Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Headache.

It felt like a rusty, dull saw was tearing back and forth inside my skull, making me want to bang my head against the wall.

Su Ye gasped sharply, forcing his eyes open.

My vision first blurred with double images, then settled on a large black and white photograph directly in front of me.

The old man in the photo has a fierce look on his face, with a scar running down his chin and staring at him menacingly.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap sandalwood, fermented sweat, and a lingering stench of blood.

Su Ye pressed his throbbing temples as two completely different memories flooded his mind.

One second he was a renowned undercover liaison in the police force, and the next he was hit by a stray bullet during a border clearing operation.

The next second, he became the heir of "Sihai Chamber of Commerce," the largest underground gang in Longhai City in this parallel world.

This young master shares the same name as him, Su Ye.

Because his biological father, the gang leader in the photo, was hacked to death in the street last night, the original owner was consumed by rage.

He couldn't catch his breath and collapsed and died suddenly in front of the funeral hall.

This is what made Su Ye, who was shot and transmigrated, a lucky break.

Su Ye squeezed the body, which had been emptied by wine and women, and then touched the thick gold chain around his neck, which was as thick as a little finger. Cold sweat broke out on his brow.

How could someone be so foolish as to carry around a ten-pound gold nugget without worrying about developing cervical spondylosis?

That was really exciting.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the sticky armrests of the mahogany armchair and looking down into the mourning hall.

The sea of ​​heads stretched as far as the eye could see.

More than two thousand shirtless burly men packed the several hundred square meter Ancestral Hall to the brim.

The group of people had dragon and tiger tattoos that stretched out in one continuous line, dazzling under the dim chandelier.

Each person carried a sharpened watermelon knife, the back of the blade scraping against their trouser legs with a loud screech, exuding a murderous aura.

Standing at the very front was a burly man who was nearly two meters tall and had a face full of scars.

This man is Lei Hu, a double-flower red stick of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce and an absolute loyalist of the old man.

"Your Highness, you're finally awake!" Lei Hu yelled in his hoarse voice.

He strode forward, carrying a still-dripping machete in his hand, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

"The brothers are all waiting for you to speak!" Lei Hu slammed his hand on the offering table, making the incense burner shake.

"Those bastards from the Sanlian Gang have gone too far! The old man can't just die in vain!"

"If you just nod your head, I, Lei Hu, will risk my life today to rip off Hong Tai's head from the Sanlian Gang and use it as a football!"

Lei Hu's shout ignited the emotions of the entire audience.

"Revenge! Blood for blood!"

"Kill that bastard Hong Tai!"

Two thousand watermelon knives were raised in unison, the metallic clang of the clashing blades piercing the eardrums.

The deafening roar almost blew the roof off the ancestral hall.

Su Ye sat in the armchair, watching the group of howling desperados with a blank expression.

If it were the original owner, she would definitely be fired up at this moment and would grab a machete and lead the charge.

But who is he?

He was a cunning old fox who navigated both the legitimate and criminal worlds with ease in his past life, specializing in cleaning up the messes of undercover agents.

Relying on his keen professional instincts from his previous life, Su Ye's mind raced, and he immediately realized the enormous crisis.

Going out in a street brawl at this time? Do these idiots have a death wish?!

It's 2008 now.

According to the original owner's fragmented memories, a tough-minded bureau chief had just been parachuted into Longhai City to crack down on organized crime.

The special operation codenamed "Thunder" to crack down on organized crime was quietly launched last night.

The old man was hacked to death in the street at this critical juncture; it was clearly someone deliberately escalating the conflict.

They were just waiting for the two thousand-plus members of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce to lose their minds and rush into the streets with controlled knives.

As long as this group of people dares to step out of the Ancestral Hall today.

Waiting for them outside were definitely a fully armed riot police squad and rows of riot guns.

Organizing armed brawls, involvement in organized crime, and endangering public safety—with this series of actions, the Sihai Chamber of Commerce will be wiped off the face of the earth tonight.

And this newly appointed crown prince, who led the charge, will probably spend the rest of his life working as a sewing machine in prison.

Seeing that Su Ye remained silent for a long time, the atmosphere below gradually became a bit awkward.

A gaunt old man standing next to Lei Hu coughed ominously.

The old man was Bai Laogui, a veteran of the Chamber of Commerce. He was holding two walnuts with a patina in his hand, which he was spinning around with a crackling sound.

"Your Highness, if you're scared, just say so." Old Bai gave a forced, insincere smile.

"The old master's revenge cannot go unavenged. If you are not up to the task, your uncles can take over the businesses under your management."

These words made the air in the mourning hall seem to be filled with explosives.

Several senior hall masters exchanged glances, lowered their knives slightly, and looked at each other with amusement.

A scarred-faced gang leader next to him sneered, "Yeah, young master, if you wet your pants, you'd better give up your chair."

Enraged, Lei Hu's forehead veins bulged, and he raised his knife to strike: "I'll curse your ancestors! Let's see who dares to take advantage of our misfortune!"

"What? Lei Hu, you want to rebel first?" The men brought by Bai Laogui also drew their swords instantly, and the two groups clashed directly.

The blades were pointed at each other; they were just a tiny spark away from exploding into dust.

A dead end is looming ahead.

Moving forward, you'll face the gun barrels of the special police; moving backward, you'll face the elders' attempt to seize power.

Su Ye gritted his teeth, enduring the weakness caused by excessive fatigue, and slowly stood up.

He reached out and tugged at his collar; the suit was too tight and felt uncomfortable.

Then, in full view of everyone, he did something that surprised everyone.

Su Ye raised his leg and kicked over the brazier in front of him where paper money was being burned.

With a loud crash, sparks and paper dust flew everywhere.

The once noisy ancestral hall suddenly became deathly silent, as if the power had been forcibly cut off.

All eyes were now on this usually weak and incompetent crown prince.

Su Ye's face was cold, his eyes like icy knives, scraping across Lei Hu and Bai Laogui's faces one by one.

It was a terrifying sense of oppression that only those in power possessed, a true sense of control over life and death.

Old Bai was stared at by that gaze, and the walnut in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and he involuntarily took half a step back.

Lei Hu was also stunned; he felt that the young master in front of him was like a completely different person.

He had only ever seen that kind of look, like someone staring at a dead man, on ruthless characters who had actually taken dozens of lives.

Su Ye took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of cheap incense, letting the pungent smoke irritate his lungs.

With the pent-up frustration in his chest completely suppressed, he turned around and grabbed the black microphone on the altar used for reading eulogies.

When you strain your fingers, your knuckles turn pale.

The piercing sound of electricity penetrated the entire mourning hall, causing several of the younger men in the front row to quickly cover their ears.

Su Ye coldly looked down at the two thousand rioters below who were poised to attack, and slowly raised the microphone.

"Lei Hu, you just said you were going to rip someone's head off and use it as a football?"