Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The air in the lobby on the first floor of Sihai Group was chilly.

The central air conditioning was blowing out cold air.

Ah Long fell onto the marble floor, his white glove leaving a glaring black mark on the ground.

He gasped in pain, rubbing his lower back as he got up.

She didn't dare to get angry, but instead quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on her white shirt.

"Ouch... sir, please don't hit me. If you're not satisfied with our service, you can complain at the front desk."

Ah Long habitually forced out a smile that revealed eight teeth, and bent down to help Black Panther.

Black Panther's eye twitched, and he slapped Ah Long's hand with his backhand.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

"Complain? I'll complain to your mother!"

Black Panther glared with his bull-like eyes, the veins on his neck bulging with rage, like several twisted earthworms.

He grabbed Ah Long by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

"Ah Long! You fucking look who I am! I'm Black Panther! The Black Panther who led you through thirteen streets in the south of the city back in the day!"

Ah Long paused for a moment, then squinted and looked at it carefully.

The man in front of me had a shaved head, wore a yellowed tank top, and was covered in muscle and knife scars.

"Leopard...Brother Leopard?!"

Ah Long was so frightened that his legs cramped, and he blurted out.

"You...you left early? You didn't follow the proper procedures to report it! My perfect attendance bonus for this month is going to be docked!"

"Perfect attendance bonus?"

Black Panther laughed in anger, a laugh that was more like a grimace.

He slammed Ah Long onto the floor.

"I've spent three years in jail, dreaming of getting out and taking over your territory so I can live the high life! And all you're thinking about is your perfect attendance bonus?!"

The receptionist in the lobby was terrified, her face turning pale, and she shakily grabbed the internal phone.

The elevator doors slid open with a "ding".

Lei Hu strode out.

He was wearing a tight black suit, clutching a half-read copy of the "Company Law" in his hand, and his bald head was covered in white sweat from nervousness.

"What's all the fuss about! This is damaging the company's image and will cost you your performance bonus this month..."

Before Lei Hu could finish speaking, he looked up and met Black Panther's murderous face, and abruptly stopped.

The leather shoes scraped against the marble, making a harsh, screeching sound.

"Black... Black Panther? You're out?"

Lei Hu swallowed hard and subconsciously hid the red book in his hand behind his back.

Black Panther narrowed his eyes and looked Lei Hu up and down.

Looking at his cheap suit that looked like he was selling insurance, and the ridiculous white hair on his shiny bald head.

Black Panther spat a mouthful of thick, bloody phlegm onto the ground.

"Lei Hu, you spineless bastard."

Black Panther strode over, his leather shoes thumping loudly on the ground.

"Su Sihai entrusted you with the security business back then, and this is how you manage your men?"

He pointed to the hall full of young men dressed in suits and ties.

"Dressed like a pimp, bowing to everyone you see! You bunch of good-for-nothings have completely disgraced me!"

Lei Hu's face turned pale and then red, and the centipede scar twitched with the corner of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

"Leopard, watch your mouth. Times have changed."

Lei Hu stammered for a moment, trying hard to recall the words Su Ye had taught him.

"We are now a legitimate and law-abiding company! We believe in conducting business in a civilized manner!"

"Legal my ass!"

Black Panther suddenly grabbed Lei Hu's suit tie and yanked it hard.

Lei Hu was so choked that his eyes rolled back, and the copy of the Company Law in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Black Panther stomped on the red leather codex, grinding it hard with the sole of his shoe.

"Being in the underworld is being in the underworld! Taking territory with knives, eating meat and drinking blood—that's the rule!"

He glanced around at the suit-clad underlings who were keeping their distance, his eyes filled with contempt and arrogance.

"That pretty boy Su Ye is a coward. What kind of career change is he trying to make? I don't care."

Black Panther loosened Lei Hu's tie, ripped off his tank top, revealing his powerful chest muscles covered in scars.

"Go tell Su Ye. The Four Seas Chamber of Commerce's empire was won by us old brothers who risked our lives!"

"He wants to be a legitimate businessman? Fine. Give him back all the brothels, underground casinos, and loan shark operations in the south of the city!"

Lei Hu rubbed his neck, which was red from being strangled, and coughed twice.

He bent down to pick up the dirty copy of the "Company Law" and dusted it off.

He stared at the black panther as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Leopard, what you're doing is called provoking trouble. The boss doesn't like to solve problems with violence."

Lei Hu took half a step back and pulled out a walkie-talkie from his waist.

"You'd better leave now, or I'll have to deal with you according to the Public Security Administration Punishment Law."

"Take me down?"

Black Panther burst into wild laughter, his voice so loud it made the echo chamber in the hall reverberate.

"With these cowards under your command who can't even hold a knife?"

"Fine." Black Panther pointed to the surveillance camera above his head, his eyes filled with malice.

"Tell Su Ye, tonight at midnight, the shipyard's underground arena. I'm following the rules of the underworld, submitting a death warrant!"

"If he has even a drop of Su Sihai's guts, then he should come and fight me."

"We'll determine who's superior and who's inferior, and we'll decide life and death! If he wins, my life is his; if he loses, he'll obediently step down and yield the throne to me!"

After saying that, Black Panther shoved aside the terrified Ah Long.

He strode out of the glass revolving door, shirtless.

A large hall was left with a group of dumbfounded thugs in suits.

The chairman's office on the top floor.

Su Ye leaned back in the leather chair, holding a thermos in his hand.

His gaze passed over the gold-rimmed glasses and fell on the "life-or-death contract" on the table, written in cursive script with a brush and stained with a few drops of chicken blood.

The paper emitted a strong, earthy smell.

The air was deathly silent.

Chen Suan stood in front of the table, clutching his stomach tightly, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Boss, boss." Chen Suan pushed up his black-rimmed glasses that had slipped down.

"Has Black Panther gone mad? These days, who does one-on-one fights? Maybe... I should just call the police and accuse him of disorderly conduct?"

Su Ye slowly unscrewed the cup lid and blew on the plump goji berries on the surface of the water.

"Why call the police? He just got out and hasn't committed any actual crime yet. The police will only detain him for fifteen days at most."

He took a sip of warm water, the warm liquid sliding down his throat.

"These old-fashioned gangsters only have fists and rules in their minds."

Su Ye put down his water glass and tapped the bloodstained challenge letter with his slender fingers.

"Since he cherishes old traditions so much, let's grant his wish. Let's give him a vivid lesson in legal education."

Lei Hu stood to the side, rubbing his bald head, looking troubled.

"Boss, that Black Panther kid's a former underground boxer, he doesn't hold back. How about I take a few of my buddies and break his legs first..."

Su Ye raised his eyes and gave Lei Hu a cold look.

Lei Hu immediately shut his mouth, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"Director Lei, did you waste your time memorizing the Criminal Law?"

Su Ye's voice was calm, yet carried an extremely strong sense of pressure.

"We are a legitimate business. How can we break someone's leg so easily? That's intentional assault."

He stood up, the hem of his coat drawing a sharp arc in the air.

"Go notify the security department. We'll have to work overtime tonight and issue everyone the new equipment. Let's go to the shipyard for a legal education team-building activity."

It's 11:30 p.m.

Abandoned shipyard in the eastern suburbs.

The enormous gantry crane stood like a steel monster in the night.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, howled through the rusty tin factory buildings.

The underground arena, converted from an underground air-raid shelter, was stuffy and humid.

Several dim, high-wattage searchlights illuminated the octagonal cage in a stark white light.

Black Panther was shirtless, wearing only a pair of camouflage shorts.

His hands were bound with rough white hand ropes, which were still stained with dried blood from his previous boxing matches.

He paced back and forth in the ring like a restless wild beast.

Heavy breathing echoed in the empty basement.

"Bang!"

The heavy iron gate was kicked open from the outside.

A strong sea breeze rushed in, dispelling the musty smell inside.

Black Panther stopped, grinning maliciously as he clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.

"Su Ye, you've got some guts, kid!"

He stared intently at the doorway.

From the darkness outside the door came a series of uniform, heavy footsteps.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Every step felt like stepping on someone's heart.

Su Ye, wearing a black trench coat and with his hands in his pockets, slowly walked into the halo of the searchlight.

The gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold, icy light.

He did not take off his clothes, nor did he tie his hands with rope.

Just when Black Panther thought he was going to show off and have a one-on-one fight.

Suddenly, a dark mass of figures surged in from behind Su Ye.

More than one hundred key personnel from the security department, dressed in black stab-proof vests and wearing riot helmets.

Like a black steel Great Wall, it instantly surrounded the octagon, making it completely impassable.

"Whoosh!"

One hundred transparent riot shields, each about half a person's height, slammed onto the concrete ground simultaneously with a resounding crash.

Followed by.

The fifty burly men in the front row raised their two-meter-long black riot control forks, equipped with high-voltage electric shocks.

The tip of the steel fork flickered with a ghostly blue arc of electricity.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of electricity filled the basement, sending chills down one's spine.

The black panther's maniacal laughter froze instantly.

He looked down at his hands, which were wrapped in rags, and then at the rows of steel forks outside, flashing with electricity.

His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Su Ye! What the hell are you doing?! You dare bring people to ruin my place?!"

Black Panther pointed at Su Ye, his voice cracking, filled with undisguised terror.

"The rules of the underworld! A one-on-one duel! It's not just about who's better, it's about life and death! What kind of man are you, bringing a riot squad!"

Su Ye slowly pulled a chipped thermos from his pocket.

I unscrewed the cap and took a sip of warm water.

"The rules of the underworld?"

Su Ye pushed up his glasses, his tone as calm as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather.

"Comrade Black Panther, we live in a society governed by the rule of law. Group fighting is punishable by a minimum three-year sentence. As a legitimate entrepreneur, I have an obligation to stop your illegal and criminal activities."

He turned to look at Lei Hu, who was holding a large red megaphone beside him.

"Director Lei, begin the uniform process."

Lei Hu grinned, his centipede scar twisting into an excited arc.

He raised a megaphone, and his gruff voice shook the ring.

"Security Department, listen up! Proceed with the first restraint plan and close in!"