly settled before it rang out in the room once more.

The security guard who attempted to send a text message bled from the nose as if it were free, rolling on the ground in agony.

Zhao Huipeng stumbled back several steps until he grasped a chair, barely managing to steady himself, his mind consumed by one thought: It's over, truly over. They say one's son can be a liability; this time, he was indeed about to be ruined by his own son.

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