Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"Lei Hu, you just said you were going to rip someone's head off and use it as a football?"

The sound was amplified through a cheap microphone, accompanied by a harsh crackling electrical noise.

The entire ancestral hall, spanning several hundred square meters, fell into complete silence.

More than two thousand pairs of bloodshot eyes were fixed on the slightly thin young man on the steps.

Lei Hu paused for half a second, his thick neck stiffened, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the machete bulged.

"Hong Tai of the Sanlian Gang! That old bastard had someone frame the old man!"

Lei Hu roared in his hoarse voice, making a deafening noise.

"Your Highness, just give the word, and I'll immediately lead my brothers across the street!"

The two thousand men below raised their knives, exuding a murderous aura, and dust fell from the entire roof.

Looking at this group of powder kegs that could explode at any moment, Su Ye felt his head throb even more.

He brought the microphone to his mouth; his voice wasn't loud, but it was chillingly cold.

"Pass on my message: cancel all revenge operations."

"Everyone, throw all that scrap metal back into the warehouse."

"Take off your gang badges, go home, and nobody is allowed to loiter on the streets."

Dead silence.

Deathly silence.

Everyone wondered if there was something wrong with their hearing.

Lei Hu's smile froze completely, and even the fat around his eyes trembled.

"Your Highness...you must be joking?"

Su Ye casually tossed the microphone onto the altar, making a muffled sound.

Do you think I'm joking?

The crowd finally realized what had happened, as if a bomb had been detonated.

"What do you mean? You're not going to avenge the old man?!"

"With a knife to our throats, are we going to cower like turtles?"

"What a fucking jerk! I've never been treated like this before!"

The sound of metal hitting the ground filled the air, and someone angrily smashed a watermelon knife directly onto the floor tiles.

Lei Hu, panting heavily, took three steps at a time and strode up the steps.

His nearly two-meter height made him stand like an iron tower in front of Su Ye.

"Your Highness! Are you afraid of dying?!"

Lei Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and spittle flew everywhere.

"If you're not tough enough, then give up your seat! I, Lei Hu, will lead my brothers to chop people up myself!"

Just then, Old Ghost Bai, who had been silent all along, finally found an opportunity to make trouble.

He grinned, his withered lips parting, and the walnuts he was holding spun rapidly in his hand.

"Lei Hu, why are you taking your anger out on the Crown Prince?"

Old Ghost Bai drawled out his words in a sarcastic tone.

"They've been pampered since childhood; they've never seen anything like this with swords and spears."

"With the passing of the old master, the backbone of our Sihai Chamber of Commerce has been completely severed."

He deliberately turned his head to look at the group of older hall masters behind him.

"Brothers, since the new leader doesn't even have the guts to seek revenge, how are we supposed to protect this empire?"

"Anyone willing to avenge the old master, come with me, Old Ghost Bai!"

With a wave of his hand, Bai Laogui's hundreds of henchmen immediately responded and charged aggressively toward the gate.

If they were to actually walk out of that door, the Sihai Chamber of Commerce would be uprooted today.

Su Ye didn't speak. He slowly raised his head, his eyes instantly turning extremely cold.

In his previous life as an undercover agent, the violent aura he had developed from crawling through piles of corpses was now completely uncontrollable.

Did I tell you to leave?

Accompanied by a cold sentence, Su Ye moved.

A scarred-faced gang leader standing next to Old Man Bai had just turned around, still cursing under his breath.

Su Ye leaped down the steps in one stride, his movements so fast they were like a blur.

He precisely gripped Scarface's shoulder with his left hand, and with his right elbow whistling through the air, he slammed it hard into the man's chest.

"Snap!"

The clear sound of bones cracking echoed in the mourning hall.

The burly man, weighing over 180 pounds, didn't even have time to utter a sound.

He flew backward like a tattered sack, smashing into more than a dozen henchmen wielding machetes behind him.

He rolled on the ground, wailing in agony.

Su Ye slowly straightened up and tugged at his tightly tied tie.

The entire audience was instantly gripped by the neck, and all the shouting stopped abruptly.

Old Bai was so frightened that he trembled all over, and the patina-covered walnut in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud" and rolled a long way.

He pointed at Su Ye, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Lei Hu was also stunned.

Is this still the same good-for-nothing prince who spends all his time in nightclubs and gets weak in the knees when others speak loudly?

That beautiful grappling move you just made was even more decisive and efficient than a top-ranked double-flower red stick in the underworld!

Su Ye completely ignored the scarred man coughing up blood on the ground. He turned around and approached Lei Hu step by step.

The murderous aura emanating from its very bones sent a chill down Lei Hu's spine.

Lei Hu subconsciously took a half step back and swallowed.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

"If you want to die, I won't stop you."

Su Ye stared into his eyes, her voice extremely soft, yet it struck Lei Hu's heart like a heavy hammer.

"But don't drag those two thousand-plus brothers along to get shot."

Lei Hu forced himself to retort.

"We outnumber them, the Triads can't hold them off..."

"Use your pig brain!" Su Ye interrupted him sharply.

"You really think the Triads have the power to hack the old man to death in the street on his own turf?"

"This is clearly a setup, just waiting for you brainless cannon fodder to jump in!"

Su Ye pointed to the tightly closed carved door of the Ancestral Hall.

"The city bureau's 'Thunderbolt Anti-Organized Crime' operation was officially launched last night!"

"Believe it or not, if you dare to step out onto this street with a knife right now..."

"What awaits you outside will be hundreds of menacing riot guns and rows of SWAT armored vehicles!"

"A gang of armed men engaged in a violent clash."

With each sentence Su Ye spoke, he took a step closer.

"With each of these charges brought down, this day next year will be the anniversary of your deaths!"

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving all the desperados present stunned.

The henchmen below, who had just been shouting that they would kill people, turned pale instantly.

Someone quietly hid the watermelon knife behind their back; the metal struck the ground with a crisp sound.

Even Old Ghost Bai shrank back in fear, no longer daring to utter a word about going out to seek revenge.

Those who operate in the underworld fear nothing more than going head-to-head with the government; that's like an egg hitting a rock.

Cold sweat trickled down Lei Hu's forehead, his hand gripping the knife trembling.

"So...so we're just going to hold on like this? How can we swallow this insult?!"

Seeing that the group of thugs had finally regained their senses, a hint of mockery flashed in Su Ye's eyes.

If you hit someone, you have to give them an explanation, otherwise the group will fall apart sooner or later.

He turned and walked to the altar, pulling a black briefcase from behind the armchair.

When the zipper was opened, there were no stacks of banknotes inside, nor any firearms bought on the black market.

Su Ye pulled a thick booklet, as thick as a brick, out of his bag.

He weighed the booklet in his hand, then turned around and slammed it onto the altar.

"Bang!"

Dust was shaken up.

The large, gold-embossed characters on the cover looked particularly glaring under the dim light.

Lei Hu leaned forward and glanced at it, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and his tongue was tied in knots.

"B-Big brother, what are you going to do with this thing?"

Su Ye braced his hands on the table, leaning slightly forward.

He looked at the group of tattooed, dumbfounded thugs below the stage and sneered.

"Times have changed, brothers. Want revenge? Sure."

"Put down the machetes and change into suits."

"Starting tomorrow, no one is allowed to take leave. Everyone is to memorize this book!"