Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The broken glass reflected a blinding light in the heat of the asphalt road.

The cold air in the hall escaped through the large, broken hole, creating a sensation of alternating hot and cold that sent shivers down people's spines.

The fat man chewed two more mouthfuls of dried betel nut residue, making a gurgling sound of phlegm in his throat.

He slung the baseball bat over his shoulder, revealing a ring of greasy fat on his thick arm.

"What? Have they all become mute?"

The fat man brandished the tip of the stick in mid-air, creating a gust of wind mixed with the sour smell of sweat.

"Go and call that bastard Su Ye downstairs. We're here to collect our money!"

Fifty newly hired college graduates huddled together in the corner, like a bunch of quails whose feathers had been scalded by boiling water.

Liu Xiaowei's thin legs trembled, and the cold sweat in his palms crumpled the newly signed labor contract into a pile of waste paper.

His black-rimmed glasses kept sliding down his nose, and he couldn't even muster the strength to push them back up.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Zhang Tiezhu yelled in his hoarse voice, nearly crushing the peeling red horn in his hand with his rough knuckles.

He strode ahead of Liu Xiaowei and his group of bookworms, bracing himself to block the fat man's malicious gaze.

Zhang Tiezhu cursed inwardly.

The bureau chief sent me here to collect shady records, but now I've become the personal bodyguard for these rookie college students.

He clenched his fist loosely, with his thumb habitually hooked at the knuckle of his index finger.

If this fat guy dares to make a move, he can easily dislodge him with a set of police-style grappling techniques.

Before Zhang Tiezhu could even get into position, a sudden burst of chaotic shoe sounds erupted from the corner of the first-floor corridor.

"Fuck your ancestors!"

Lei Hu, like a black bear guarding its food, led a dozen or so security guards dressed in black suits and charged out with a thunderous roar.

Lei Hu was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot and his chest heaved violently.

A button on his tight-fitting suit popped off and slammed against the bulletproof glass door frame with a "thud".

"You fatso, you dare to run wild in our territory? You're asking for trouble!"

Lei Hu subconsciously reached down to his lower back.

I found nothing.

The machete that had been with him for five years had long been forcibly locked away in the warehouse by Su Ye.

Unable to find the weapon, Lei Hu became furious and embarrassed.

He grabbed a stainless steel trash can, about half a person's height, from the corner of the wall and raised it above his head, ready to smash it on the fat man's head.

Tea leaves that hadn't been emptied from the trash can splashed all over his neck.

Instead of dodging, the fat man arrogantly thrust his round belly forward.

He spat the betel nut residue from his mouth onto the smooth, wave-patterned floor tiles.

A few drops of red juice splashed out, soiling the floor that Zhang Tiezhu had just mopped clean.

"Oh my, isn't this Lei Laohu, the Double Flower Red Stick?"

The fat man smacked his lips with his thumb, his face full of mockery.

"What? Changed into a white-collar worker's outfit? Trying to scare your grandpa with a broken trash can?"

The dozen or so henchmen behind the fat man burst into laughter.

Someone was banging on the half-broken glass door with a steel pipe, making a loud clanging sound.

"The tiger has no teeth! From now on, it should be called a sick cat!"

Lei Hu had never suffered such humiliation before. He gritted his teeth so hard that they cracked, and the veins on his arms throbbed like little snakes.

"Even without a knife, I can squeeze all that fat out of you with my bare hands today!"

He yelled and raised the trash can to smash it down.

"Lei Hu, put that trash can down for me."

A sound so cold it felt like ice crystals were falling from the second-floor circular corridor.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Su Ye, holding his ever-present stainless steel thermos, was leisurely leaning against the solid wood railing.

The bottom of the cup struck the railing with a crisp "tap".

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a needle, precisely piercing Lei Hu's taut nerves.

Lei Hu's hand, which was holding the trash can, froze in mid-air, and his face turned purplish-red from holding it in.

"President Su! This bastard is slapping us in the face!"

He was so anxious that he stomped his feet, his leather shoes crushing the glass shards on the ground into powder.

"They've already come knocking on our door, are we just going to stand here and do nothing?"

Su Ye unscrewed the lid of the thermos, blew on the goji berries floating on top, and took a sip of warm water.

The steam rising from the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses obscured the calculations in his eyes.

"If a dog bites you, are you going to lie down and bite it back?"

Su Ye slowly tightened the lid, making a faint metallic scraping sound.

"We are a legally registered logistics company. Why would we fight in the street?"

He pointed his index finger at the group of trembling new employees below.

"What are these recent college graduates supposed to think? Do we even care about our company image anymore?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man laughed so hard he almost dropped the baseball bat he was holding.

He clutched his stomach, squeezing out two cloudy tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Oh no, I can't take this anymore! Corporate image? Hahahaha!"

The fat man pointed a baseball bat at Su Ye on the second floor, his arrogance reaching its peak.

"That good-for-nothing young master of the Su family, you're really scared out of your wits!"

He strode into the hall, his leather shoes leaving mud stains all over the floor.

"Stop talking nonsense! Five hundred thousand for peace and safety, pay up to avoid trouble."

The fat man tilted his head, his nostrils pointing upwards, and thrust the tip of his stick towards Liu Xiaowei's shoulder.

"Otherwise... all those bespectacled nerds will be missing an arm or a leg today!"

Liu Xiaowei's legs went weak and he slid to the ground when the cold aluminum rod poked him.

"No, don't hit me... I just arrived, I haven't received my salary yet..."

He was crying, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

Zhang Tiezhu couldn't stand it anymore and used his strong arm to block the baseball bat.

"Put away that broken stick! What kind of skill is it to bully honest people!"

With a baseball bat pressed against his chest, Zhang Tiezhu's eyes revealed a fierce look that suggested he had undergone special training.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, intimidated for half a second by the cleaning uncle's imposing manner.

But he immediately realized he had lost face.

"Get out of my way, old man! Believe me or not, I'll crack your skull open too!"

The second floor.

Su Ye watched the farce unfolding downstairs without even lifting an eyelid.

He turned around and walked back to his office at a leisurely pace.

The handmade leather shoes made no sound when stepped on the carpet.

He picked up the black landline receiver from the mahogany desk.

He pressed three numbers on the dial pad.

"Hello, is this the Ministry of Justice?"

Su Ye leaned back in the boss's chair, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

"Someone came to cause trouble, and even tried to extort money from us."

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a cold smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he were watching a good show.

"Lin Dai, it's time for you to go downstairs and stretch your muscles."

There was no response on the other end of the phone.

There was only a crisp click of a ballpoint pen.

Then came the busy tone of the call being disconnected.

Downstairs lobby.

When the fat man saw Su Ye retreat back into the office, he assumed that the other party had completely backed down and gone to get the money.

He planted the baseball bat on the ground and pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, putting it in his mouth.

The younger brother next to him quickly stepped forward, took out a lighter, and lit it for him.

"See that?"

The fat man exhaled a puff of murky white smoke, the smell of which mingled with the stench of betel nut filling the hall.

He smugly provoked Lei Hu.

"Your new leader is a spineless coward. He should join our Sanlian Gang sooner rather than later, then he can at least get a decent meal."

Lei Hu was so angry that he slammed the trash can onto the ground.

With a loud crash, leftover tea splashed all over the fat man's trouser leg.

"If you utter another fart, I'll rip your mouth apart right now!"

Just when these two groups were about to clash like Mars and Earth, seemingly about to tear each other apart in broad daylight.

The staff elevator on the side of the lobby suddenly emitted a crisp electronic notification sound.

"bite."

The elevator doors slowly slid open to both sides.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

A very sophisticated perfume scent with cool, woody notes wafted out from the cold air in the elevator car.

The smell instantly masked the fat man's body odor and the stench of cheap tobacco.

"Da, da, da."

The heels of the high heels tapped rhythmically on the marble floor tiles.

Every sound felt like it was stepping on the tip of someone's heart.

A woman stepped out of the elevator.

She was wearing a top-tier black business suit with an extremely fitted silhouette, her waistline cinched so tightly that there wasn't an ounce of excess fat.

The skirt hem only reached two inches above the knee, revealing a pair of shapely long legs covered in black stockings.

The pair of ten-centimeter red-soled pointed high heels on her feet looked like two sharp daggers.

Lin Dai had shoulder-length wavy hair, and her black-rimmed glasses couldn't hide the alluring yet sharp glint in her eyes.

Her lips were painted a bright red, so striking it looked like she had just drunk blood.

She had a thick stack of A4 documents tucked under her left arm.

He was holding a black metal voice recorder in his right hand.

A small red light on the top of the voice recorder is flashing regularly.

Upon seeing the woman, Lei Hu subconsciously swallowed and took a half-step to the side.

The security guards who had been so loud and boisterous just moments before all lowered their heads in unison, not daring to even breathe.

In this company, besides Su Ye, the person they fear most is this legal madman who can sue a living person into an urn.

The fat man was stunned.

The cigarette, which was stuck between his fingers, burned the filter tip, and he flung it away only after it burned his hand.

He looked Lin Dai up and down, a greasy laugh escaping his throat.

"Oh ho, has the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce finally figured things out? Even their PR girls are wearing high-end clothes now?"

Lin Dai didn't even glance at him.

She walked straight up to the fat man and stopped less than half a meter away.

Her ten-centimeter high heels gave her the imposing presence to overpower the obese man.

She raised her right hand and shoved the recording pen with the red light on directly under the fat man's chin.

The cool touch of the metal casing made the fat man shiver.

Lin Dai's lips curled up slightly, forming a standard yet deadly professional smile.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her words were so clear they sounded like a verdict being read aloud.

"You just said you were going to extort 500,000 yuan from our company and break the legs of these 50 new employees?"