Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Su Ye pulled his hand out of his pocket and pinched the crumpled A4 paper between his fingertips.

The paper was covered with muddy marks from Lei Hu's thumb, and the red loss figures were glaringly obvious under the white light.

He scanned two lines down, his brows furrowing and his eyelids twitching wildly.

"Paying out 20,000 yuan for water and electricity?"

Su Ye shook the paper in his hand, and the paper made a crisp "rip" sound.

"This underground casino is located on a dragon vein? Are the electricity meters edged in gold or connected to a printing press? How can they burn through so much money?"

Lei Hu rubbed his two large, calloused palm-leaf fans together.

My palms were covered in sticky, cold sweat, which I kept wiping onto my suit trouser legs.

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

Lei Hu's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, his voice trembling as if he were about to cry.

"The crackdown on organized crime in the police station is so intense that those guys in peaked caps from the municipal bureau are patrolling around the area every day."

He was so anxious that he spun around in circles, his leather shoes scraping against the smooth marble tiles with a harsh "squeak".

"All those big bosses and contractors are cowering at home like quails, you can't even find a gambler who comes to play mahjong for ten yuan!"

Lei Hu pointed outside the door, his facial features contorted, making the centipede scar look even more ferocious.

"The dozens of brothers who guard the place are now just sitting there staring at each other all day long."

"Even just collecting the coins to go downstairs to buy a bucket of pickled cabbage noodles takes ages, requiring several pockets to gather!"

Zhang Tiezhu stood to the side, scratching his newly shaved buzz cut.

His eagle eyes, honed at the police academy, darted around aimlessly, feigning ignorance and naivety.

"Oh dear, what are we going to do? How about... we turn the casino into a package sorting station?"

Shen Qinghan took half a step forward in her high heels.

The collar of the white shirt was slightly open, revealing a fair neck.

She looked at the loss report, and her lips twitched uncontrollably.

"Turn it into a sorting station? That underground casino in the west of the city charges over ten thousand yuan a month just for rent. You're going to use that money to pile up cardboard boxes?"

Su Ye crumpled the report into a ball, then casually sent it flying in a parabola, precisely into the trash can in the corner.

A muffled thud.

"Walk."

He put one hand in his pocket and strode out of the revolving door.

"Let's go to the west of the city. I want to see how many holes this gold-devouring beast has."

Two heavy trucks painted in eco-friendly green, along with three black Mercedes-Benz sedans, rumbled toward the west of the city.

The car wheels rolled over the bumpy asphalt road, kicking up a cloud of pungent dust.

In the west of the city, there is the "Jinsha Entertainment City" which was converted from an underground air-raid shelter.

The rusty iron roller shutter was pulled down halfway, with colorful little "GG"s sprayed on it, along with a few glaring "Demolish" characters.

There wasn't even a hostess at the entrance; only two greenbottle flies were circling around a broken trash can.

Su Ye bent down and crawled through the roller shutter door.

A stench of foul air, a mixture of cheap cigarettes, musty carpet, and cheap perfume, assaulted my nostrils.

He wrinkled his nose in disgust and waved his hand in front of it twice.

The space inside was astonishingly large, several hundred square meters in size, and the lighting was so dim it resembled the underworld.

Dozens of brightly colored slot machines and fishing games, along with a few baccarat tables covered in green felt, sat there listlessly.

The colored lights on the machine flickered listlessly, emitting a monotonous "drip-drip" electronic sound.

More than thirty thugs who were guarding the place were sprawled out on the sofa in a disorderly manner.

They were all shirtless, their ribbonfish tattoos on their chests glistening with sweat.

Some were picking their toes, while others stared blankly at the ceiling with half a lit cigarette butt dangling from their mouths.

"Tiger is here!"

Someone shouted, their voice hoarse like a duck's quack.

More than thirty people jumped up as if they had been electrocuted.

They didn't even bother to put on slippers, and walked barefoot on the sticky carpet, swarming around them.

"Brother Tiger! You've finally arrived!"

The leader, a blond-haired boy, had eyes so red they looked like a rabbit's.

He grabbed Lei Hu's suit sleeve, snot bubbles practically popping out of his nose.

"The guys are starving! We only managed a couple of bites of cold rice last night. If we don't get any customers soon, we'll have to beg on the streets!"

Another fat man clutched his rumbling stomach.

His chubby face was all squeezed together, and he nodded in agreement with a mournful expression.

"Yeah, Tiger! The electricity bill is going up every day, even when the machines aren't running, they still consume electricity."

He stretched out his thick, radish-like fingers and pointed at the row of slot machines.

"How about we... sell these junk machines and get a few pounds of meat in return?"

Lei Hu slapped the fat man on the back of the head, making him stagger.

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating! President Su is right here, who are you to spout nonsense!"

Only then did the thugs notice Su Ye standing in front of Lei Hu.

They had only heard of this useless young master's name before; this was the first time they had ever seen his true face.

Looking at Su Ye's well-tailored dark blue suit and the elegant gold-rimmed glasses on his nose...

A group of rough-looking men looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.

Can this fair-skinned, delicate-looking scholar really feed us well?

Su Ye ignored the glares from the pack of hungry wolves.

He strode forward, his leather shoes making a dull "thud" on the moldy carpet.

He walked to the center of the hall.

We stopped in front of the most luxurious, so-called crown jewel, a pure imported "golden roulette."

The machine's casing was coated with a layer of cheap gold powder, and the colored lights on it flashed the brightest, hurting people's eyes.

Su Ye stared at the turntable for a few seconds.

The lenses reflected the bizarre and dazzling lights.

"Thunder Tiger".

Su Ye suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it echoed in the empty basement.

"Go to the corner and bring me that big red-painted fire sledgehammer."

Lei Hu was stunned.

His thick eyebrows were furrowed like two caterpillars, and the sweat that had just dried off his bald head started to reappear.

"B-Big brother... what are you doing with that hammer? This machine is very valuable; Grandpa spent hundreds of thousands to smuggle it back with him."

"I told you to go get it."

Su Ye turned his head to the side, the cold light in his eyes scraping across Lei Hu's face like a knife.

Lei Hu shrank back, not daring to utter another word.

He turned and ran to the corner of the wall with short, quick steps. He picked up the long-handled iron hammer, which weighed at least thirty pounds, and dragged it over, panting heavily.

The hammerhead scraped against the carpet, leaving a deep indentation.

Su Ye unbuttoned his suit jacket with one hand.

He took off his coat and casually tossed it onto the baccarat table next to him.

He then slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt and rolled up the cuffs to his elbows.

The forearm, with its smooth lines, is exposed.

Amidst the horrified gazes of more than thirty thugs, he snatched the hammer from Lei Hu's hand.

The 30-pound iron lump felt as light as a feather in his hands.

Su Ye took a deep breath, his chest rising high.

He gripped the rough wooden hammer handle with both hands and exerted force with his waist.

He was like a fully drawn bow.

"Buzz—"

The hammer swung in a semi-circle through the air, creating a piercing whistling sound.

"Bang!!!"

A deafening explosion resounded in the basement.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The gold roulette wheel, worth hundreds of thousands, was smashed by this hammer, leaving a terrifying dent.

Cheap gold powder and shards of colored glass splattered all over the ground like snowflakes.

"Sizzle—"

A burst of blue sparks erupted from the circuit board inside the machine, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

The colored lights went out instantly, and the electronic sound stopped abruptly.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

More than thirty thugs stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to their feet.

Their eyes bulged out of their sockets, like a flock of dumb geese being choked.

Lei Hu covered his face with his hands, peering through his fingers at the pile of scrap metal, his face contorted with heartache.

"My goodness... hundreds of thousands of dollars, and all we got was a bang?"

Zhang Tiezhu stood on the outside and subconsciously reached for his lower back.

What's wrong with this gang leader? Why is he violently damaging his own property?

Shen Qinghan's eardrums were throbbing from the impact of that hammer blow.

She took two steps back in her high heels to avoid the flying glass shards.

Looking at the large, red-painted, mottled iron hammer in Su Ye's hand, his heart skipped a beat.

Su Ye casually tossed the hammer to the ground.

With a "clang," several pieces of glass shattered.

He patted the dust off his hands.

He took the tissue Lei Hu handed him and slowly wiped the rust off his knuckles.

Su Ye turned around.

His gaze swept over the group of thugs who were still in a daze, and a fanatical smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Look carefully, you all!"

Su Ye pointed to the shattered parts scattered on the ground, his voice revealing a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

"From today onwards, all underground casinos under the Sihai Chamber of Commerce are to cease operations!"

He waved his hand, drawing a sharp arc in the air.

"This piece of junk can't earn us a single penny of legitimate profit; keeping it is just a death sentence!"

Huang Mao immediately heard that the business was closed.

His legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"President Su! You're cutting off our livelihood!"

He howled so hard it was heartbreaking, tears streaming down his face, which was covered in mud mixed with the dust from the ground.

"We can't do anything but run the place. If you close down, we'll really be starving!"

"Eating dirt?"

Su Ye chuckled.

He crumpled the dusty tissue into a ball and tossed it precisely into the broken trash can.

"I have plenty of golden rice bowls here, let's see if you bunch of good-for-nothings can hold onto them."

Su Ye walked up to the blond-haired man, lifted his leather shoe, and used the toe of his shoe to lift the blond-haired man's chin, forcing him to raise his head.

"Go, find out the rental agreement and blueprints for this shabby basement."

Su Ye raised his head and looked around at the large, single-level apartment, which spanned several hundred square meters.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll get a construction team on site. A complete overhaul!"

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and behind the lenses gleamed the greedy light of a capitalist.

"I'm going to build the most expensive and legally viable ATM in Longhai City right here!"

Lei Hu approached.

He scratched his forehead, looking completely bewildered.

"Mr. Su, this dark basement, if not a casino, what else could it be used for? A giant foot massage parlor?"