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

It's not about direct conflict, but about scareing them in some way, to see where the snake is heading, and to see what kind of holes are hidden beneath this murky water.

Heavy rain in the urban-rural fringe area.

The rain was heavy and dense, pattering against the roof of the car.

The car windows were covered with a thick layer of condensation, and the wipers swung back and forth, barely clearing two lines of vision.

Gong Yuelong parked his car in a dark corner of a dead-end road piled with construction waste, and turned off the engine.

About a hundred meters ahead, there were several rows of low, self-built houses, most of which had their windows dark.

Only the roller shutter door of a garage-like room on the side was half-open, letting in a dim yellow light that illuminated a dirty bread truck parked in front and Wu San's dilapidated motorcycle.

After leaving the High-tech Zone in the afternoon, Gong Yuelong did not return to the courtyard.

He found a place to stay until dark, and then, as if possessed, he circled back and caught a glimpse of Wu San and his friends, who were drinking and bragging at a small restaurant after finishing work.

The rain provided the best cover.

After waiting for about half an hour, several figures emerged from the roller shutter door.

Wu San led the way, wearing a raincoat, followed by the blond-haired man he had met that afternoon and two other unfamiliar faces.

They didn't drive; instead, they turned straight into the narrower, darker alley behind the house.

Gong Yuelong pushed open the car door, his shoulders instantly soaked by the rain. He followed silently.

The road beneath our feet quickly turned into a muddy mess, filled with the stench of rotting garbage.

The alley was lined with haphazardly built sheds and walls, and rainwater gushed down the low eaves, the noise drowning out the sound of footsteps.

The flashlight beam flickered in the rain, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Wu San and his group walked very fast, as they were very familiar with the terrain. After many twists and turns, they finally stopped in front of a tall brick wall.

The faint rumble of machinery could be heard from the other side of the wall, like that of a small processing plant.

Wu San whispered something to his accomplice, and Huang Mao nimbly climbed over the pile of debris by the wall and opened a small, rusty iron door from the inside.

Several people filed in.

Gong Yuelong huddled in the shadows around the corner, his heart pounding.

Rainwater streamed down my cheeks.

He looked at the wall, then looked around.

Climb over? That's too risky.

He stepped back a few paces and went around to another direction, where the terrain was slightly higher, and from a distance, he could see the general outline of the area inside the wall.

It looked like an abandoned small prefabrication plant, with some blurry building materials piled up under the shed, and the outlines of two trucks.

Wu San and his group, flashlights in hand, headed straight for the deepest part of the shed.

The flashlight beam lingered there for a long time, as if someone was rummaging through the ground or moving something.

Occasionally, fragments of hushed arguing drifted in on the wind: "...The money's wrong...", "...The boss said this is the price...", "...Damn this awful weather..."

Then, they dragged several heavy, long, tarpaulin-wrapped objects from deep inside the shed and laboriously carried them toward one of the trucks.

The item looked quite heavy; it was difficult for two people to lift one.

Gong Yuelong squinted.

Is it steel? Or... something else?

Just then, a bright beam of motorcycle headlights suddenly appeared at the other end of the factory area, accompanied by an engine approaching from afar.

A motorcycle cut through the rain and came to a stop right in front of the shed.

A burly man in a raincoat jumped out of the car; he was noticeably larger than Wu San and the others.

Wu San and his group immediately stopped what they were doing, looking somewhat nervous.

The burly man walked over, lifted a corner of the waterproof cloth, shone a flashlight on it, and said a few words to Wu San.

The distance was too far, and the rain was too loud; I couldn't hear anything at all.

But you could see Wu San nodding repeatedly, adopting a very humble posture.

The burly man seemed dissatisfied, kicking something on the ground, the sound exploding in the rainy night: "...What the hell are you trying to fool me with! This quality..."

The rest of the conversation was drowned out by an even louder sound of rain.

The burly man cursed and pointed at the truck, then at Wu San, making a tough gesture. He then turned around, mounted his motorcycle, roared off, and quickly disappeared into the rainy night.

Wu San and his group stood still, their bodies splattered with mud by the motorcycle, and remained motionless for a long time.

Under the flashlight beam, their faces looked terrible in the rain.

After a long while, they started moving again, silently carrying the packages onto the truck bed and securing them haphazardly with ropes.

What Wu San and his group were moving was definitely not legitimate building materials.

The burly man who suddenly appeared clearly outshone Wu San, and was probably a more key figure under Boss Wu.

What are they trading? Substandard materials? Or something even more shady?

A rainy night, an abandoned factory, clandestine transactions, the reprimands of those in power... all of this exudes an ominous aura.

People like Wu San are indeed more than just lackeys; they do dirty work, but they're connected to something much deeper.

This murky water was deeper and dirtier than he had imagined.

"Third...Third Brother..." the blond-haired guy murmured, his voice trembling slightly, "Scarface got so angry...I hope he's alright? What about our...this shipment..."

"Shut up!" Wu San growled, but his mind was in even greater turmoil.

Scarface is one of the most ruthless men under Boss Wu, specializing in handling difficult situations and unruly individuals.

"Hurry up! Move it upstairs! And all of you, get the hell out of there!"

Wu San urged impatiently, but couldn't help turning back to look at the dark alleyway they had come from.

The rain was so thick that nothing could be seen.

But he just felt... as if there were eyes watching him.

"Third Brother, you said..." another accomplice leaned closer, "Why did Scarface suddenly show up? And why did he happen to be here right when we were shipping out goods? Did... someone set us up?"

"Don't fucking scare yourself!" Wu San cursed, but his voice sounded a little weak.

He shook his head violently, trying to shake off the unease. "Let's finish this quickly and get out of here! This place...it's creepy!"

The men dared not speak again and silently dragged the remaining heavy packages onto the truck.

Huang Mao slipped and almost fell. The package hit the ground with a dull thud, which sounded particularly jarring in the empty factory area.

Everyone froze for a moment, looking around warily.

The only sound was the patter of rain.

"Quickly... quickly carry it up!" Wu San's voice was slightly distorted.

"You guys think... just now, someone really did see it, right?" The blond guy finally couldn't help but ask, his voice barely audible.

"See what?! This awful weather, this awful place!" someone retorted, but their tone was uncertain.

"If the boss finds out about Scarface's appearance..." The other person didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Wu San's palms were covered in sweat, mixed with rainwater.

Are we being watched?

Why did the scar appear at such a convenient time?

If there's really a problem with this batch of goods...

After much difficulty, they managed to stuff everything into the carriage and hastily covered it with a dirty tarpaulin.

Wu San jumped into the driver's seat, his hand reaching for the key, but he hesitated for a few moments before inserting it. The engine sputtered a few times, but it wouldn't start.

One thought after another popped into my head uncontrollably.

In the past, when doing these kinds of borderline things, although I was always on tenterhooks, I always felt protected because I was on Boss Wu's turf.

The truck bumped along the muddy road, and with each bump, Wu San's heart sank a little deeper.

He couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror again.

In the mirror, there is only the dark, rainy night.

But he always felt that something was following him in the darkness.

It's not a car, it's a person, it's eyes.

Wu San pressed the accelerator hard, wanting to get away from this place that made his heart pound as soon as possible.

Just as the truck was about to start, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out from behind a pile of abandoned cement pipes!