Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Su Ye stood in front of the cashier, his gaze following Lei Hu's thick finger to the upper right corner of the computer monitor.

The picture was a bit blurry, but those few teenagers in blue and white school uniforms stood out like steamed buns among a bunch of adult players puffing away on cigarettes.

The lucky cat on the bar counter was waving its paws, making a "click-clack" sound.

Su Ye's face was even darker than the night outside.

The cold air seeped straight in through his collar, raising a string of fine goosebumps.

"Bring all those bastards out here."

Su Ye lowered his voice, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, revealing an unyielding and uncompromising demeanor.

Lei Hu shrank his neck and rubbed a few gray streaks in his palm, which was as big as a palm fan.

"Mr. Su, this... they've been running this machine all night, it costs twenty yuan an hour."

Lei Hu's large, copper-bell-shaped eyes darted around, and the centipede-like scars at the corners of his eyes clung together.

"The money's already in the account; if we kick them out now, won't we be losing money on this deal?"

Su Ye turned around.

Those eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses were fixed on Lei Hu's face, like two sharpened bone-scraping knives.

Lei Hu felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at, and subconsciously took a half step back, his lower back hitting the edge of the marble bar counter, making him hiss in pain.

"deficit?"

Su Ye grabbed an opened pack of tissues from the bar and slammed it into Lei Hu's chest.

The light plastic packaging made a dull thud when it hit the ground.

"You don't know anything about losses!"

Su Ye pointed to the neon sign above his head that flashed with "Speedy Interstellar".

"Sihai Group is a major taxpayer now, a company with a conscience! You're letting a bunch of immature brats play games all night in our place?"

He gritted his teeth, his voice as fast as a machine gun.

"If the police check the water meter, or if some serious parent reports this to the TV station, our signboard will be banned tomorrow!"

A layer of thick white sweat instantly seeped from Lei Hu's shiny bald head.

He started to stutter, his tongue getting all tied up in his mouth.

"Then, what should we do? I'll get the brothers to unplug the internet cable and kick these little bastards out."

"Just kick them out and that's it?"

Su Ye sneered, took a mint out of his hoodie pocket, unwrapped it with one hand, and threw it into his mouth.

The crisp, cracking sound seemed particularly jarring in front of the quiet bar.

"Go to the logistics department and get some red cloth to cut into armbands."

Su Ye chewed on the candy, the spicy coolness dispelling the stuffiness in his chest.

"Make those thirty-odd guys who guard the place take off their black suits and put on tank tops instead."

His gaze swept across the surveillance screen, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Write clearly in black pen on the armband: 'Minor Anti-Addiction Patrol Specialist.' Two people per group, monitor rows and rows of devices!"

Lei Hu's eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit a light bulb.

"Patrolmen? What are we... these roughnecks supposed to do?"

He looked down at the menacing dragon tattoo on his arm, then touched the scar on his face.

"Mr. Su, with our looks, wouldn't we scare the kids to death?"

"I want people to be so scared they pee their pants!"

Su Ye tapped his fingers heavily on the bar twice.

"Remember this. We won't lay a hand on them or use insults. We'll just use that same look you have when you're hacking people to death in the street to give them psychological counseling."

In less than half an hour, the atmosphere in the e-sports arena changed drastically.

Thirty-odd burly men with fierce faces and bodies covered in tattoos and scars.

His arms were bare, and he was only wearing a black tight-fitting tank top, with a bright red armband pinned to his left arm.

This group of people already looked fierce and menacing.

Dressed like this now, they look like a gangster debt collectors who just escaped from a Hong Kong movie set.

Sun Xiaohou had just fixed a computer that was displaying a blue screen, and he was still holding a screwdriver in his hand.

Looking up, I saw Huang Mao leading two brothers, swaggering over like little demons on patrol.

The gold chain around the blond-haired man's neck swayed as he walked, gleaming with the glitter of a nouveau riche.

He walked up to a machine and stopped.

A middle school student was slumped in a chair, frantically typing on the keyboard while cursing under his breath.

"Are you blind, support?! Heal! Holy crap!"

The blond-haired man remained silent.

He pulled over an empty chair and sat down with an air of authority.

Spread your legs apart, rest your elbows on your knees, and lean forward.

That face, covered in acne scars and fleshy features, was almost pressed against the middle school student's screen.

The middle school students were fighting fiercely when they caught a glimpse of a dark figure appearing beside them.

He suddenly turned his head.

The blond-haired man's dead fish eyes were staring at him intently.

With more white in his eyes than black in his pupils, and a head of dry, yellow hair, he looked like a zombie that had just crawled out of a graveyard under the eerie blue light of the holographic projection.

The middle school student gasped, his fingers freezing on the keyboard.

The mouse fell to the table with a "thud," and the character in the game was instantly taken down by the opponent's combo.

The screen is grayed out.

Yellow Hair stretched out his right hand, holding an unlit cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and tapped it twice on the table.

"Young man."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against rust.

"Take out your ID card and let me see it."

The middle school student swallowed hard, making a gurgling sound in his throat.

His hands trembled as he fumbled in his school uniform pocket for a long time before finally pulling out a crumpled ID card.

"This...this is mine..."

Huang Mao took the ID card, squinted at the photo on it, and saw that it belonged to a man in his thirties.

She looked up again at the young man in front of her, whose face was full of collagen.

"Thirty-five years old?"

The blond-haired man slammed his ID card on the table, a smile that looked more like a grimace tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You look older than your age. You've taken good care of yourself, almost like you've reversed the aging process?"

The middle school student turned pale with fright, and cold sweat streamed down his temples.

"Big brother... I stole this from my uncle. I'm fifteen this year."

His voice trembled, and his eyes were already red.

The blond-haired man didn't say anything.

He pulled out a pair of nail clippers he'd bought from a street stall and started trimming his nails, which were covered in black grime, with a "click-clack" sound.

The sound of metal clashing was amplified infinitely in the tense atmosphere.

"Fifteen years old."

He blew the crumbs off his fingernails and stared intently into the middle school student's eyes.

"Do you know what happens when we catch a minor going to an internet cafe?"

The middle school student shook his head frantically, tears welling up in his eyes.

The blond-haired man slammed the nail clippers on the table with a loud "smack".

"Get off the plane! Go home and do your homework!"

His shout made the middle school student tumble and scramble up from his chair.

He didn't even bother to grab his schoolbag; he rushed straight out the gate, running faster than a rabbit.

This scene played out repeatedly in various corners of the e-sports arena.

Some pretended to be college students and were surrounded by several burly men.

The oppressive feeling was even more terrifying than being stared at by a dozen or so deans.

The burly men stared at each other without saying a word.

The incident terrified several high school students so much that they immediately admitted their mistake, cried as they paid for the overnight internet session, and ran out the door in tears.

Su Ye sat on a high stool at the bar, watching all of this unfold.

He leisurely swung his long legs, in a great mood.

Isn't this more exciting than collecting protection money in the past?

The contrast between having the most savage face and doing the most law-abiding things is amazing.

Lei Hu was also on patrol.

His arms were the thickest, and the red armband was digging into his biceps, almost bursting.

He walked to the innermost, most secluded corner.

That's where the light is dimmest and the smell of smoke is strongest.

A small, chubby little thing was curled up in front of a computer.

He was a chubby little boy who looked only eight or nine years old, with a curly haircut.

He was wearing headphones bigger than his head, and his keyboard was clattering loudly.

There was also a half-empty bottle of iced tea on the left.

Lei Hu frowned.

He strode over and ripped off the chubby boy's headphones.

"Little brat, how old are you? Who let you in?"

Just as the chubby boy was at a crucial moment in the game, his headphones were suddenly ripped off.

He turned his head away angrily.

His chubby face was full of impatience, and his two short, thick eyebrows stood up straight.

"What! Can't you see I'm pushing the tower? Leave me alone!"

Lei Hu was stunned.

This was the first time in his life he had been yelled at like that by a little kid.

He stretched out his thick, radish-like fingers and pointed to the scar on his face.

"Look at my face! Try yelling at me again!"

The chubby boy wasn't afraid at all.

Instead, he stood up from the chair, put his hands on his thick waist, and looked up to meet Lei Hu's gaze.

"So what if you have a scarred face? You're ugly, so can't I even say that?"

He pointed at the game interface on the screen, spitting all over Lei Hu's trouser leg.

"I spent 500 yuan on skins! 500 yuan! You ruined my game, can you afford to compensate me?!"

Lei Hu was so angered by this brat that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

He glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the screen; it was 11:30 PM.

"Five hundred yuan?"

Lei Hu's thick eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. "Where did you get so much money? Do your parents know what you've been up to?"

"Mind your own business!"

The chubby boy snatched the headphones from Lei Hu's hand and put them back on.

"I took that from my mom's bag. She loses way more than that when she plays mahjong, so what's wrong with me taking some?"

He muttered to himself as he skillfully controlled the mouse, completely ignoring Lei Hu.

Lei Hu became a sensation.

He stretched out two fingers and pinched the little fat boy's collar at the back of his neck.

Like picking up a chick, they simply lifted him off the gaming chair.

"Hey! Let go of me! Help! Someone's robbing me!"

The chubby boy kicked and flailed in mid-air, his short, fat legs flailing wildly.

Lei Hu's face was taut and full of fat.

He brought the chubby boy close to his face, his eyes revealing a fierce glint.

That murderous aura, honed through years of licking blood from the edge of a knife, was now fully unleashed.

"robbery?"

Lei Hu's voice was extremely low, like the growl of a wild beast.

He stretched out his calloused hand and patted the chubby boy's face twice.

"Kid, you stole money from home to play video games, and you still dare to act tough with me here."

The chubby boy finally felt scared.

He looked into Lei Hu's bloodshot eyes and felt the strong stench of sweat mixed with a sense of oppression.

Their arrogant demeanor instantly deflated.

Her lips began to tremble, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Big brother... I was wrong, please don't hit me."

"I won't hit you."

Lei Hu's lips curled into a ferocious smile.

He tossed the chubby boy back onto the chair, placed his hands on the keyboard, and stopped him from continuing to play the game.

Tell me.

Lei Hu leaned down, his heavy breaths spraying onto the chubby boy's face.

"Which street do you live on? What's your house number?"

The chubby boy was so frightened he started twitching.

Tears fell like beads from a broken string, dripping onto the greasy keyboard.

"Peace...Peace Road...Happiness Community, Building 3, Unit 5, Room 402."

He stammered out the address, his voice trembling like leaves in the cold wind.

"Brother, why are you asking this? Are you going to rob my house?"

"robbery?"

Lei Hu snorted coldly.

He let go, stood up straight, and patted the dust off his hands.

"You stole money from home to spend on games; I'm going to have to settle this score with your parents."

Lei Hu turned around and shouted into the hall.

"Yellow Hair! You simpleton! Call ten brothers and go to the logistics department to get a few high-powered flashlights."

He turned to look at the chubby little boy slumped in the chair, trembling.

A smile, more terrifying than a vengeful ghost, appeared on that scarred face.

"Kid, pack your bag. We'll personally escort you home tonight."