Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Outside the gate of the abandoned logistics park in the southern suburbs.

A cold wind swirled the withered yellow sycamore leaves.

The blue arcs of electricity at the tip of the riot control fork crackled, and the smell of burning ozone filled the air and forced people into their nostrils.

The two white assassins, both wearing high-necked trench coats, stood frozen in place.

One of them had his hand deep inside his trench coat pocket.

His fingers were gripping the trigger of the Glock pistol with a silencer, his knuckles turning pale.

With just the slightest movement of his finger.

The ride-hailing driver in the yellow vest in front of you will immediately have a bloody hole in his head.

But he didn't dare to fire.

This is the side of a main road.

Not far from the park entrance, hundreds of burly men with fierce faces were sitting in a row reading the Xinhua Dictionary.

The waves of reading aloud were so loud they made his eardrums buzz.

To risk exposing his whereabouts by firing a gun in the street for a $30 fare and a $200 fine?

The $10 million bounty offered on the dark web has been completely lost.

"Scan the QR code."

The assassin took a deep breath, his azure eyes gleaming with chilling killing intent.

He pulled a secondhand phone with a cracked screen from his pocket and uttered two words awkwardly.

"Ding, WeChat payment received, 340 yuan."

An electronic notification sound came from the box containing the QR code sign hanging on Dafei's chest.

Dafei put away the riot control fork.

The switch was turned off.

He patted the assassin on the shoulder, and the centipede-scarred man forced out what he thought was a friendly smile.

"That settles it. Harmony brings wealth."

"Foreign brother, please refrain from using the word 'get lost' in our Jinghai area in the future. It's a vulgar term."

Dafei climbed back into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and the yellow ride-hailing car sped away, belching out a plume of exhaust fumes.

Two top assassins stood in the cold wind.

Watching the taillights of that departing car, I felt that this eastern city exuded an inexplicable eeriness.

Two days later.

Sihai Group Jinghai Branch. President's Office.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, creating distinct patches of light on the carpet.

Shen Qinghan stood by the water dispenser in the corner.

He was holding a chipped silver stainless steel thermos.

She lowered her eyes.

With slender fingers, she picked up five shriveled, plump goji berries and dropped them precisely into the bottom of the cup.

Press the hot water button with your index finger.

Pour 85-degree warm water into the cup, and the water level will stop just one centimeter from the rim of the cup.

As the steam rises, the unique, slightly sweet aroma of goji berries fills the air.

She skillfully screwed the cup lid on.

I neatly stacked several newly printed damage assessment and claim reports from the legal department in chronological order.

She smoothed out even the creases at the corners of the pages, bit by bit.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

Shen Qinghan suddenly froze.

The flat canvas shoes on her feet remained firmly rooted to the spot.

She looked at her hand holding the thermos, and her mind went blank for a moment.

She was a top-notch undercover agent sent by the provincial department.

The top fighter and grappling expert who graduated from police academy.

Now, he's even developed muscle memory for controlling the water temperature and soaking time when this triad boss drinks goji berries.

This life is just like being a hardworking and devoted personal secretary.

Shen Qinghan subconsciously bit her lower lip hard.

A sharp, stinging sensation struck.

The rusty, bloody taste slowly melted on the tip of the tongue.

She carried the cup to her desk and gently placed it down.

Su Ye sat in the executive chair.

His eyes never left the data on the overseas offshore accounts on the computer screen.

He picked up the cup casually.

With your index finger resting on the edge, slowly rotate your wrist.

"Click".

A crisp metallic scraping sound rang out.

Su Ye blew on the swollen goji berries soaking in the water and took a small sip.

"The financial approval form that Chen just submitted has a decimal point error."

Su Ye's voice was as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Take it back and make him redo it. Deduct fifty yuan from his performance bonus."

"Okay...okay."

Shen Qinghan swallowed hard, picked up the receipt, and strode towards the office's private restroom.

Close the door and lock it.

She leaned against the cold, tiled wall, her chest heaving violently.

He reached into the pocket of his black trench coat and pulled out the blind-type encrypted phone.

My fingers flew across the keyboard as I dialed the number I knew by heart.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

The receiver carried Li Jianguo's heavy, labored breathing, like a broken bellows.

"Girl...cough cough."

Li Jianguo's voice was hoarse, "What kind of trouble has that madman been up to these past few days?"

Shen Qinghan's fingers, gripping the phone, turned slightly white.

"No. He's been dealing with the mess from the overseas logistics acquisitions these past few days."

She lowered her voice, her eyes fixed on the water droplets dripping from the sink faucet.

"Director Li. The day before yesterday at the park entrance, Dafei used a riot fork to force two foreigners who appeared to be assassins..."

"I paid a fine of two hundred dollars for swearing."

"Bang!"

A deafening slam of the hand on the table came from the other end of the phone.

Immediately following was the sound of a teacup shattering on the ground.

"This is outrageous!"

Li Jianguo roared, and you could feel the veins throbbing in his neck even through the radio waves.

"A criminal gang is issuing fines on the street? And extorting money from foreigners?"

"Does Su Ye think Jinghai City is his personal bathhouse? He can punish whomever he wants?"

"This malignant tumor! It'll tear a hole in the sky sooner or later!"

Shen Qinghan's heart inexplicably tightened as she listened to Li Jianguo's roar.

That familiar aversion didn't appear; instead, a sense of absurd indignation arose.

Images of burly thugs lining up to memorize dictionaries flashed through her mind.

A scene flashed through my mind: Chen Suan trembling as he called the tax bureau, begging them to issue a value-added tax invoice.

"Director Li, this isn't extortion."

Shen Qinghan blurted it out, her voice losing its volume.

"Dafei drives for a ride-hailing service. The 200 yuan was charged as a service breach penalty."

"Sihai Finance Department just deposited this money into the public account yesterday. They also paid taxes at the local tax bureau at a rate of six percent."

She spoke faster and faster as she spoke.

"Moreover, those two foreigners had guns. If Dafei hadn't used the rules to force them to back down, someone might have already been killed at the park entrance."

A deathly silence fell over the other end of the phone.

Only Li Jianguo's heavy, disordered breathing could be heard.

Shen Qinghan was stunned.

My scalp tingled.

What did she just say?

Is she defending a gang leader?

And the logic he used was the "legal and compliant" approach that man always talked about?

"Shen Qinghan".

Li Jianguo's voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with disbelief and shock.

"Are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten you ever worn a police uniform?"

"Do you even know who you're siding with?!"

"That's a ruthless gang that eats people alive!"

"I...I didn't."

Shen Qinghan's fingers were icy cold, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the white shirt lining his trench coat.

The fabric clung to my spine, cool to the bone.

Her heart pounded wildly, crashing against her chest and making her eardrums ache.

"Director Li... someone's here. I'll hang up now."

Before Li Jianguo could speak again...

Shen Qinghan hurriedly cut off the communication.

He stuffed his phone tightly into his trench coat pocket and braced his hands on the edge of the marble sink.

She looked up at herself in the mirror.

His eyes revealed a deep sense of fear and confusion.

That familiar face was now as pale as paper.

During her three years undercover, she never wavered in front of any criminal.

But now.

Watching Su Ye use such bizarre methods to make the underground order in Jinghai City even more civilized than the campus.

She discovered that she couldn't find any substantial evidence of a crime.

This gradual assimilation, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, is far more terrifying than having a gun pointed directly at her head.

"Click".

A very faint metallic scraping sound suddenly came from outside the door.

That's the signature sound of a thermos lid being unscrewed.

The hairs on Shen Qinghan's back stood on end.

She turned around abruptly.

The bathroom doorknob was gently turned from the outside.

It couldn't be turned open. Because it was locked from the inside.

Su Ye's calm, still voice clearly penetrated the small space through the thin wooden door.

There was not a single up or down.

"Who are you reporting to?"

"The issue of how this $200 fine was recorded."