Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"Close the net!"

Lei Hu's hoarse voice boomed in the empty underground factory.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud "bang" was heard.

The wire mesh door of the octagon was kicked open by the thugs in suits in the front row.

More than thirty burly men carrying transparent riot shields rolled in in unison, like a moving glacier.

Black Panther was shirtless, and the scar on his chest that ran from his collarbone to his navel was crimson from the tension in his muscles.

His eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, and his hands were gripping the blood-stained hand rope tightly.

"Damn it! Su Ye, you spineless coward!"

The black panther roared, like a wild boar cornered in a dead end, and charged straight at the wall of shields.

"Bang!"

He delivered a powerful right hook, whistling through the air, and slammed it hard into the foremost riot shield.

The transparent polycarbonate shield trembled violently.

The burly man holding the shield grunted and took half a step back, his leather shoes leaving a black mark on the cement ground.

But he was immediately held down by the brothers behind him with their shoulders.

The formation remained completely still.

Black Panther felt a piercing pain in his right finger joints; the bone felt like it was about to crack.

Before he could retract his fist, two riot control forks crackling with eerie blue electricity pierced through the gaps in the shield.

"Get stuck!" Lei Hu shouted from outside using a megaphone.

Two crisp "click" sounds.

A steel fork precisely clamped onto the black panther's thick neck, while the other was pressed firmly against his muscular waist.

The black panther froze, about to struggle.

The stun button on the tip of the steel fork was pressed.

"Sizzle—!"

A weak but highly penetrating microcurrent instantly spread throughout the body.

Black Panther felt as if ten thousand ants had crawled into the cracks of his bones, and his muscles spasmed and twitched uncontrollably.

His body, weighing over 200 pounds, went limp like mud.

His knee slammed heavily onto the moldy canvas mat of the ring.

"Damn it...you guys have no sportsmanship..."

Black Panther rolled its eyes, its tongue lolled out, and a trickle of white foam dribbled from the corner of its mouth.

Ten steel forks were stacked on top of each other, pinning him firmly to an iron pillar in the corner of the arena.

The shield was then pressed down firmly.

Black Panther's fleshy face was distorted by the transparent shield, and his nose was flattened into a meat pie.

Su Ye carried the chipped silver thermos in one hand and slowly walked up the iron steps to the octagonal cage.

A slight breeze stirred up the hem of the coat.

Zhou Ming quickly moved a folding leather chair, wiped it with his sleeve, and placed it behind Su Ye.

Su Ye sat down and crossed his legs.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The lens reflected a sliver of the dim, yellowish light from the basement.

"Martial virtue?"

Su Ye blew on the steam rising from the rim of the cup and took a sip of the warm water infused with plump goji berries.

"Black Panther, did you lose your brain from squatting in the cell?"

He put down his cup and pulled a well-worn red-covered book on criminal law from his pocket.

"Bringing people to the company's premises to provoke trouble and vandalize the reception area is called 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble'."

Su Ye opened the legal code, his fingertips gliding over the densely packed characters.

His tone was as calm as that of an old law professor at a university.

"Arranging a fight and signing a waiver of life or death is called attempted murder or affray."

"According to the current sentencing standards, if you actually beat me to death today, you'd at least get a suspended death sentence."

The black panther, squeezed into a meat patty, was panting heavily.

The rough canvas pad chafed his cheeks, drawing blood.

"Su, Su Ye! Don't try to scare me with these worthless legal clauses!"

Black Panther roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with resentment and humiliation.

"Back when Old Dragon Head was wielding a machete and hacking his way down the south of the city, you were still wearing diapers! In the underworld, it's all about who has the biggest fist!"

Su Ye sighed.

He closed the law book and slammed it on the table with a "bang".

"Director Lei."

"Boss, I'm here!" Lei Hu jogged over, carrying a megaphone.

"Give him a second lesson."

Su Ye closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Let him wake up."

Lei Hu grinned, his centipede-like scars on his face making his smile more frightening than his crying.

He pulled out a well-worn copy of the "Public Security Administration Punishment Law" from his pocket.

It was shoved directly into the riot shield, right against Black Panther's distorted face.

"Leopard, did you see that clearly? Articles 9 and 43."

Lei Hu's hoarse voice echoed throughout the basement.

"Read it to me! Louder!"

Black Panther stared wide-eyed, his mouth tightly shut.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated.

How could he, a dignified underground boxing champion, be forced to carry such effeminate stuff?

"Not going to study?"

Lei Hu sneered and winked at the brother holding the steel fork.

"Sizzle—"

The microcurrent exploded again on the black panther's lower back.

"Awoo!"

Black Panther's eyes rolled back in pain, and his entire body trembled violently.

The tingling, numbing sensation shot straight to the top of my head, and even my bladder felt like it was about to burst.

"I, I miss you!"

Black Panther finally broke down.

He was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the red book outside the shield, his voice trembling with tears.

"Article 43... Anyone who assaults another person or intentionally injures another person..."

"Speak louder! Haven't you eaten yet?!"

Lei Hu held the megaphone and shoved it into the gap in the shield.

The shock made Black Panther's eardrums ache.

"Detention for five to ten days and a fine of two hundred to five hundred yuan!"

Black Panther roared with almost all his might.

Two tears of frustration squeezed out from the corner of his eye, mixed with blood and flowed into his mouth, tasting both salty and bitter.

In the basement.

More than a hundred burly men in black suits stood ramrod straight.

Listen quietly as the former underworld war god is pinned to the ground and forced to read aloud the Public Security Administration Punishment Regulations.

The scene was so absurd it resembled a dark comedy.

Zhou Ming stood behind Su Ye, silently took out a tissue, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He was also an undercover cyber police officer and had seen many hooligans.

But this bizarre tactic of using legal physical means to forcibly educate the public about the law is truly eye-opening.

I read it three times.

Black Panther's voice was completely hoarse, and he was panting heavily like a bellows.

The arrogant and unruly look in his eyes was almost completely worn away by the electric shocks and humiliation.

"Are you convinced now?"

Su Ye leaned back in his chair, his voice remaining steady.

Black Panther remained silent.

His chest heaved violently as he clenched his back teeth.

"Looks like he's still not convinced."

Su Ye stood up and straightened the wrinkles in his trench coat.

"Lei Hu, since he's not adapting to modern society, he's in your hands. Let him reflect here for the night. Remember not to cause any external injuries; we are law-abiding citizens."

After saying that, Su Ye picked up the thermos and turned to walk towards the door.

The leather shoes made a dull echo as they stepped on the metal plate.

"etc!"

The black panther's hoarse voice came from under the shield.

He swallowed hard, his saliva stained with blood, and stared at Su Ye's retreating figure with a complex expression.

"Su Ye...where exactly do you intend to lead the Chamber of Commerce?"

Su Ye paused in his steps.

He didn't turn around, but simply pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Bring it into the sunlight."

Su Ye's voice echoed in the empty basement.

"So that the brothers who risk their lives for us won't have to hide from the police when they get old, will have medical insurance when they are sick, and will not have their children go to school without being pointed at behind their backs and told that their father is a gangster."

"Black Panther, times have changed. Those who only know how to throw punches will either end up getting shot or starving to death in the streets."

The iron gate slammed shut with a loud bang.

They cut off Su Ye's view of his back.

The underground arena fell into a brief silence.

Black Panther was stuck on the pillar, his head buzzing.

Medical insurance? Children's schooling?

He had spent half his life in the underworld and never dared to even think about those words.

He thought Su Ye was a coward.

Unexpectedly, this kid's ambition was even more outrageous than that of Su Sihai, who used a knife to kill people back then.

"Alright, Leopard, stop spacing out."

Lei Hu patted the riot shield and waved to his brothers.

"Let him go, let him go. I need to go back and review the tax law; I'll have my salary docked if I fail the quiz tomorrow morning."

The ten steel forks were all removed in unison.

Black Panther lay sprawled on the canvas mat like a lump of mud.

He was panting heavily, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

He watched as Lei Hu put away the well-worn copy of the "Public Security Administration Punishment Law".

He swallowed hard.

"Tiger..." Black Panther's voice cracked as he stammered.

"Um... that perfect attendance bonus you mentioned earlier, how much does it cost per month?"

three days later.

The lobby on the first floor of Sihai Group.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the gleaming marble floor.

A black Audi A6 with a municipal government license plate slowly pulled up at the main gate.

Today is the day that leaders from the Municipal Civilization Office came to Sihai Group to inspect the "corporate culture construction".

The car had just come to a stop.

At the gate, a burly man, nearly 1.9 meters tall and with broad shoulders and a thick waist, sprang out like a spring.

Black Panther had a shaved head.

His enormous pectoral muscles stretched an ill-fitting white fitted shirt to the point of bursting, and the buttons at the collar were taut.

He was wearing a crooked red tie around his neck.

He quickly walked around to the right rear seat of the Audi, his leather shoes slapping loudly under his feet.

He opened the car door with his left hand and held the edge of the roof tightly with his right.

His back folded instantly, bending into an extremely exaggerated yet standard ninety-degree angle.

On his fleshy face covered in scars, he forced out a bright smile that could scare a child to tears.

"Good morning, sir! Welcome to Sihai Group! Please be careful not to bump your head when getting into the car!"

The booming voice made the Audi's windows vibrate.

Director Li of the Civilization Office, who was just about to get out of the car, was startled by the shout.

His reading glasses were crooked down to the bridge of his nose.

He looked at the doorman outside the car door, who looked like he had just been released from a prison for serious offenders, and his legs went weak.

"This, this..." Director Li stammered, turning to look at Director Li Jianguo who was accompanying him.

Li Jianguo sat in the passenger seat, his eyes red as he stared intently at the black panther outside the car window.

Of course he recognized this underground boxing champion who had once killed someone with a single punch.

just now.

This ruthless killer, dressed in a white shirt, was smiling like a trumpet flower as he opened the car door for his boss!

They even thoughtfully took out a tissue to wipe the car door handle!

Li Jianguo felt his blood pressure surge like a rocket straight to his head.

He gripped the car door handle tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Su Ye..."

Li Jianguo gritted his back teeth, grinding them together with a grinding sound.

"What kind of spell did you cast on these desperados?!"