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Ten minutes later.

Two motorcycles with flashing red and blue police lights were parked at the factory gate.

A traffic policeman, holding a body camera, tapped on the hood of an Audi A6.

"Whose car is this? Why are you blocking the fire lane? Show me your driver's license."

Zhao Sihai stood by the roadside, his face as if he had swallowed a piece of raw iron.

The local tyrant in this area is someone even the police station chief has to give some face to.

However, the traffic police are directly under the jurisdiction of the municipal bureau and respond to calls in accordance with regulations.

In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone, not moving the car is obstructing official business.

Zhao Sihai took a deep breath.

He spat out the half-smoked Zhonghua cigarette from his mouth and ground it hard with the sole of his shiny leather shoe until the tobacco burst open and mixed into the dirt.

"Move the car."

Waved.

The Audi A6's reverse lights came on, their stark white light appearing weak in the daytime, piercing through its arrogant aura.

Roadblocks cleared.

The black Volkswagen in the shadows moved.

We gradually accelerated and drove straight into the gate.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the tinted windows of the Volkswagen Phaeton remained unchanged.

Like a black mirror.

Only Zhao Sihai's twisted and angry face was visible; the person inside could not be seen.

Utter contempt.

It wasn't giving the middle finger, and it wasn't cursing.

I treat you like a roadside stone, walking around you without even bothering to glance at you.

Arguing with thugs makes you a bookworm; fighting with thugs makes you a gangster.

Using public power to suppress hooligans is a basic quality of capitalists.

........

Night falls.

The abandoned factory was brightly illuminated by high-powered searchlights.

Lin Che didn't leave.

Standing at the entrance of the guardhouse, he directed the red electrical tape in Razer's hand.

"Put it here."

Pointing to the cement ground five meters inside the gate.

"Straighten it."

Red tape drew a conspicuous line on the oil-stained ground.

Under the eaves, a newly installed high-definition camera flashes and records red dots.

Like a cold, indifferent eye, it stares intently at the red line.

Listen carefully.

Lin Che turned around and looked at his subordinate, who had just changed into a security guard uniform and was instinctively reaching for a steel pipe.

He walked over, snatched the steel pipe from Razer's hand, and threw it into the trash can.

He handed over a riot control fork.

It has a cold, metallic texture, reflecting the standard and restraint of an industrial assembly line.

"Fighting across this red line is called mutual assault, and you'll be detained for fifteen days."

The sound echoed in the empty factory.

"However, as long as you step across the red line..."

"It's called invading private property, it's called threatening the security of company assets."

"Fighting within this line, fighting to the death, is called self-defense."

Razer, gripping its riot fork, froze.

After ten years in the underworld, all I know is that might makes right.

No one told him that fighting also required drawing lines and calculating coordinates like solving a math problem.

"Mr. Lin, this..."

"That's the rule for civilized people."

Lin Che pointed to the overhead surveillance camera.

"Violence is a last resort; the law is just wrapping paper for violence."

"What I'm going to teach you isn't how to fight, but how to legally cripple someone so the police will even give you a banner of appreciation."

.......

Two o'clock in the morning.

Several Jinbei vans quietly parked outside the factory wall.

Zhao Sihai became anxious.

The humiliation he suffered during the day had made him lose his temper; he desperately needed to regain his dignity, or at least let this newcomer know who was the real owner here.

Several masked thugs scaled the wall and entered, their machetes gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"Splash—!"

The glass of the guardhouse was shattered by a brick.

Under the bright light of the searchlight, shards of broken glass flew everywhere like diamonds, scattering all over the ground.

This is a signal.

However, they were not greeted by panicked workers, nor by thugs wielding machetes.

It was a huge, white cloud of mist.

"laugh--!!!"

Razer and his men, who were lying in ambush behind the door, simultaneously activated their dry powder fire extinguishers.

Several powerful white plumes of dry powder erupted out, instantly engulfing the thugs who had just landed.

Vision was obstructed and respiratory tracts were blocked by dust.

Coughs and gasps filled the air.

This is asymmetric warfare.

As the thugs covered their eyes and wildly swung their machetes, several riot control forks accurately pierced through them, pinning their necks and waists and slamming them against the wall.

There are no fancy fighting techniques.

Only assembly-line-like suppression.

Razer straddled a thug and skillfully pulled out an industrial plastic cable tie.

"Crunch—"

The cable ties dug into the flesh, making a sickening tightening sound, and twisted the thug's thumb behind his back.

This thing is tighter than handcuffs; the more you struggle, the more it hurts.

"Damn! Let's fight one-on-one if you dare!"

The thugs below were still yelling, "What kind of skill is it to spray people with a fire extinguisher?"

Razer coldly tightened the second cable tie.

He glanced at the flashing surveillance camera above his head, then at the red line on the ground.

"A one-on-one fight? That's something thugs do."

Razer stood up, dusted off the dry powder on his clothes, and said, "We're security. This is a riot control drill."

Beside the railing on the second floor.

Lin Che stood in the shadows, a long clump of ash accumulated in his hand.

Only after all the thugs were tied up like dumplings and thrown inside the red line did he gently flick off his cigarette ash.

Zhao Sihai lost.

He lost because he was still living in the old-fashioned world of martial arts, while Lin Che had already stood on the high ground of the rules.

........

Another ten minutes passed.

The sound of sirens pierced the night sky once again.

This time, it was Lin Che who called the police.

The evidence is conclusive: CCTV footage of the intrusion, smashed glass, a machete lying on the ground, and several security guards who had to use fire extinguishers to defend themselves due to "excessive fright".

The police put several disheveled thugs into the car.

Lin Che came downstairs.

He held the metal cap of a USB flash drive in his hand, gently snapping it on with a crisp "click".

That sound seemed to seal the deal for tonight's farce.

He walked up to a gang leader who hadn't yet been taken away.

Those were Zhao Sihai's confidants.

Lin Che took out his phone and opened the calculator.

The light from the screen illuminated his expressionless face.

"Go back and tell Zhao Sihai."

Lin Che's fingers danced across the screen as he typed in a string of numbers.

"Glass removal fee, lost wages, compensation for the security personnel's emotional distress, plus cleaning fees for removing the dry powder."

"A total of 128,000."

He showed his phone screen to the thug.

The screen displays a number accurate to the decimal point.

"If even one minute is missing, I'll send this surveillance footage to the legal department at the headquarters of the Tongda Group."

"Ask them, during this crucial period of preparing for an IPO, if a Hangzhou franchisee hired thugs to vandalize and loot. Do they want this scandal to make headlines?"

The thug's pupils contracted slightly.

He didn't understand the word "listing," but he understood "headquarters."

That was Zhao Sihai's Achilles' heel, his Achilles' heel.

Zhao Sihai wasn't afraid of being detained for a few days for fighting; he wasn't afraid of paying compensation either.

But he was afraid of being delisted.

Once he loses his franchise rights with Tongda Group, his logistics empire in the west of the city will collapse instantly.

far away.

The lights in Zhao Sihai's office stayed on all night.

Lin Che watched the police car's flashing taillights disappear into the night, then turned to Razer and said:

"Tonight was just a test."

"Tomorrow, he will use his real 'connections' to investigate our fire safety and business registration."

"Prepare a second plan."