Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The top floor of Zhongtian Passenger Transport Building in Longhai City.

The outdoor asphalt road surface was softened by the sun, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of cheap gasoline.

The air conditioning in the office was set to 16 degrees Celsius.

The air vents were spewing out cold air, but they couldn't quell the restlessness filling the room.

"Beep beep beep—"

The three landline phones on the rosewood desk rang incessantly, like a death knell.

Chu Zhongtian was shirtless, and a tuft of black hair on his chest was stuck together in strands by sweat.

Frustrated, he unbuckled his belt and grabbed the red landline microphone in the middle.

The large, knuckled fingers were clenched until they turned white.

"Boss! We can't get any customers at the train station exit!"

The receiver carried my younger brother's tearful voice, accompanied by a background noise of car horns blaring.

"Those bastards in white shirts are stealing customers without any manners! They've lured all the customers away!"

The veins on Chu Zhongtian's temples throbbed.

Spit sprayed onto the microphone.

"Useless! You guys also have four wheels and a steering wheel, go ahead and rob them! Block them with your car in the middle of the road!"

He then grabbed the Nokia phone that was vibrating incessantly next to him.

I pressed the answer button, and my finger made a "click" sound as I pressed the key.

"Brother Chu... we really can't pay the wedding gift money today. The brothers have been holed up in the university town for half a day and haven't even caught a fly."

The voice on the other end of the phone was trembling.

"An old man complained that our car smelled of foot odor. As soon as he turned his head, the Sihai group bowed at a 90-degree angle."

"They even used the car door as a handrail for the old man! We can't compete like this!"

Chu Zhongtian felt a buzzing sound in his head.

All the blood rushed to the top of his head.

He smashed his phone against the white wall opposite.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The Nokia screen shattered, and plastic parts were scattered all over the floor.

"Use your hands as a stepping stone? Don't you have hands?! Why don't you break his legs and drag him into the car?!"

Chu Zhongtian was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He kicked over the leather sofa next to him.

The blond-haired thug pushed the door open and stood timidly against the doorframe.

He was covered in sweat, clutching a copy of the evening paper that had just been printed that day.

The edges of the newspaper were soaked with sweat.

"Brother Chu... things are in complete chaos outside."

Yellow Hair swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. "The streets are full of people using Sihai ride-hailing services now."

"They say they don't take detours, and they even play some kind of piano music in their cars. People are calling us unlicensed taxis."

Chu Zhongtian's eye twitched violently.

He suddenly turned around and grabbed the purple clay teapot on the table that he usually used to show off his refined taste.

It crashed directly to the ground.

Brown tea and tea leaves splattered all over Huang Mao's trouser leg.

"White gloves? Piano music? Has Su Ye lost his mind!"

Chu Zhongtian gritted his teeth, grinding them together with a sickening crunching sound.

"Since when did it become the turn of people in white shirts to dictate the streets of Longhai City?"

He's been operating in this area for over a decade, relying on the hundreds of unlicensed taxi drivers he has who are willing to attack people with knives.

They monopolize the train and bus stations; anyone who dares to steal their business will have their legs crippled.

Now tell him he has to make money by bowing and smiling?

This is practically shitting on his old face.

Chu Zhongtian walked to the corner of the wall and ripped off the landscape painting hanging there.

The old-fashioned, dusty safe was revealed behind it.

The gold Rolex on his wrist gleamed blindingly.

The safe's turntable clicked and clacked.

The iron gate opened, and a musty smell of old banknotes wafted out.

Chu Zhongtian casually pulled out 50,000 yuan in cash, without even breaking the seal.

He turned around and slammed hard into the blond-haired man's chest.

The blond-haired man didn't catch it properly, and several stacks of red bills fell to the ground.

"Go to the hardware and building materials market. Buy grade 3 rebar and cut it into half-meter lengths. Also, get some baseball bats."

Chu Zhongtian's rough voice revealed undisguised violence.

The blond-haired man squatted on the ground picking up the money, his hands trembling. "Boss, are you really going to smash it? Those are people from the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce..."

Chu Zhongtian grabbed the blond-haired man by the collar and lifted him up from the ground.

"The Sihai Chamber of Commerce is nothing but a bunch of spineless domestic helpers! When I was a teenager stabbing people with a knife at the train station, Su Ye was still wearing open-crotch pants!"

He released his grip, and the blond-haired man staggered back two steps.

"Have the brothers meet at the repair shop on the outskirts of the city at nine o'clock tonight."

"Tell the drivers below, if you want to keep your jobs, bring your weapons."

At the same time.

The top-floor office of Sihai Group.

The air conditioning temperature is just right.

Su Ye leaned back in the leather chair, his fingers slowly rubbing the inside of the stainless steel thermos.

Steam rose in wisps.

He blew on the plump goji berries floating on the water and took a sip.

The office door was pushed open.

Chen Suan clutched his stomach and walked in unsteadily.

Two dark circles hung under his eyes, and his slipped black-rimmed glasses were hanging only on the tip of his nose.

"Boss... Chu Zhongtian has made a move."

Chen Suan placed a thick stack of A4 papers on his desk.

The edges of the paper were slightly curled, and it smelled of printer toner.

"Our informant in the Economic Crime Investigation Department said they sent people to the hardware market to buy several hundred steel pipes. They're probably going to cause trouble at the train station tonight."

Su Ye didn't even lift his eyelids, swallowing the warm water in his mouth.

The warm liquid slid down my throat into my stomach, bringing a soothing sensation.

"Steel pipe? Is it hard enough?"

He reached out and touched the A4 paper on the table.

"Have the damage assessment reports been printed?"

Chen Suan gasped in pain and grimaced.

"One thousand copies were printed. The price of the original glass parts, lost work fees, depreciation fees..."

He tapped a few times on the keyboard, "And the indirect interest losses caused by the car being vandalized, which affected the Yu'ebao fund pool. All of that is included."

Su Ye nodded in satisfaction and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

The lens reflected a cold light.

"Notify the legal department to bring calculators; they'll be working overtime tonight."

Chen Suan was taken aback. "Huh? Aren't you going to have Director Lei take the security team with you?"

"In a society governed by the rule of law, what's the point of bringing security guards? We need to be reasonable."

Su Ye put the lid on the cup, making a crisp "click" sound.

"Prepare plenty of bottled water to take with you. It'll be hot at night, and we don't want Boss Chu's men to smash our cars and leave us thirsty."

It's 9:30 p.m.

An abandoned auto repair shop on the outskirts of the city.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of waste engine oil and the rancid smell of cheap beer.

More than three hundred unemployed people and thugs were squatting noisily on the cement ground, smoking.

The red cigarette butts flickered in the shadows, like the restless eyes of wild beasts.

"Clang—"

A bundle of freshly cut rebar was thrown on the ground, the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Yellow Hair stood on a pile of broken tires and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Come grab your weapons, everyone! Brother Chu has said that tonight, smashing a car will earn you five hundred yuan in cash!"

The crowd instantly became restless.

The shirtless men huddled together, their backs smeared with sweat and grime.

"Can these people from all over the world fight?"

A skinny, blond-haired man, looking like a monkey, twirled the baseball bat in his hand, a little nervous.

The fat man chewing betel nut next to him spat out a mouthful of red liquid, his face full of disdain.

"Fight my ass! I saw it during the day; their people now bow and greet guests with 'Hello!' Their bones have gone limp!"

A black, older model Mercedes slowly drove into the repair shop.

The car door opened.

Chu Zhongtian, wearing a floral shirt, strode down the street.

He stepped into an oil-filled puddle with his leather shoes, splashing up a few drops of black water, but he was completely unaware.

The fat on her belly jiggled with each step.

Looking at his underlings wielding steel pipes all over the yard, he felt the blood rushing to his head.

A long-lost urge to destroy everything with violence surged through my chest.

This is the proper code of conduct in Longhai City.

What law are we talking about? What kind of suit and tie should we wear?

The sound of a steel pipe shattering a windshield is the most beautiful symphony.

"Listen up, all of you!"

Chu Zhongtian's rough voice boomed through the night sky.

"Tonight, go to the train station and bus station. Just look for white cars with the Sihai brand."

He reached out and took a half-meter-long piece of rebar, weighing it in his hand.

His eyes were sinister.

"No more talk, just smash it! Cripple the car and the people inside!"

Three hundred men raised their weapons and erupted in a chaotic cacophony of shouts and curses.

Ten dilapidated Jinbei vans and dozens of unlicensed bread trucks roared to life as they started up.

The exhaust fumes were so strong that people couldn't open their eyes.

It's 11 p.m.

On the auxiliary road outside the south square of the train station.

The first Jinbei van stalled.

Huang Mao leaned out of the passenger seat and whispered to Chu Zhongtian in the back seat.

My throat is dry.

"Brother Chu, we've scouted the spot. Hundreds of white cars are lined up in the square."

The blond-haired man blinked, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.

"But I didn't see Lei Hu, nor did I see a single security guard in a black suit. There wasn't even a man with a baton."

Chu Zhongtian spat out the unlit cigar from his mouth and crushed a cigarette butt on the ground with his leather shoe.

He grinned, revealing two front teeth stained yellow from smoking.

"No security guards? Su Ye, that little brat, is just a bookworm who's only had a couple of years of schooling. He'd be scared out of his wits and hiding by now."

Chu Zhongtian pushed open the car door, grabbed the steel pipe, and jumped out.

"Brothers, grab your weapons and get out of the car! Tonight, don't leave a single one of them alive!"