After my divorce at thirty, I developed an intelligence network.

The car drove away from the noisy street where the mutton restaurant was located and turned onto the main road.

The car was deathly silent.

The driver kept his eyes on the road ahead, but the passenger with the cleft lip seemed to have a nail in his buttocks, fidgeting repeatedly. Finally, unable to resist, he turned his head.

"Boss! They just left like that? That's so frustrating! Who does that guy surnamed Gong think he is? If we all ganged up on him, we could have taken him down right there..."

"Swarm in?"

A snicker came from the back seat, interrupting the man with the cleft lip.

Wu Jinshui didn't open his eyes, leaning back in his chair, his fingers still slowly twirling the walnuts, and said sarcastically:

"What are you going up there for? To overturn his pot of mutton offal soup."

The person with the cleft lip choked, their face turning red.

"At least... at least teach him a lesson! Otherwise, what will the guys below think? Brother Wang Biao just..."

"Wang Biao was just unlucky; he tripped and fell."

Wu Jinshui opened his eyes. "Are you rushing up now to let everyone know that without Wang Biao, all I have left are a bunch of good-for-nothings who only know how to bang tables and smash chairs?"

Another young subordinate sitting in the back row remained silent, recalling Gong Yuelong's actions of eating meat and drinking beer.

His throat moved, and he suddenly muttered something incoherently in a low voice:

"...They seem to be enjoying their food."

The person with the cleft lip immediately seemed to find a kindred spirit, and their anger flared even more:

"Exactly! We're stuck here feeling frustrated, while they're eating meat and drinking wine like crazy! Boss, this is infuriating..."

"What kind of meat are you eating? What kind of wine are you drinking?" Wu Jinshui's voice turned cold. "Wang Biao is lying in the freezer, and all you can think about is whose meat smells good?"

The young subordinate immediately fell silent and shrank back.

Even with her cleft lip, she choked, but her face still showed defiance.

Wu Jinshui closed his eyes again and slowed his speech: "Fighting and killing is the stupidest way."

Gong Yuelong is more than happy for you to make a scene now; the bigger the scene, the more he can play the victim and act pitiful in front of Fu Mingde.

He paused, then said, "He's barefoot now, while we're wearing shoes. Trying to outdo him in who's tougher is foolish."

The driver, an experienced driver, chimed in, "Boss, about those bundles of steel bars... and Wang Biao, are we just going to accept it like this?"

"recognize?"

"Do you think my things are so easy to take? Do you think my people are so restless?"

"However, some things need to be done differently. And some people need to be handled by more suitable people."

The man with the cleft lip sensed something unusual and cautiously asked, "Boss, you mean...?"

Wu Jinshui didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Cleft Mouth, you worked with Old Cat before. What's he like?"

Mentioning Old Cat, Huo Zui subconsciously sat up straighter: "Brother Cat... Brother Cat is different from us."

Brother Biao is fierce, daring and aggressive. Brother Mao is... quiet.

They didn't let a word slip before they acted; by the time you found out, it was all over.

He licked his slightly dry lips.

"He committed murder in the south years ago and was being watched. It was you, Boss, who got him out of trouble and gave him a way out. Cat Brother often says that his life belongs to you."

"Quiet..." Wu Jinshui repeated the word, his finger pausing.

"Wang Biao was killed because the commotion was too great. Some things need to be done quietly."

He glanced at the people in the car and said, "From today onwards, keep a close eye on the construction site, especially Gong Yuelong's group."

But remember, only look, only listen, don't move. Anyone who alerts the enemy...

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone in the car felt a chill.

"When will Brother Cat be back?" the driver asked.

"When it's time to come back, it will naturally come back." Wu Jinshui leaned back and closed his eyes.

Silence fell over the car again.

The car passed through an intersection, and the red light came on.

Across the street, a small restaurant was brightly lit, and one could vaguely see people clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

The young subordinate couldn't help but glance at it again.

……

Cao Dayong and Shunzi were so drunk they were staggering, and they returned to their respective rented rooms early.

Gong Yuelong returned to the courtyard where the characters were dismantled.

Gong Yuelong felt a burning sensation on his body, a mixture of muttony smell and sweat.

He picked up the red plastic bucket from the corner of the wall, walked to the extremely simple shower corner in the yard, and connected a section of rubber water pipe.

Normally, the men in the courtyard would just make do here to save time.

He turned on the tap, and water streamed down his muscular chest.

But amidst the sound of water, the muscles in his back suddenly twitched slightly.

It's a feeling of being watched.

It was like a sticky gaze crawling over his shoulder blades and sliding down his damp spine.

It seems to be coming from the direction of Widow Qin's window?

He turned off the tap.

The feeling of being watched did not disappear.

Instead, she became even bolder, moving from his broad back down to his firm, narrow waist and hips.

Widow Qin? The thought flashed through his mind.

Or... something else? Boss Wu's men?

His peripheral vision quickly swept across Widow Qin's window.

The curtains seemed to move slightly?

He dried himself off, shirtless, picked up the bucket, and walked back.

The feeling of being stripped naked and scrutinized only subsided slightly after he pushed open his door, went inside, and closed it behind him.

The room was stuffy, so he walked to the window—

"Brother Gong!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Widow Qin burst in.

Her hair was a little messy, she was breathing rapidly, and her face was flushed.

Before she could finish speaking, she rushed forward and grabbed Gong Yuelong's forearm!

"Brother Gong! Something's not right!"

"I just felt something was off in the courtyard! There was a man... I didn't see his whole face clearly, but I remember... ugly! Not just ugly, but the kind of ugly that... made you feel uneasy and cold just looking at him!"

He's not very tall, and he walks so silently, like a ghost!

She was panting, her chest heaving. "Brother Gong, have you... have you gotten into trouble with someone really dangerous?"

It's related to that Wu... Wu Jinshui, right?

That ugly guy… he absolutely, absolutely wasn't here to steal anything! He's here to watch the yard, to see who's coming in and out… he's watching you!

Gong Yuelong spoke up, "When did that ugly man appear? Did he make any unusual moves?"

Infected by his calm tone, Widow Qin regained her composure slightly, but she didn't loosen her grip on his hand. Feeling something hard in her hand gave her a special sense of satisfaction and security.

"It was always in the middle of the night... the darkest time before dawn. I was leaning against that pile of broken bricks at the very back, motionless, like a piece of dead wood."

Looking at his expression, Widow Qin said, "Brother Gong, I...I haven't told anyone about this. I just felt I had to tell you. You...you have to be very careful! That thing...it's not human!"

Gong Yuelong looked at Widow Qin and nodded:

"Thanks, Sister Qin. Don't mention this to anyone else. Lock the door tonight, and don't come out if you hear any noise."

The opponent moved quickly, and Wu Jinshui changed his tactics.

It wasn't the overt ruthlessness of Wang Biao; it was hidden in the shadows.

"Sister Qin, don't panic. I'm here, so don't worry. They wouldn't dare do anything to you. Be careful around the house lately, and ignore any strangers who try to talk to you."

He grabbed the undershirt draped over the back of the chair and put it on.

As she moved, the taut lines of her shoulder and back muscles were imprinted in Widow Qin's eyes.

Widow Qin watched, a mix of fear and something else stirring within her. She swallowed hard, and the words slipped out:

"Your body... is good. If those people really dare to be tough, they have to think carefully."

After saying that, she probably realized it wasn't appropriate, so she quickly added, "I... I just meant, you know what I mean. I've replied."

She turned around hastily, and the door slammed shut.

Gong Yuelong closed the door, and the room returned to silence.

This indicates that the other party has not only figured out his weaknesses but has also begun to weave a web of pressure. The goal is not immediate conflict, but to create unease and find openings.

Gong Yuelong closed his eyes and sank into consciousness.

[Intelligence System: Analyze the behavioral patterns of target Wu Jinshui. Provide immediate response plans.]

A faint blue light appeared.

Fragments of information are pieced together: Wu Shaoduo's subordinate, Lao Mao, is skilled in concealment and psychological pressure. He prefers to use the fear of non-core people around the target to establish monitoring points. He is patient in his actions and initially focuses on intelligence gathering and non-violent coercion, aiming to disrupt the target's mentality and create controllable loopholes.

Threat assessment: The current phase focuses on infiltration and probing. The fact that Widow Qin became the first point of pressure indicates that they have begun mapping out the target's social and lifestyle activities.

Recommended solutions (to be implemented first):

Maintain a consistent daily routine and avoid overreacting to reveal your vigilance.

The blue light faded.

Gong Yuelong opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, all sleepiness gone.