Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The sea breeze blew into the abandoned shipyard through the rusty exhaust fans.

It brought with it a salty, murky smell of dead fish mixed with the odor of cheap paint.

In the very center of the factory, a newly erected octagonal cage stage set was still reflecting the lights.

This is the location where Sihai Film and Television Media prepared to shoot its first corporate promotional video after its establishment.

A used Arri camera is mounted on the track.

The lens cap is still on.

Su Ye sat in a canvas folding chair behind the monitor.

A black coat was casually draped over the back of a chair.

He held the chipped silver stainless steel thermos in his hand and tapped the inside of the cup lightly twice with his knuckle.

"Clang—!"

The metal gate was violently kicked open from the outside.

The sunlight cast long, dark shadows on the concrete ground.

Black Panther was shirtless, and the centipede scar on his chest heaved violently with his heavy breathing.

He was carrying a sharpened machete.

The back of the knife was still stained with dried blood from who knows how many years ago.

Behind him followed seven or eight of his old loyal followers, all shirtless and tattooed with tigers descending the mountain.

"Su Ye! I refuse to accept this!"

Black Panther's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, and his eyes were bloodshot with rage.

He strode over the cables on the ground, pointing the machete in his hand at the man behind the monitor.

"Last time in the basement, I got ambushed by your bunch of crappy electric forks! What kind of hero are you!"

Black Panther spat hard on the ground, the spittle landing on the edge of the camera track.

"There's no one else here today. Do you dare to act like a man and stand on this stage you've set up?"

He patted his sunken chest muscles forcefully.

"Let's have a real fight!"

Chen Suan stood next to the monitor.

With his left hand tightly clutching his acid-filled stomach, he clutched a stack of pay slips for extras in his right hand.

He looked at Black Panther as if he were an idiot, and let out a sour burp with a coffee-like smell.

"Are you out of your mind? We charge several thousand dollars for a minute of lost work here."

Su Ye didn't respond.

He unscrewed the thermos, and the steam fogged up the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses.

I blew on the plump goji berries on the water's surface.

I took a sip.

His Adam's apple slid up and down slightly.

"Director Lei," Su Ye said calmly, swallowing warm water.

"Boss, I'm here!"

Lei Hu crawled out from behind the camera.

His bald head was covered in fine beads of sweat, and he was clutching half a roll of red tape in his hand.

"These extras aren't following the script. They've added a bit too much screen time."

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

"Then let's correct them. Props team, go!"

Black Panther hadn't yet realized what "props group" meant.

Suddenly, the sound of uniform leather shoes clattering echoed from the shadows where building materials were piled up on both sides of the factory.

"Knock knock knock".

One hundred burly security guards dressed in black stab-proof vests emerged.

Thirty transparent polymer riot shields instantly erected a cold plastic wall in front of Black Panther.

"Damn! They're doing this again!"

Black Panther's eyes were bloodshot as he raised his machete and slashed at the shield at the front.

"when!"

The blade chipped at the edge, and sparks flew everywhere.

The shield remained completely still.

The burly man holding the shield didn't even blink, his shoulder pressed firmly against the back of the shield.

"Advance your formation! Block him!"

Lei Hu picked up a large red and white plastic megaphone and roared.

The shield wall rolled over like a bulldozer.

The few loyal followers behind Black Panther hadn't even had a chance to swing their steel pipes yet.

A dozen or so electrified black riot control forks emerged like venomous snakes from the gaps in the shields.

"Click, click."

Extremely accurate.

The steel fork directly jammed the black panther's collarbone, waist, and wrist.

The shield slammed forward.

Black Panther's 200-pound body was forcefully pushed onto the newly erected arena set.

"Bang!"

He was pinned tightly against the iron pillar in the corner of the ring.

The cold iron pillar pressed against his spine.

The transparent shields piled up one after another, squeezing his face out of shape.

With its nose pressed against the polymer material, its breath exhaled a cloud of white mist.

"Su, Su Ye! You have the guts to fight me one-on-one! What kind of skill is it to intimidate me with this kind of thing!"

Black Panther twisted his neck frantically, but the machete had long since fallen to some unknown corner of the stage.

His muscles were stretched to their limit, yet he couldn't even move his little finger.

Su Ye stood up from the canvas chair.

Holding a thermos, he slowly and methodically walked up the wooden stairs in his leather shoes to the ring.

Zhou Ming quickly grabbed a folding leather chair and followed.

He wiped the chair surface with his sleeve and placed it half a meter away from Black Panther.

Su Ye sat down and crossed his legs.

He reached into the inside pocket of his black coat.

What he pulled out was neither a cigar nor a gun.

Instead, it was a brand new, red-covered, gold-embossed copy of the "Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China".

"ability?"

Su Ye pushed up his glasses, revealing a cold and rational demeanor behind the lenses.

"My skill is that I can get you to listen to me finish what I have to say."

He turned the pages, the paper making a crisp rustling sound.

"Black Panther, today you led a group of armed men to storm the filming location of a legitimate company. According to Article 293..."

Su Ye tapped the lines of text with his finger, his voice calm.

"Anyone who disrupts social order and whose circumstances are egregious shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than five years, criminal detention, or public surveillance."

Black Panther was squeezed against a pillar, his blood-red eyes wide open.

"Stop spouting nonsense! I don't understand it!"

Su Ye ignored him and turned two more pages.

"Furthermore, you just clamored for a real fight. That falls under the scope of Article 292."

He picked up his thermos and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"Those who engage in gang fights shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, or public surveillance, if they are armed...they shall be sentenced to not less than three years but not more than ten years."

Su Ye closed the law code, the book making a dull thud as it slammed against his palm.

"Let's do the math. With both crimes combined, you'll probably be stuck in there working on a sewing machine for eight years."

Black Panther was breathing heavily, and sweat stung his eyes, making him blink repeatedly.

"You're ruined! Su Ye! You've squandered all the spirit of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce!"

He roared hysterically, spitting as he spoke onto the shield.

"Director Lei, it seems this extra's emotions aren't quite there yet."

Su Ye leaned back in his leather chair, his tone indifferent.

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

He picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

"Position 1, position 2. Give us some excitement."

The two steel forks stuck in the black panther's waist were switched on simultaneously.

"Sizzle—!"

A dark blue arc of electricity exploded on the flesh.

Microcurrents instantly sweep across the entire body.

"Awoo!"

A bloodcurdling scream, unlike any human voice, escaped the black panther's throat.

The tingling, numbing sensation that penetrated deep into his bones caused his muscles to spasm uncontrollably.

The man, weighing over 200 pounds, convulsed violently in the gap between the shield and the iron pillar, like a catfish out of water.

White foam dripped down the corner of his mouth and onto the scar on his chest.

"Do you still follow the rules of the underworld?" Su Ye asked calmly.

Black Panther rolled his eyes, his teeth grinding together, and stubbornly remained silent.

"Continue." Su Ye raised his chin.

"Sizzle—"

The electric shock lasted for a full five seconds.

Black Panther's entire body of fat was trembling violently, and his bladder was contracting uncontrollably.

His crotch area was instantly soaked, emitting a foul odor.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

After spending three years in prison, his mind was filled with fantasies of conquering the world with his fists.

But now, they haven't even broken a sweat.

He just sat there reading.

Watch him struggle like he's a monkey.

"I...I give up!"

Black Panther's voice cracked completely, and a sob escaped through his nose.

"Stop shocking me! I really can't hold it in anymore! I'm not playing by the rules anymore!"

Two lines of humiliating tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, mingling with the dust on his face and flowing into his mouth.

"Boss, I'll take the blame... I'll take the blame for 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble,' okay?!"

Su Ye raised his hand.

The security guard released the stun gun button, and the force of the steel fork was also slightly reduced.

Black Panther slumped to the ground like a lump of mud, leaning against the iron pillar and panting heavily.

Cold sweat soaked through my waistband.

"Zhou Ming, bring me your employment contract."

Su Ye stuffed the red book back into his pocket and unscrewed the lid of the thermos.

Zhou Ming jogged over, carrying a plastic folder.

He took out a "Labor Employment Contract" that still smelled of printer ink, and a ballpoint pen.

It was thrust directly in front of Black Panther's face, which was covered in white foam.

"Signed. You'll be working as a gatekeeper at the Sihai Group headquarters. Room and board included, plus social insurance and housing fund."

Su Ye blew on the goji berry and took a sip of water.

"Base salary is 8,000. If you do a good job opening car doors for the boss, you'll get a performance bonus."

Black Panther's hands trembled, his knuckles still twitching involuntarily.

He looked at the contract, then at Su Ye's refined and calm face.

There's no such thing as a gangster god of war.

Faced with this piece of paper, he was a released prisoner who couldn't even afford to eat.

Black Panther picked up a pen and scribbled his name on the paper.

The last stroke tore through the paper.

"That's right. We are a legitimate company and we believe in legal employment practices."

Su Ye stood up and casually dusted off the hem of his trench coat.

He turned to look at Chen Suan below the stage.

"Finance department, settle the wages for these extras. Two hundred yuan each, and medical expenses will be covered by workers' compensation insurance."

Chen Suan clutched his stomach and nodded, his face pale.

"Okay, boss. But... that Hollywood director has already gotten off the plane."

Chen Suan pushed up his slipped glasses, his voice weak.

"President Gao sent a car to pick them up; they should be at the film set soon."

Su Ye stopped in his tracks, a calculating glint flashing behind his glasses.

"That bankrupt homeless man, Old K?"

"Yes. He said he had prepared a gangster epic storyboard comparable to The Godfather."

Su Ye chuckled softly, twirling the metal thermos halfway through his hand.

"The Godfather? That's too cheesy."

"Tell him to get ready. Tomorrow we're going to the countryside to film a documentary about helping farmers harvest leeks. We need a big production, like using footage of a nuclear explosion to film local pigs leaving the farm."