Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Lin Dai parted her red lips slightly.

"Extorting 500,000 yuan in cash and threatening to break the legs of 50 new employees?"

The fat man was stunned for two seconds.

A foul odor mixed with the sour smell of betel nut wafted from his nostrils, making the surrounding air smell stale.

"You bitch, trying to scare your dad with that crappy recording pen?"

He held the baseball bat, which was covered in sweat and mud, and reached out his greasy, fat hand to slap Linda's wrist.

"Get out of the way and call Su Ye out here!"

Lin Dai turned on her toes.

The high heels scraped across the floor tiles with a dull, piercing sound as she deftly dodged the wildly waving, chubby hand.

"Intentionally damaging public or private property."

She adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting the blinding white light from outside the door.

"That bulletproof glass door imported from Germany cost 128,000 yuan."

Lin Dai didn't even blink, and spoke as fast as a machine gun.

"Adding the 500,000 yuan you verbally extorted, the total amount involved reaches 628,000 yuan."

"This is an exceptionally large amount."

The fat man's chubby face twitched twice.

They clearly didn't understand this bunch of dry legal provisions.

"What?! 128,000 yuan? This is outrageous! It's just a piece of broken glass!"

Lin Dai completely ignored him.

"According to Article 274 of the Criminal Law, anyone who extorts an especially large sum of money shall be sentenced to imprisonment for not less than ten years and shall also be fined."

She moved the recorder half an inch closer to the fat man's face.

The metal casing was almost touching that greasy nose.

"You just threatened to break the legs of fifty people, which constitutes suspected disorderly conduct and attempted intentional assault."

Lin Dai took a deep breath of the cold air in the hall.

"With multiple offenses, you'll probably be stuck in there working on a sewing machine for fifteen years."

The air in the hall felt frozen.

The group of college students in the corner stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to breathe.

Liu Xiaowei knelt on the ground, clutching the crumpled employment contract in his hand, his mind completely blank.

The fat man blinked his small eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat.

My mind finally clicked.

So this woman is here to sentence him!

"Fuck your grandpa! You're so ungrateful!"

The fat man spat as he spoke, his cheeks bulging out in two hard lumps, completely enraged.

He gripped the aluminum baseball bat with both hands, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and swung it at Lin Dai's head.

The sound of the wind carried a foul odor of sweat.

"Director Lin, get out of the way!"

Zhang Tiezhu roared until his voice cracked, and he stomped his feet on the floor tiles, trying to lunge upwards.

With his thumb gripping his palm tightly, he was ready to deliver a grappling move.

But before he could even get close to the edge...

A stronger gust of wind, carrying the smell of sweat, swept past from the side.

"Clang—"

Lei Hu led more than twenty security guards, forming a dark, imposing wall of flesh.

It rumbled and blocked Lin Dai's way.

The leather shoes crunched on the broken glass, making a chilling sound.

The fat man was startled.

The baseball bat, which had been swung out, stopped abruptly in mid-air, creating a gust of wind.

"What? Want to practice? Come on!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, the gold chain around his neck swaying wildly, trying to embolden himself.

result.

This group of burly men, their suits practically bursting at the seams from their muscles.

Not only did he not draw his sword, he didn't even clench his fist.

Lei Hu gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out like an angry toad.

He clasped his hands tightly behind his back.

His eyes were wide open like red lanterns, and he stood there, chest to chest, trying to block the fat man's baseball bat.

"Go ahead and hit me. Go ahead and hit me on the head if you dare!"

Lei Hu was panting heavily, and his spittle sprayed all over the fat man's face.

"If I fight back, I'll consider myself your son!"

The fat man was dumbfounded.

The dozen or so thugs following behind were also dumbfounded.

The steel pipe he was holding was frozen in mid-air; he couldn't put it down, nor could he smash it.

Have all the people in the Sihai Chamber of Commerce taken the wrong medicine?

What happened to those desperados who used to draw their knives and hack and slash the streets at the slightest provocation?

Before the fat man could even react...

An even more horrifying scene unfolded.

The twenty-odd security guards behind Lei Hu.

They all pulled something out of their pockets in unison.

It's not a switchblade, nor is it a brass knuckle duster.

They were all Sony HD DV camcorders and flip phones with camera functions!

The red recording indicator lights were flashing everywhere.

Like the eyes of a hungry wolf in the dark.

"Snap! Snap!"

The blinding flashes of light were so intense that the fat man saw stars.

He instinctively used his arm to cover his face.

"Film it clearly! Give me a close-up of this bastard pointing the stick at people!"

Lei Hu stood with his hands behind his back, giving nonsensical instructions in his hoarse voice.

"Hey, you blondie on the left, don't hide, show your face!"

A security guard is holding a DV camera.

The camera zoomed in almost directly onto the fat man's chin.

"Brother Tiger, the lighting is dim, I can't see the mole on his face very clearly."

The security guard was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"Turn on the flash, you idiot! Who's going to blame if we can't see your face in court?" Lei Hu turned around and cursed.

The fat man was so blinded by the flash that he kept backing away.

He stepped on the broken glass and almost slipped and fell.

"Are you all fucking crazy?!"

He held the baseball bat, unsure whether to hit it or run away, feeling it would be beneath him.

This is impressive.

It's even more terrifying than having hundreds of knives pointed at you.

Lin Dai stood behind the human wall.

I pulled a form from the pile of documents and started filling it out with a pen.

"Keep provoking, don't stop. The more video evidence you have, the more certain the verdict will be."

She didn't even lift her head, her voice so cold it was like ice crystals.

A chill ran down the fat man's spine.

He suddenly realized that he might have gotten himself into a very deep mess today.

"Retreat! This is a dangerous situation, retreat first!"

He threw out a polite remark and turned to slip out the door.

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—"

The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

The heatwave tore through the asphalt road outside the door.

Five or six police cars painted with blue and white stripes.

With a sudden stop, the tires screeched as they dragged across the ground.

They blocked the entrance to the Sihai Building in a chaotic mess.

The car doors opened in unison.

A dozen or so uniformed policemen rushed down, their gleaming batons hanging from their waists.

"Don't move! We've received a report from the public that there's a disturbance here!"

The fat man saw the police arrive.

Instead of being afraid, he breathed a sigh of relief.

For those who live in the underworld, going to the police station is commonplace; it's better than facing these perverts with cameras.

He threw the baseball bat on the ground.

It made a crisp sound.

He skillfully covered his head with his hands and squatted down next to the shards of glass.

"Officer, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

The fat man's eyes darted around, and he talked nonsense.

"We had just reached the door when the glass broke by itself, and we were just about to pay for it."

The officer in charge frowned.

Step over the shards of glass scattered on the floor and into the hall.

The leather shoes crunched loudly as they stepped on the shards.

Zhang Tiezhu stood to the side, instinctively wanting to salute, but halfway up his hand, he abruptly changed it to scratching the back of his head.

"Who called the police?" The officer looked around.

"I signed up."

Lin Dai, in her high heels, stepped over Lei Hu's wall of men.

He handed over the voice recorder that was still flashing red.

"This is audio evidence, containing the complete conversation in which he extorted 500,000 and threatened to break someone's body with violence."

The police officer took the recorder and paused for a moment.

Lin Dai turned around again and snatched two DV cameras from Lei Hu's hands.

They were all shoved in together, the plastic casing still damp with the sweat from the security guard's palms.

"This is video evidence from multiple angles. It clearly records the entire process of the suspect wielding a blunt weapon and committing intimidation."

She opened the folder in her hand.

He pulled out a piece of paper stamped with a large red official seal and handed it to the police officer.

"This is the original purchase invoice for the damaged German-imported bulletproof glass, valued at 128,000 yuan."

At last.

Lin Dai pointed with the tip of her pen at the fifty new employees huddled on the floor in the corner, trembling.

"There are fifty eyewitnesses over there."

He pushed up his glasses, and a glint of light flashed behind the lenses.

"Due to severe psychological intimidation, I am currently unable to work normally. Our company reserves the right to pursue compensation for lost wages and emotional distress."

A combo move.

Flowing like clouds and water.

Physical evidence, witness testimony, audio recordings, video recordings, and damage assessment invoices.

This formed a perfect chain of evidence that could not be broken.

The officer in charge looked at the pile of irrefutable evidence in his hand.

Then look at the fat man squatting on the ground.

Having worked in this field for over a decade, this is the first time I've seen a crime scene case file organized so clearly.

"Fine, take them away! Cuff them all!"

The officer waved his hand.

The cold silver bracelets clicked onto the wrists of the fat man and the thugs.

The fat man was being pulled up by the back of his neck by the police, and he still twisted his bulky body in protest.

He turned his fleshy face and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva in Lin Dai's direction.

"Pah! What kind of bullshit legal team is this! It's just a broken piece of glass!"

The fat man, with his thick neck stiff, shouted and spitted everywhere.

"I'll be detained for fifteen days at most! When I get out, I'll bring my brothers and tear this lousy company down!"

Lei Hu clenched his fists and was about to charge upwards.

Lin Dai reached out a fair hand to stop him.

Lin Dai pushed up her glasses.

Looking at the fat man being led out the door, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Fifteen days of detention?"

She walked slowly and deliberately to the threshold in her high heels.

A whiff of cheap cigarette smoke mixed with the stench of the sewer drifted in on the wind.

"Go and ask around."

Lin Dai parted her red lips slightly.

"If a case falls into my hands, I'll sue my adversaries until they're bankrupt, or I'll change my name."

The police car sped away with its siren blaring.

The lobby fell silent again, with only the central air conditioning still humming.

The college students in the corner helped each other to their feet.

The way he looked at Lin Dai was as if she were a living Buddha.

Liu Xiaowei wiped the cold sweat from his face; his glasses were covered in blurry handprints.

Zhang Tiezhu swallowed a mouthful of saliva that tasted of earth.

I felt a chill emanating from my spine.

This woman is even more sinister than a ruthless bandit with a gun.

Lei Hu moved closer to Lin Dai.

He rubbed his calloused hands together, smiling ingratiatingly, the scars around his eyes crinkling up.

"Director Lin, um... is it really possible to get this fat guy to operate a sewing machine for fifteen years?"

"The criminal case will be handled by the public security bureau and the procuratorate."

Lin Dai turned around, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor tiles.

"But I'm the kind of person who never puts all my eggs in one basket."

She rearranged the documents tucked under her arm.

The edge of the paper scraped against the back of my hand, making a rustling sound.

"Lei Hu, call two people up here to help me move the documents."

"I need to draft a civil lawsuit for joint and several liability for damages overnight."

Lei Hu was taken aback.

He scratched his bald forehead.

"Joint liability compensation? To whom would they compensate?"

Lin Dai stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 22nd floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and her cold, emotionless voice drifted out from the gap.

"That fat guy's just a gofer, where would he get 128,000 yuan?"

"Of course, we should also prosecute the Sanlian Gang behind him, and their boss as well."

Lei Hu gasped.

He watched helplessly as the elevator floor numbers jumped up.

President Su has dug a huge pit, intending to uproot those old rivals from the next street.

That afternoon, in the top-floor office of the Sihai Building.

Su Ye leaned back in the boss's chair.

He flipped through the dozens of pages of the draft indictment that Lin Dai handed him.

A thick stack of white paper with black ink, all containing death-defying laws.

Lin Dai picked up the cold coffee on the table and took a sip; the bitter taste spread across her tongue.

"Mr. Su, the indictment has been sent to the Sanlian Gang headquarters via express mail at an expedited rate."

Su Ye tapped the paper with satisfaction.

He looked up at Lei Hu standing beside him, a malicious smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Old Lei, what if that old bastard Hong Tai was eating hotpot and singing karaoke, and suddenly got a court summons..."

He ran his fingertips along the rim of the coffee cup.

"Will he get so angry that he'll bang his head against the boiling hot pot?"