Hong Kong variety show: I wanted to be a lawyer, but I became a big shot.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a calm reply:

"See you at the station at 7 a.m. tomorrow."

"yes!"

Section Chief Jiang hung up the phone, his eyes brimming with barely concealed excitement:

"If this goes well, I'll get a promotion, and you'll be officially employed."

"I'm divorcing my wife, so we can finally live together peacefully."

"Um."

Li Xinyu softly agreed, leaning against the headboard and gazing at the neon lights blurred by the rain outside the window, a strange unease welling up in her heart.

……

Around 10 p.m., Li Zicheng returned to an ordinary apartment in Jiangbei District.

The two-bedroom apartment was simply decorated. The living room lights were on, and a variety show was playing on the TV.

His wife, Kim In-seo, heard the noise and turned to look:

"Is that Brother Zicheng back?"

Have you eaten yet?

"Yes, I've already eaten."

Lee Ja-sung changed his shoes and went into the bedroom, took off his wet clothes, and went straight into the bathroom.

The warm water washed over my body, cleansing away my fatigue and the damp chill of the rain.

He stood under the shower with his eyes closed, Li Xinyu's words echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Kinmen is about to be completely cleansed, and Section Chief Jiang is about to launch the final operation. His years of undercover work are finally coming to an end.

But a lingering unease remained in his heart.

He had only met Lin Bei once, yet he could clearly sense that the man was extremely dangerous and unfathomable.

After taking a shower, he sat down on the edge of the bed while drying his hair.

Kim In-seo brought a glass of warm water and placed it on the bedside table:

"Your clothes are soaked. Quickly drink some hot water to warm yourself up."

"Okay, thank you, honey."

"I've been too busy with work lately and haven't had time to spend with you."

Kim In-seo gently shook her head, smiled, and kissed his cheek:

"You work so hard for the family, how could I blame you?"

"Get some rest. I'll come and sleep with you after I finish doing the laundry."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

After drinking the water, Li Zicheng lay down, covered himself with the blanket, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Kim In-seo sat by the bed and watched him for a long time. Only after confirming that he was completely asleep did she tiptoe into the living room.

She pulled a small notebook and pen from under the coffee table, flipped to the corresponding date, and wrote down a line:

"I got home at 10 p.m. and was in a stable mood."

"The report mentioned high work pressure and no unusual personnel interactions."

After finishing writing, I hid the notebook, turned off the living room light, and quietly went back to my room.

She has been married to Li Zicheng for five years.

For the past five years, without fail, they have been secretly monitoring and recording his every move.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Hongheung Group building in Seoul.

Wang Jianjun sat in front of the monitor, which was divided into more than a dozen screens, covering the corridor, elevator, lobby, and several special angles corresponding to hotel rooms and apartment building corridors.

He dialed Lin Bei's number and reported in a low voice:

"Mr. Lin, Li Xinyu is having a secret meeting with Jiang Hengzhe at the Gangnam Business Hotel tonight."

"Li Zicheng handed over core intelligence about the Kinmen Group, seemingly preparing to cooperate with the police in their operation."

"Kang Hyung-cheol is going to meet with Director Ko early tomorrow morning, and they will most likely finalize the plan to close in."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Bei was in a private room at a club owned by Kinmen Group, a glass of whiskey between his fingers.

"Keep an eye on it, and report any movement immediately."

"receive!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Bei looked up at Ding Qing on the other end.

Ding Qing and Jimmy clinked glasses, both beaming with smiles.

The table was laden with foreign liquor, fruit platters, and snacks. Three local girls in short skirts sat beside him, one pouring drinks, one serving food, and the other gently stroking Lin Bei's arm with her fingertips.

Lin Bei finished his drink and spoke calmly:

"You all go out first."

The three girls were taken aback and subconsciously looked at Ding Qing.

Although Ding Qing was surprised, he immediately waved his hand:

"Didn't you hear what Mr. Lin said? Get out of here right now!"

"Yes, Mr. Ding."

The three bowed and left, closing the door to the private room completely.

Only three people remained in the private room.

Lin Bei nodded to Jimmy.

Jimmy put down his glass, picked up his cell phone, dialed a number, and said coldly:

"Come in."

Four security guards pushed open the door and entered, each carrying a black equipment case.

The box was opened, revealing a portable detector and a signal scanner.

Ding Qing's smile froze instantly:

"Mr. Lin, what are you doing?"

Lin Bei did not explain, but only signaled the security guards to start the investigation.

The four men, carrying equipment, scanned the private room one by one, leaving no inch untouched—the sofa, the chandelier, the coffee table, the walls.

As Ding Qing watched this scene, his face gradually darkened, and he had already guessed what was going on.

Five minutes later, staff found a miniature camera behind a decorative painting in the corner of the wall.

They then found two more cameras in the sofa compartment, the coffee table hidden compartment, and inside the chandelier.

There were even more listening devices; four were found in a ceiling crack, an air conditioner vent, and a flowerpot base.

Looking at the neatly arranged listening devices on the table, Ding Qing felt as if he had been doused with ice water, his whole body turning cold.

"How...how is this possible?"

His voice trembled, filled with shock.

This private room is the most exclusive private club in Kinmen. Only top executives can enter. Who would dare to tamper with it here?

He suddenly stood up and looked at Lin Bei:

"Mr. Lin, please let me explain..."

Lin Bei raised his hand to interrupt, his tone calm:

"No explanation needed."

"I know you didn't fake these things, but you have to give me an explanation."

He looked at Jimmy again.

Jimmy pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase and spread them out on the table.

"Ding Qing, see for yourself."

The first page of the document contains Li Zicheng's ID photo.

Ding Qing's pupils suddenly contracted:

"What do you mean?"

Lin Bei picked up the document and slowly turned the pages to explain:

"Li Zicheng joined the North Gate Sect five years ago. On the surface, he is your right-hand man and brother-in-arms, but in reality, he is a deep undercover agent planted by the police."

"My direct supervisor is Detective Kang Hyung-cheol, and my liaison is Lee Shin-woo, who runs a Go club."

"Your brother, Li Zicheng, often goes to that Go club to play Go, and he is always under the other side's surveillance."

Lin Bei turned to the next page:

"And there's Shi Wu, another subordinate you trust most. He's also a police informant, but he belongs to a different system, and he and Li Zicheng don't know each other's identities."

Ding Qing's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out; his whole body was stiff.

"Li Xinyu, Jiang Hengzhe's subordinate and lover, is responsible for relaying undercover intelligence."

"This afternoon, Li Zicheng went to the Go club to submit the core dirt on Kinmen and the Spinning Wheel Gang."

"Kang Hyung-cheol has obtained irrefutable evidence. We will hold a meeting first thing tomorrow morning to finalize the plan for a full-scale crackdown."

Lin Bei closed the document and pushed it in front of Ding Qing.

"The people you trust most are all spies planted by the police around you."

"And your confidant brother reports your every move to the police almost every day."

Even if you bring me here to have fun tonight.

"I suspect our conversation will appear in the police report first thing tomorrow morning."

The private room was deathly silent.

Ding Qing's expression shifted from extreme shock to overwhelming anger, and finally settled into a cold calm.