Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Large bubbles rose from the bottom of the red oil pot.

The smell of Sichuan peppercorns mixed with the muttony odor wafted straight into my nostrils.

Hong Tai was shirtless, with a tiger tattooed on his chest, and beads of sweat trickled down his fat.

He scooped up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it indistinctly.

"That fat guy...how many days has he been in there?"

The young man pouring the drinks next to him was hunched over, his hands trembling.

"Reporting to the boss, it's been three days. I heard they're reciting prison rules every day inside, it's driving them crazy."

Hong Tai snorted coldly.

I used a toothpick to vigorously pick at my back molars, and a trace of blood seeped from my gums.

"That brat from the Su family is only good at threatening to call the police to scare low-level thugs."

The door to the private room was pushed open.

A blond-haired guy carrying an EMS express envelope rushed in, tripped on the threshold, and almost fell flat on his face.

"Boss! It's an urgent document from the court!"

Hong Tai lifted his eyelids and spat the skewer on the ground.

I tore open the envelope, and a stack of A4 papers stamped with a red seal slid out.

He squinted and stared at it for a long time; the words on it seemed to be swirling around like tadpoles.

"What is that? Read it!"

The blond-haired man stammered as he held the paper.

"A civil lawsuit...suing us for disorderly conduct, demanding...amounts in the tens, hundreds, thousands..."

The blond-haired man gasped, his voice cracking.

"Three million!"

There was a two-second silence in the private room.

Then burst into a maniacal laugh, as loud as a broken gong.

He laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, his fat jiggling, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Sue me? Take a court summons to the underworld?"

Hong Tai snatched the stack of indictments.

I casually placed it under the slightly rickety hot pot table leg and stomped on it twice to make it firm.

"Su Ye must have wet his pants and gotten confused."

He grabbed a bottle of ice-cold beer, gulped it down, and let out a burp that tasted like mutton.

"Go tell the brothers. Tomorrow night, go to Sihai Logistics Park and set it on fire, teach them a lesson about the rules of the underworld."

Before the words had even finished,

Old Suanpan, the accountant of the branch, tumbled and crawled open the door to the private room.

The old man ran so fast that one of his shoes flew off, and his head of white hair was a mess, like a chicken coop.

"Boss! Something terrible has happened!"

Old Abacus slammed his hand on the edge of the table.

The shock caused the red oil from the hot pot to splatter onto Hong Tai's belly.

Hong Tai shuddered from the heat and slapped him back.

"What a lament! Are you in a panic?!"

Old Suanpan covered his swollen, red cheek and cried out in despair.

"All the money in our accounts is frozen! We can't withdraw a single penny from the payments made at the bathhouse and billiards hall!"

Hongtai's chopsticks for picking up mutton are suspended in mid-air.

A slight tremor ran through my fingertips.

"You're talking nonsense! Those are transactions handled by underground banks, how could the court possibly know about them!"

"They didn't investigate the money exchange!"

Old Suanpan was so anxious he kept stamping his feet, and his eyes even turned red.

"That lawyer named Lin Dai filed a formal complaint against all our shell companies that are publicly listed! They're suspected of massive tax evasion, and the tax bureau, in conjunction with the economic crime investigation department, has raided their entire operation!"

Hong Tai's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

My head was buzzing, like there was a broken blower stuck inside.

He flipped the hot pot table in front of him.

The scalding soup mixed with the broken pieces of the porcelain plate and splattered all over the ground, sending up acrid white smoke.

"Damn Su Ye! Playing dirty tricks, huh?!"

Hong Tai's chest heaved violently as he forced out a few words through clenched teeth.

"Call Ah Biao over! Bring that sawn-off five-shot rifle; tonight I want Su Ye's head on the incense table!"

At midnight, the wind picked up in Longhai City.

The withered leaves scraped against the exterior wall of the Sihai Building, making a rustling sound.

Ah Biao, dressed in tight black clothes, clung to the outside of the ventilation duct on the second floor like a gecko.

He had a military dagger in his mouth.

He reached for the heavy five-shot rifle at his lower back with his right hand, his palm covered in cold sweat.

The target is the president's office on the 22nd floor.

Ah Biao exhaled a puff of white breath with the smell of tobacco, his toes just about to push off upwards.

"Beep—Buzz—"

A piercing high-frequency electronic alarm suddenly tore through the night sky.

Ah Biao froze, his scalp tingling.

In the corner above his head, three high-definition cameras equipped with infrared thermal imaging capabilities simultaneously rotated their bearings to aim at him.

Immediately afterwards, four drones equipped with powerful searchlights swooped down from the rooftop.

The aperture was so bright it was blinding, and Ah Biao instinctively closed his eyes.

"Warning! Unauthorized intruder, you have entered the private security area of ​​the Sihai Group!"

The drone's onboard speaker emitted a deafening mechanical sound.

Before Ah Biao could even draw his gun...

The fire escape door on the first floor slammed open with a "bang".

Lei Hu, accompanied by more than thirty security guards in black suits, poured out like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

These people didn't carry knives or steel pipes.

Each person is equipped with a two-meter-long U-shaped riot control steel fork, with an insulated anti-claw sleeve at the front.

Ah Biao slipped and fell solidly through the second-floor pipe into the muddy flower bed.

He hasn't gotten up yet.

A few crisp "snap" sounds.

Four or five riot control forks came at us from different angles.

They pinned his neck, lower back, and ankles firmly to the ground.

Ah Biao struggled desperately, his face turning purple.

"Let me go! Let's fight one-on-one if you dare!"

Lei Hu strode over, holding a Sony DV camera with a flashing red light.

He kicked Ah Biao's five-shot rifle, which had fallen into the mud, with his toe.

"A one-on-one fight? You big dummy. Bringing a firearm and scaling a wall in the middle of the night, do you think you're playing James Bond?"

Lei Hu turned around and waved to his underlings behind him.

"Hey you, bring me the evidence bag. Put the gun in there and make sure there are no fingerprints. Also, call 110 and tell them that our helpful security guard has caught an armed robber."

Ah Biao lay in the mud pit, gnawing on half a holly leaf.

My brain completely short-circuited.

In gang shootouts, using riot forks to subdue people is one thing.

These bastards even carry evidence bags with them?

The next morning.

Longhai City Third Detention Center.

The iron gate emitted a dull metallic scraping sound, and the air was filled with a lingering musty smell and the stench of urine.

Hong Tai was wearing that slightly faded yellow vest.

He huddled up on the cold cement slab, hugging his knees.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at a dead fly in the corner.

Just last night, after A Biao was arrested, the city's criminal investigation team kicked open the door to the headquarters of the Sanlian Gang.

Lin Dai's indictment acted as a fuse.

Following the clues, they uncovered the entire history of the Sanlian Gang's tax evasion, extortion, and other corrupt practices over the years.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor outside the cell.

The guard tapped the iron bars with his baton, the sound making my ears ache.

"Hongtai, someone has brought you a message."

Hong Tai sprang up as if electrocuted, slamming against the railing, his palms covered in rust.

"Who? Is there someone outside helping me out?"

The guard flipped through the register in his hand without any expression.

"The legal department of Sihai Group just sent over supplementary materials."

The disciplined man paused, his tone completely flat.

"That lawyer, Lin, asked me to tell you that if the three million yuan compensation isn't deposited into the company account on time, she will apply for a forced auction of those small-scale properties under your name. She wants you to stay inside and focus on your sewing, without worrying about anything else."

Hong Tai's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.

The veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.

"Fuck Su Ye's ancestors! Fuck Lin Dai's ancestors for eight generations!"

He whirled around and slammed his head against the mottled wall.

"Bang!"

Dust fell down in a flurry.

"No gangster goes to court! That's unethical! Unethical!"

Hong Tai wailed and pounded his forehead against the cement wall.

Blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes, obscuring his vision.

The once powerful leader of the Sanlian Gang was driven to insanity by a few legal documents in black and white.

The news spread like wildfire throughout Longhai City in half a day.

The thugs on the streets were so frightened that they dyed their blond hair back to black overnight.

The leaders of the various gangs gathered together, smoking in silence, none of them able to fathom the strange fighting style of the Sihai Group.

The afternoon sun shone through the blinds, cutting out strips of light on the carpet.

Multimedia conference room on the top floor of Sihai Building.

The 70-inch LCD TV on the wall is broadcasting the midday news.

"The Sanlian Gang, a criminal gang that had been entrenched in our city for many years, was wiped out by the police last night."

The female anchor spoke clearly and articulately, with a professional smile on her face.

"According to sources, the clues to this case came from a private enterprise's legitimate rights protection efforts. The police urge the public to bravely take up legal weapons when they encounter illegal infringements."

Lei Hu sat in a genuine leather chair.

Holding that latte with latte art in my hands, my hands were shaking like I had Parkinson's.

The coffee spilled on the back of his hand, burning him so badly he winced, but he didn't dare utter a sound.

He watched the screen as Hong Tai was forced onto a police car with his head held down, and swallowed hard.

Zhang Tiezhu, who was sitting opposite, dropped his ballpoint pen on the table.

It rolled to the edge and landed on the carpet without making a sound.

The undercover agent 007's heart was pounding as fast as a beat-up old car floored on the gas pedal.

This method of wiping out a gang without shedding a drop of blood would make even the most seasoned criminal investigators in the provincial department call him an ancestor.

Chen Suan sat in the corner.

He pushed up his slipping black-rimmed glasses and took out a checkered handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

His mind was a complete mess.

Is this mob boss trying to whitewash his image, or is he building a monster empire that even the law can't find fault with?

The office door was pushed open.

Lin Dai walked in wearing ten-centimeter red-soled high heels.

He held a document stamped with the official seal and slammed it on the table.

"President Su, the court has already forcibly transferred the three million yuan in joint compensation from the accounts of the Sanlian Gang that were seized."

She smoothed her wavy hair and held a Parker pen between her fingers.

"After deducting depreciation and lost wages, we made a net profit of 2.8 million. It has already been deposited into the company's legitimate corporate account."

The conference room was so quiet you could hear the whirring of the central air conditioning.

Su Ye sat in the main seat, holding the remote control.

Turn off the TV.

The moment the screen went black, he slowly stood up.

Walk up to the huge whiteboard at the front of the conference room.

Pick up a black marker, pull off the cap, and it makes a crisp popping sound.

Use your wrist to apply force.

He wrote four large characters on the whiteboard in a flamboyant style.

He threw the pen back into the pen holder and turned around.

The gaze from behind the gold-rimmed glasses swept over the group of dumbfounded executives below.

A sly smile curved his lips, revealing the cunning of an old fox.

"Old Lei, Tiezhu, did you see these four words on the blackboard?"

Su Ye pointed at the whiteboard, his fingertips tapping the surface, making a clicking sound.

"In the future, if you encounter one of those idiots who tries to collect protection money with a machete, don't go at them waving sticks around."

He braced his hands on the table, leaned forward, and locked his gaze into Lei Hu's eyes.

"If you have a knife and they have a gun, that's called a shootout."

Su Ye tapped his fingers on the court judgment that Lin Dai had brought.

"You wield legal documents, they wield machetes—that's called a one-sided massacre."

Lei Hu scratched his bald head.

His eyes were filled with clear stupidity.

"Big brother... no, President Su."

He stammered as he spoke, his tone filled with utmost reverence.

"With your unethical methods, how are we brothers supposed to survive in this underworld? What kind of reputation do you have?"

Su Ye was amused by his words and shook his head.

He tapped his knuckles heavily on the four words on the whiteboard.

"Look closely. This is what you call a dimensional reduction attack on par with Nanshan's Invincible Pizza Hut!"