Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Terminal 3 of Longhai International Airport.

The sensor-activated glass door slides open to both sides.

The cold winter wind blew in, making people's skin feel tight.

Jack wrapped his trench coat tighter around himself and pushed his luggage cart out the door.

Tom followed behind, chewing gum and blowing out a pink bubble.

Long queues formed in the waiting area for ride-hailing services.

The cold air was mixed with the smell of car exhaust.

Jack looked up at the sign and strode towards a bright yellow car.

The vehicle is printed with the four black characters "四海出行" (meaning "travel the world").

Very eye-catching.

Jack opened the back door and threw his backpack inside.

Tom followed closely behind into the carriage and closed the door behind him.

The car heater was on.

The smell of leather was mixed with the odor of cheap car air freshener.

The smell made Jack feel nauseous. He rolled down the car window, leaving it a crack.

The driver was bald.

He was wearing a faded yellow uniform with the collar pulled tight.

The man was wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low over his head.

Only the lower half of his face, covered in horizontal lines, was visible.

Dafei glanced at the two foreigners through the rearview mirror.

He frowned slightly.

"Where to?"

He spoke with a heavy Longhai accent, swiping his fingers across the car's infotainment screen.

"The headquarters of the Sihai Group. Building."

Jack gave the address in broken Chinese.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and unconsciously reached for the inside of his trench coat.

The specially made pistol that was just assembled in the bathroom is hidden there.

Dafei entered the destination into the navigation system.

"Sihai Building, right? Fasten your seatbelts, I've turned on the meter."

He stepped on the gas, turned the steering wheel, and the yellow car slid out of the waiting area.

The car got onto the airport expressway.

The trees on both sides rushed past.

The carriage was very quiet.

The only sound was Tom chewing gum. *Smack, smack.*

Dafei gripped the steering wheel with one hand and wiped the other hand on his trouser leg.

He felt that there was something wrong with the two foreigners.

Wearing such a thin trench coat in the dead of winter, aren't you cold?

The tall man had his eyes closed, but his breathing was heavy.

Moreover, these two people have a certain smell about them.

Dafei sniffed.

He knows this flavor all too well.

Back when he was a double-flower red stick in the Hongtai Gang, he had a lot of dealings with those tough guys in the underworld.

It smells like gun oil.

Although it was very faint, it was mostly masked by the car air freshener.

But Dafei still managed to smell it.

Those two grandsons brought firearms.

Dafei's heart sank.

The scar on his forehead, hidden under the brim of his hat, began to burn.

Going to the headquarters of the Four Seas? With a gun?

Is this guy targeting the boss?

"Oh, you two foreign friends."

Dafei cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound like that of a dutiful driver.

"Is this your first time in Longhai?"

He observed the movements in the back row through the rearview mirror.

Tom opened his eyes and spat out the bubbles in his mouth.

"None of your business. Just drive your car."

He spoke Chinese haltingly and in a very impatient tone.

Dafei cursed under his breath.

But remembering the rules set by Su Ye, he swallowed back the profanity.

He couldn't bear to pay the 200 yuan fine.

For the past few months, he has been driving a ride-hailing car during the day and studying physics formulas to take the electrician's license exam at night.

I finally saved up enough for a down payment on a house.

You can't deduct money for swearing.

"Alright, I won't ask. You two, sit tight."

Dafei stepped on the gas.

The yellow car weaved through the traffic.

Jack opened his eyes and glanced out the window.

"Does your car have bulletproof glass?"

He suddenly asked a question.

His tone was tentative, and his hand was still groping inside his trench coat.

Dafei's heart skipped a beat.

Bulletproof glass? This foreigner even knows about that?

His ride-hailing car, which he drives around the world, was indeed modified by the company.

The glass was thickened, and steel plates were inserted into the car doors.

According to Su Ye, this is to ensure the personal safety of drivers when faced with "uncivilized passengers".

"Bulletproof glass? No, we don't have any."

Dafei chuckled.

"My old car just has regular window tinting. I don't need that stuff."

He pretended to be someone who had never seen the world.

Jack didn't say anything more.

Close your eyes again.

Tom took his phone out of his pocket and started browsing the web.

The carriage fell silent again.

Dafei felt sweat on his back.

The uniform stuck to my back, feeling sticky.

He was now 100% certain that the two men were assassins.

He had to deliver the message quickly.

But you can't make a phone call, it will alert them.

Dafei's gaze fell on a red button in the lower right corner of the car's infotainment screen.

That button is usually used to call the Sihai Group's back-end customer service.

If you encounter a car accident or dispute, press the button and customer service will immediately locate the cause and call the police.

But Su Ye added a feature to this group of special drivers.

Pressing the button three times activates the highest level of security alarm.

The signal was switched directly to the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Security.

Dafei took a deep breath.

He took his right hand off the steering wheel, pretending to adjust the air conditioning temperature.

My finger touched the red button.

one two three.

The screen remained unchanged.

But Dafei knew that the signal had already been sent.

What he needs to do now is to keep these two people calm.

We can't let them fire from inside the car, and we certainly can't let them get out and run away.

"The two of you."

Dafei spoke again, this time a bit louder.

"There's road construction ahead, and it's causing a traffic jam. Can I take a side road?"

He looked at the navigation and randomly pointed to a secluded section of road.

Jack opened his eyes and frowned.

"How long will it take?"

He glanced at his watch.

"It's quick, saving ten minutes compared to taking the main road."

Dafei turned the steering wheel, and the car turned onto a side road.

On both sides are abandoned factories and wasteland.

The road surface was full of potholes, and the car bounced around.

Tom gripped the handrail tightly.

"What kind of lousy road is this?"

He grumbled and took his hand out of his trench coat pocket.

Dafei ignored him.

Step on the gas pedal all the way down.

A yellow sedan sped across the wasteland.

A cloud of dust rose up.

He was driving while making plans in his mind.

The car might break down or be forced to stop later.

These two are definitely going to make a move.

He needs to find an opportunity to give them a taste of their own medicine with a riot fork.

Three hundred volts is enough to give them a hard time.

"drop--"

The car's infotainment screen suddenly flickered.

A short message popped up.

Only two words: "Received".

Dafei breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Lei Hu and his men are ready.

All he needs to do now is lead the two assassins to the designated location.

"squeak--"

Dafei slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the gravel road.

The car stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

"arrive."

Dafei turned off the engine and removed the car key.

He turned to look at the two assassins in the back row.

A simple, honest smile appeared on his face, the scar on his forehead pressed together.

"Gentlemen, please get out of the car."

Jack and Tom exchanged a glance.

This place doesn't look like a corporate headquarters at all.

"Is this the Sihai Group?" Jack reached into his trench coat.

"Are you playing us?"

His tone was cold, and he prepared to draw his gun.

Dafei opened the car door.

He now held a black high-pressure anti-riot fork in his hand.

Press the switch.

"Sizzle—"

Blue arcs of electricity leaped at the front end, crackling and popping.

"I'm taking you to the headquarters in the Western Paradise."

Dafei pointed at the back seat with a riot control fork.

"Get down here!"