Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

3 PM.

Under the shade of trees outside the abandoned air-raid shelter.

The door of the beat-up Santana slammed shut with a bang.

Shen Qinghan didn't turn around. Stepping on the sticky asphalt on the road, she quickly walked towards the bus stop across the street.

His thin back conveyed a sense of despair and resolute determination.

The train carriage was as stuffy as a steamer.

Li Jianguo stared intently at the receding figure outside the windshield.

The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched violently twice.

"They've rebelled! They've all fucking rebelled!"

He turned around abruptly and slapped the center console.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The enamel mug on top was blown away and smashed into the passenger-side window.

He bounced back into his seat and rolled onto the pile of "Luban Prize" certificates that Gao Qiang had just left behind.

The remaining half-jar of herbal tea was spilled everywhere, soaking the edges of the red certificate.

"Chief! Don't smash it! That's..."

Gao Qiang squatted outside the car door, rubbing his hands together with heartache. He wanted to reach out and wipe the water off the certificate, but he didn't dare to run into the line of fire.

That was the highest honor he had ever received in his life, and he planned to take it home and present it to his wife as a precious keepsake.

"Shut up!"

Li Jianguo pointed at Gao Qiang, his fingers trembling.

"Look at yourself, so pathetic! Two million and you're all spineless?!"

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The veins on his neck bulged out like earthworms.

"You bunch of young people, what do you know about the underworld!"

Li Jianguo's eyes were red, and he spat on the steering wheel.

He reached into his shirt pocket for the cigarette pack.

After searching for a long time, all I found was a shriveled, empty shell.

Frustrated, he crumpled the empty box into a ball and smashed it against the muddy ground through the car window.

"Captain Gu! You tell her! You talk to that blockhead Shen Qinghan!"

He turned his head and shouted at the back seat.

"How did Su Sihai rise to power back then! How many lives did he have on his hands!"

Captain Gu sat in the back row, his bloodshot eyes blinking twice.

He swallowed hard and subconsciously touched the scar on the back of his head.

As my fingertips rubbed against the raised skin, my scalp tingled.

"Director... Comrade Shen has a point. Su Ye really didn't do those dirty tricks. Our Economic Investigation Team checked his tax receipts one by one."

Team Leader Gu's voice sounded unsteady, clearly lacking confidence.

"Paying taxes?! Does paying taxes make you a good person?!"

Li Jianguo raised his voice, which buzzed in the narrow carriage.

He ripped open the top button of his collar and felt the collar was so tight he could hardly breathe.

"Disguise! This is all fucking high-level disguise!"

He was like a stubborn donkey forced into a dead end, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"The cleaner he appears, the more terrifyingly large his ambitions are!"

Li Jianguo gritted his back teeth, grinding them together in a sickening crunching sound.

"Using a legal facade to launder shady money! Using the guise of charity to create an indestructible shield for themselves!"

His eyes were bloodshot with obsessive intensity.

"Once we let our guard down, once he has the lifeline of the entire city in his hands, who will be able to touch him then?!"

Gao Qiang squatted outside and muttered something under his breath.

"But the director... he really didn't let me launder money while I was on the construction site. He just forced me to memorize the 'Regulations on the Administration of Construction Project Quality'."

"Shut up! Go back to your construction site!"

Li Jianguo pointed outside the car and shouted.

"Remember who you are! You're a police officer, not a contractor for Sihai Construction!"

Gao Qiang shrank back in fright and hurriedly stuffed the certificate on the chair into his woven bag.

He slunk away with the bag, his leather shoes splashing mud and water as he stepped into the mud puddles.

Only Li Jianguo's heavy breathing could be heard inside the car.

Captain Gu sat in the back and sighed.

"Director, Comrade Shen seems a bit off. Should we really send her to Haikou?"

Li Jianguo was silent for a while, then rummaged through the glove compartment in the passenger seat and pulled out a half-pack of crumpled red plum blossoms.

Take out one and light it.

He took a deep breath, and the pungent smell of the cheap tobacco made him cough twice.

"We have to go."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes turning unusually cold and sharp.

"Sihai Group's cash flow has been too fast lately, with Yu Libao receiving tens of millions every day. This is definitely not normal."

"The branch office in Haikou was just registered, which is the best channel for their funds to flow out."

Li Jianguo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and crushed it out.

"Tell the economic crime investigation and cyber police to monitor Su Ye's accounts around the clock. If he makes any suspicious transfers of money abroad..."

"Close the net immediately!"

At the same time.

The main gate of the Third Prison in the northern suburbs of Longhai City.

The iron gate slammed open from the inside with a loud clang, producing a dull metallic scraping sound.

The September sun was quite scorching, shining brightly and blindingly on the asphalt road.

A burly man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, walked out with heavy steps.

He had a shaved head and wore a faded, old tank top.

His exposed arms were bulging with muscles like rocks, covered with hideous knife scars and cigarette burn marks.

This is Black Panther, the former absolute overlord of underground boxing in Longhai City and a double-flower red stick of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce.

Black Panther squinted, adjusting his eyes to the bright light outside.

He twisted his thick neck, and his joints cracked.

A sneer of arrogance curled at the corner of his mouth.

Three years.

I've finally come out.

According to the rules of the underworld, when a "red stick" (a high-ranking criminal) is released from prison, at least a convoy of dozens of Land Rovers should come to pick him up.

Hundreds of henchmen, dressed in black suits, bowed and called out "Brother Leopard."

Then they booked the city's largest nightclub for a welcome-back party.

Black Panther rubbed his calloused hands together and excitedly looked up at the other side of the road.

The smile froze on his face.

There is no Land Rover fleet.

There were no underlings dressed in black suits calling him "Big Brother".

The wide road was deserted, without a single soul in sight.

Only a gust of sultry breeze swept up a few fallen leaves, which rolled past his feet.

"Damn, where are they?"

Black Panther frowned, his facial muscles bulging together.

He spat on the ground.

Just as I was wondering, I heard the buzzing sound of an electric vehicle motor coming from afar.

A dilapidated electric tricycle painted yellow with the words "Sihai Jisuda" wobbled and swayed as it rode around the corner.

Kim Jong-un's massive body was crammed into the driver's seat like a mountain of flesh.

The fat jiggled with the bumps of the car.

He was wearing a tight-fitting yellow delivery uniform and a reflective safety helmet.

"squeak--"

The tricycle braked suddenly in front of the black leopard, the brake pads screeching.

Kim Jong-un took off his helmet with one hand and wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel draped around his neck.

A simple, honest smile appeared on his oily face.

"Brother Leopard! You're out of prison! I've come to pick you up on behalf of the company!"

Black Panther stared blankly at the fat man in front of him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He pointed at the tricycle with "GG for takeout" printed on it, his fingers trembling.

"Sanpang... what the hell are you doing? Where's the convoy? Where's Lei Hu? Where's that kid Su Ye?!"

Black Panther grabbed Sanpang by the collar, the force of which nearly pulled Sanpang off the car.

"I spent three years in there, and you come out and pick me up in a beat-up tricycle?!"

Sanpang was so choked that his eyes rolled back, and he quickly patted the back of Black Panther's hand.

"Ahem... Brother Leopard, let go! If your clothes are torn, you'll be charged a 500 yuan depreciation fee!"

Black Panther, enraged, laughed and abruptly released his grip.

"Depreciation fees? You, a gangster, are talking to me about depreciation fees?"

He pointed at Kim Jong-un's yellow skin, so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"You used to be a top-notch fighter who could wield a sledgehammer with one hand! Now you're delivering takeout?!"

Kim Jong-un straightened his collar and retorted in a gruff voice.

"What's wrong with delivering food? The boss said we're a legal logistics company now. Last month I was the top-performing delivery driver, earning over 20,000 yuan in commission, and I even contributed to my housing provident fund."

"Legal my ass!"

Black Panther kicked the tire of the tricycle, causing the vehicle to shake violently.

His temples were bulging with veins, and he was breathing heavily.

"Old Dragon Head has only been gone a few years, and this coward Su Ye has already disgraced the Chamber of Commerce!"

Back in the day, Black Panther used his iron fists to kill two Thai boxing champions in underground rings.

This secured half of Longhai City for the Sihai Chamber of Commerce.

Now look what's happened! A bunch of guys who used knives to attack people have all gone to deliver food?

"Get in! Take me back to headquarters!"

Black Panther ripped open the plastic canopy at the back of the tricycle and bent down to crawl inside.

I sat crampedly in the narrow carriage, my knees pressed against my chin.

"Brother Leopard, hold on tight. I have to deliver a local express package on the way, so I can't be late."

Sanpang twisted the throttle, and the electric scooter let out a scream as it sped forward.

Half an hour later.

Below the headquarters building of Sihai Group.

Black Panther climbed out of the tricycle and looked at the towering office building in front of him.

Two security guards, dressed in crisp white shirts and wearing white gloves, stood at the entrance.

He bent down at a 90-degree angle to open the glass door for a customer who was entering.

"Hello! Welcome to Sihai Group!"

The loud voice pierced the black panther's eardrums, causing them to ache.

He could see the faces of the two security guards clearly.

One was Ah Long, the troublemaker who used to collect protection money on South Street, and the other was Qiang Ge, a crazy guy who fought recklessly.

Now they're all grinning like flowers, working as doormen!

Black Panther felt all the blood rush to his head.

He rushed over and grabbed Ah Long by the collar of his white shirt.

"Fuck you! Since when did it become our place, the people of Sihai, to bow down to others in Longhai City?!"

He tossed Ah Long to the ground like he was throwing a chick.

An angry roar echoed through the office building lobby.

"Tell Su Ye to get down here! I'm going to teach him a lesson today about how to write the rules of the underworld!"