Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The corridor lights were a stark white, casting a cold, hard sheen on the floor tiles.

The central air conditioning vents are making a hissing noise.

Shen Qinghan gripped Zhou Ming's collar tightly, her knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

Her chest heaved violently, and her breathing became erratic.

"Was Lei Hu knocked unconscious?"

Shen Qinghan's voice rose, becoming sharp and somewhat shrill.

"Isn't he the security chief? Are those muscles inflatable?"

She shoved Zhou Ming away abruptly and reached for her lower back.

The touch of his fingertips on the cold holster gave him a slight boost of confidence.

"Let's go! To the archives!"

Zhou Ming staggered back two steps, his back hitting the wall with a dull thud.

The yellowed, tattered rag in his hand fell to the ground.

"Secretary Shen... Secretary Shen."

Zhou Ming's teeth chattered and clicked.

"Don't be impulsive! That's a dark web assassin! They kill without blinking an eye!"

He wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead, his glasses fogged up.

"The...the boss is still getting an IV drip in the infirmary. Should we call the police first?"

Call the police?

Shen Qinghan's forehead veins throbbed violently.

If she were to call Li Jianguo now and tell him that Sihai Group had been attacked by a transnational assassin...

Li Jianguo will definitely lead the riot police to surround this building completely.

At that time, all of Su Ye's shady claim ledgers will be exposed.

Then her three-year undercover mission was completely ruined.

Why call the police?

Shen Qinghan subconsciously bit her lower lip hard, tasting the rusty, metallic taste of blood on her tongue.

"Sihai Group is a legitimate company with a well-established security system."

She took a deep breath and tucked the sidearm from its holster deeper into her trench coat.

"Let's go. Let's go meet those two foreigners."

at the same time.

Sihai Group Longhai City Headquarters. Fifth floor, Legal Department Archives.

The air was filled with the sour smell of printer ink and the dry scent of paper.

Rows of tall metal filing cabinets stood like guards in the room.

The doors to the archives were wide open.

The door lock was violently damaged by external force, and metal parts were scattered all over the ground.

Two white foreigners wearing black turtlenecks stood swaggering in the middle of the room.

The tall man was named Jack, and his azure eyes gleamed with a chilling murderous intent.

The short man was named Tom, and he had a scar running down his nose that was enough to make anyone's scalp crawl.

They each held a Glock pistol fitted with a silencer.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at several legal department interns huddled together in the corner.

These recent college graduates had never seen anything like this before.

The suit was wrinkled and the tie was crooked.

Everyone was clutching a thick, red-covered copy of the Contract Law.

He was so frightened that his face turned ashen and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

"Tell that Su Ye to get his ass down here."

Jack, speaking broken Chinese, waved the gun in front of the intern.

"Three minutes. If I don't see him, I'll blow this place up."

He took a square piece of C4 explosive from his trench coat pocket and slammed it on the desk next to him.

The movement was rough, causing the coffee cups on the table to rattle loudly.

An intern wearing black-rimmed glasses swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He shakily raised the red book in his hand.

"Um...that..."

The intern's voice was trembling uncontrollably, choked with sobs.

"Dear friends from abroad..."

"You illegally entered someone else's workplace and were carrying explosives..."

He pushed up his glasses and forced himself to recite the legal provisions.

"This constitutes a crime endangering public safety, which could be punishable by death at the very least."

Tom sneered, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He stepped forward and kicked over the swivel chair in front of the intern.

"F**k your law!"

He pressed the gun directly against the intern's forehead.

The cold, metallic touch made the intern scream and almost wet his pants.

"I only recognize this one."

Tom grinned maliciously, his finger on the trigger, applying slight pressure.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the archives.

Dafei was wearing a blue work uniform.

He was wearing a yellow safety helmet with "Sihai Logistics and Maintenance" printed on it.

He was carrying a heavy metal toolbox.

The hideous scar on his forehead turned bright red with anger, and even seemed to be steaming.

He had just finished changing the battery of a truck in the garage when he heard that Lei Hu had been beaten up by two foreigners.

Dafei was once a ruthless figure in the Hongtai Gang, holding the rank of Double Flower Red Stick.

I can't stand this rudeness.

What's more, he had just extorted two hundred yuan from those two foreigners in the ride-hailing car.

This was practically a challenge to his dignity as the logistics manager of the Sihai Group.

Dafei walked to the door of the archives room and peeked inside.

When he saw the C4 explosive slammed on the table.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

All the muscles in my body tensed up instantly.

"Fuck you."

Dafei's rough fingers gripped the toolbox handle tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He cursed inwardly.

This isn't just ordinary provocation; this is a transnational terrorist attack!

Drug cartel groups in Southeast Asia's Golden Triangle.

Those bastards, back when the Hung Tai Gang was still powerful, Da Fei had dealings with them.

These guys are all desperate criminals; they'll do anything for money.

Last month, Sihai Group acquired those ocean shipping routes.

Dafei figured this was definitely not over yet.

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents; these drug lords will definitely seek revenge.

He just didn't expect the retaliation to come so quickly and so arrogantly.

Dafei took a deep breath.

Suppress the anger in his heart.

He knew that the boss had set a rule that no violence was allowed in the company.

You must not use foul language.

Otherwise, if he loses half a year's performance bonus, his down payment for the apartment with an elevator that he just found this month will be gone.

Dafei put down his toolbox.

He pulled a pair of white gloves, stained with engine oil, from his pocket and slowly put them on.

then.

He cleared his throat.

He raised his voice and tried to force a friendly smile.

The fat on his face trembled wildly with his smile.

"Hello, two international friends!"

Dafei took small, hesitant steps and awkwardly entered the archives room.

"I'm an electrician in the logistics department of our Sihai Group."

He pointed to the air conditioner vent on the wall and started spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"I just received a repair request saying that the air conditioner in this room isn't cooling properly, so I'm here to take a look."

Jack and Tom were stunned.

They turned to look at the Chinese electrician with a fierce face and wearing a safety helmet.

The gun barrel instinctively veered off course.

Jack frowned and looked Dafei up and down.

"Get out!"

He growled in broken Chinese, pointing the gun at the door.

"This is none of your business. Get out."

Dafei's smile froze for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and cursed the foreigner's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

But on the surface, he still maintained that creepy smile.

"Oh dear, sir, what are you saying?"

Dafei took two steps forward, getting less than a meter away from Jack.

"Repairing air conditioners is my job. If I can't fix them, my boss will dock my pay, and my whole family will starve!"

He stretched out his white-gloved hand and pointed to the piece of C4 explosive.

"Besides, this piece of black modeling clay on your desk looks quite unique. Is it a new type of stationery?"

Tom was getting impatient.

He thought the electrician was mentally unstable.

"I told you to get the f**k out!"

Tom suddenly raised his pistol and slammed the butt down hard on Dafei's forehead.

Dafei's eyes sharpened.

A chilling killing intent erupted from him.

This murderous aura was something he had accumulated from when he was stabbing people in the streets years ago.

He didn't dodge.

Instead, he ducked sharply, facing the butt of the rifle.

"Bang!"

A dull thud resounded.

It wasn't the sound of a gun butt hitting someone's head.

Instead, it was Dafei's yellow safety helmet, printed with "Sihai Logistics and Maintenance," that held Tom's rifle butt in place.

Tom felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

What is this helmet made of? It's harder than a rock!

Before Tom could react...

Dafei has already moved.

He charged into Tom's arms like a mad boar.

The thick arms gripped Tom's waist tightly and slammed him backward.

"boom!"

Tom was thrown over Dafei's shoulder with a standard over-the-shoulder throw, slamming heavily into the metal filing cabinet behind him.

The metal cabinet was smashed, leaving a large dent.

Tom grunted, and the Glock pistol slipped from his hand and flew into the corner.

Jack was horrified.

He never expected that this seemingly simple-minded electrician would be so incredibly skilled.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two muffled gunshots rang out, each fitted with a silencer.

The bullet hit the wall behind Dafei, splattering two clumps of white ash.

Dafei rolled over on the spot and hid behind a desk.

"Fuck you!"

Dafei finally couldn't hold back and swore, veins bulging on his forehead.

"If I don't show my power, you'll think I'm Hello Kitty!"

He ripped off his safety helmet and pulled out a pipe wrench that was at least half a meter long from his tool belt.

The pipe wrench was still covered in black machine oil.

"Hey foreigner, today I'll use this pipe wrench to teach you what Chinese Kung Fu is all about!"

In the corridor.

Shen Qinghan had just arrived at the entrance of the archives room when she heard the two muffled gunshots.

Her heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

Someone died.

Without hesitation, she drew the pistol from her waistband.

Holding the gun with both hands, he pressed himself against the wall and cautiously approached the doorway.

Take a deep breath.

Shen Qinghan suddenly leaned out, pointing the gun at the inside of the room.

"Don't move! Police!"

She shouted sharply, her voice clear and loud.

inside the house.

The scene was so bizarre that Shen Qinghan almost forgot to pull the trigger.