Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

An abandoned underground arena at a shipyard.

Su Ye's coat hem disappeared outside the metal door.

The heavy iron gate slammed shut with a loud clang, cutting off the sea breeze from outside.

Inside the octagonal cage, a few dim searchlights made the air feel stuffy.

Black Panther lay sprawled on the canvas mat, his employment contract crumpled in his hand.

He was breathing heavily, the scar on his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Although he had signed the document, his bloodshot eyes still revealed a ruthless edge, like that of a wolf cub.

"Hold……"

Black Panther spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground and cursed through gritted teeth.

"Once I've recovered, I'm going to chop you all up and feed you to the fish!"

"Sizzle—"

Without warning, the riot control fork stuck in his waist burst out with a ball of eerie blue electricity.

"Aww!"

Black Panther's fat body shuddered violently, and it let out a miserable cry like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The fierce determination that had just been gathered was instantly shattered by the electric shock.

The bladder contracted uncontrollably.

Lei Hu stood behind the shield wall, holding a large red and white plastic megaphone.

He grinned, the centipede scar on his face contorting into a gloating arc.

He casually slapped a well-worn red copy of the "Public Security Administration Punishment Law" onto the transparent shield.

It landed right in front of the black panther's nose.

"The boss has spoken, and you're to stay here and reflect on your actions."

Lei Hu pressed the switch on the loudspeaker, and his raspy voice made Black Panther's eardrums ache.

"Your last swear word constitutes a public insult. As the Director of Sihai Security, I have the right to legally subdue you!"

Lei Hu touched his shiny bald head, and a fine layer of white sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Leopard, for the sake of our past bloody battles, I'll teach you the rules of the new era."

He pointed to the red book on the shield.

"Start reading from the first one! Read it louder!"

Black Panther was so shocked by the electric shock that his whole body went numb, and even his bones felt sore and weak.

He stared with wide eyes and stiffened his neck.

"Screw you! I'm completely illiterate! Go ahead and electrocute me today if you dare!"

Without saying a word, Lei Hu gestured with his chin toward the security guard next to him.

"Position number two, loosen up his muscles."

"Sizzle—!"

The microcurrent surged back into the black panther's body through the steel fork.

The electric shock lasted for a full three seconds.

Black Panther felt like his brain was boiling. The man, weighing over 200 pounds, convulsed violently on the canvas mat, like a dehydrated catfish.

His eyes were rolled back so wide that only a slit remained, and his mouth was covered in white foam.

"Stop." Lei Hu waved his hand.

The electric shock stopped.

Black Panther collapsed like a lump of mud, gasping for breath.

Cold sweat soaked through his shorts, which clung to his thighs.

"Will you read it or not?" Lei Hu squatted behind the shield, looking at him through the plastic panel.

"I...I really can't read."

Black Panther's voice was completely hoarse, and his voice trembled as if he was about to cry.

He fears two things most in his life: a gun in a policeman's hand and a piece of paper with writing on it.

Back in the day, when I was working under Old Su Sihai, all I relied on was my iron fists; I didn't need to be literate!

Lei Hu sighed and took out a notebook he had made himself with pinyin annotations from his pocket.

"It's okay if you can't read, I'll teach you."

He cleared his throat and picked up the megaphone.

"Repeat after me! First one! To maintain social order... Ready, sing!"

Forced into a corner, the black panther opened its mouth.

"To...to maintain social order...damn, that's such a mouthful..."

"Sizzle!"

"Awoo! I'll recite it! I'll recite it! Maintain social order!"

Black Panther screamed and changed his tune.

In the empty basement, an extremely eerie duet began to echo.

Lei Hu led the reading with his hoarse voice, while Black Panther followed behind, his voice trembling with sobs.

If there is even the slightest pause, or if the word "dirty" is uttered, the riot control fork will promptly deliver a free "electrotherapy service".

An hour has passed.

Black Panther's throat was parched, as if it were stuffed with dry grass.

He felt as if his tongue no longer belonged to him.

"Article 43...Anyone who assaults another shall be sentenced to five years or more...Brother Tiger, can I have some water?"

Black Panther looked up at Thunder Tiger outside the shield with a pitiful expression.

Lei Hu glanced at his watch and shook his head.

"No, the boss said we can't provide any material assistance during the reflection period, otherwise it'll be considered illegal detention. Keep memorizing!"

Black Panther closed his eyes in despair.

He wanted to die.

I really want to die.

He'd rather someone stab him right now than keep reciting these convoluted legal statutes.

It lasted a full three hours.

The temperature inside the underground arena rose higher and higher, making it hard to breathe.

Black Panther was pinned to the ground and forced to recite the "Public Security Administration Punishment Law" from beginning to end three times.

His mental defenses were gradually stripped away and crushed by repeated electric shocks and bombardment with legal statutes.

He was a tough guy who once had three ribs broken in a black market boxing ring but never uttered a sound.

Now all I can think about is "picking quarrels and provoking trouble" and "detention and fines".

"Article 6..."

Black Panther's mind suddenly went blank when he got to this point.

He stared blankly at the red lettering on the shield, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Article Six?! Hurry up!" Lei Hu urged through his loudspeaker.

Black Panther's lips trembled, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

Large tears rolled down his face, which was covered in fat and dust, leaving two muddy puddles.

He suddenly burst into tears.

Like a 200-pound fat kid who got his candy stolen in kindergarten.

"I'm convinced! Tiger! I'm truly convinced!"

Black Panther cried as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand, which was wrapped in a rope, and snot bubbled from his nose.

"I'm never going to be involved in the underworld again! I just can't memorize this sixth rule! It's too long!"

He struggled to arch forward, pressing his face tightly against the riot shield, forcing out a miserable expression.

"Give the boss a call, and I'll wear a white shirt tomorrow! I'll work as a security guard! I'll bow to the customers! If 90 degrees isn't enough, I'll even kowtow on the ground!"

"Please, please, don't make me memorize anything!"

Lei Hu looked at the underworld war god behind the shield, who was crying his eyes out.

He scratched his bald head and smacked his lips.

"Sigh, if only they had realized it sooner."

He waved to the back.

"Relax formation! Pull the fork out of his hands."

Thirty riot shields instantly withdrew, retreating to both sides with a "whoosh".

The ten steel forks were all put away in one go.

Losing its support, the black panther crashed to the floor like a pile of fat.

He didn't even have the strength to get up.

He lay sprawled out, staring at the blinding searchlight overhead, his chest heaving violently.

Tears continued to flow uncontrollably.

His dream of wandering the martial arts world was shattered in this red book of less than a hundred pages.

"Bang."

An unopened bottle of Nongfu Spring water was thrown at his chest, making a dull thud.

Zhou Ming, wearing an oversized black suit, strolled over at some point.

He wore a professional smile and casually pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.

"Brother Leopard, have some water to soothe your throat. You recited it pretty well just now, but the emotion was a little lacking."

Black Panther's hands trembled as he unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and gulped down more than half of it.

Only then did I feel my parched throat come back to life.

He propped himself up and sat up, looking at the group of uniformed thugs around him.

The arrogant and unruly look in his eyes was gone, replaced by deep awe.

Su Ye is not a coward.

He is the devil.

Using legal means to torture people into mentally ill monsters.

Just then, the iron door to the basement was pushed open again.

Chen Suan clutched his stomach and walked in unsteadily.

His face was deathly pale, and his dark circles were even more pronounced than before, making him look like he was about to die at any moment.

"Director Lei, stop playing around. Quickly take some people outside to greet them."

Chen Suan pushed up his slipped black-rimmed glasses and let out a sour burp with a coffee-like smell.

"That Hollywood director, Old K, has arrived. Gao Qiang just texted me, saying he's sitting in his beat-up Jinbei van, constantly talking about wanting to see a real Chinese gangster."

Lei Hu's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He stuffed the red legal code into his pocket and ripped off his tie.

"Brothers! Grab your weapons! Let's show those foreign devils the strength of our Sihai Security!"

With a "whoosh," more than a hundred security guards quickly organized their equipment.

The shields and steel forks clashed, producing a crisp metallic sound.

Black Panther was still lying on the ground, looking at the group of thugs who were as disciplined as an army.

He swallowed hard.

"Brother Tiger... what should I do then?" he asked weakly, his voice barely audible.

Lei Hu walked over and pulled the black panther up from the ground.

He patted the dust off his shoulder.

"You? Your size is just right."

Lei Hu grinned. "Go open the car door for the director. Remember, smile, show eight teeth. Otherwise, you'll have to recite line six again tomorrow."

Black Panther shuddered, his legs trembling.

He suddenly straightened his back, pressing his hands tightly against the seams of his trousers.

He tore open his chapped lips and forced out a smile that looked even uglier than a ghost.

"I'll definitely be laughing like a trumpet flower!"