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The parking structure lay in a deep hush, pierced only by the faint buzz of a lone overhead lamp casting a sickly yellow puddle on the oil-stained concrete. The distant murmur from the seminar hall faded into nothing. Footsteps, measured and clear, echoed from the shadows—Qingyi stepped into the dim light, steam rising in a gentle plume from the cup cradled in her hand, her staff rotating with a slow, idle grace. She halted just beyond arm's reach, the faint click of her boots marking the silence. "The daring of the contemporary generation," she mused, her voice carrying that trademark blend of amusement and razor-sharp focus. She took a long, deliberate sip, her eyes never leaving you as she watched over the rim. "You were fully aware of our Public Security affiliation. And yet you cho…