Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Lei Hu grabbed the little fat boy by the back of his neck.

Like carrying a plucked, sickly chicken, he strode briskly towards the entrance of the e-sports arena.

The chubby boy kicked wildly with his feet dangling in the air, his mesh sneakers scraping against Lei Hu's black trousers, leaving two gray marks.

"Let me go! I'll tell my uncle!"

The chubby boy howled in his hoarse, hoarse voice, snot bubbles coming out of his nose.

"My uncle works in the city management! He'll smash up your illegal internet cafe!"

Lei Hu completely ignored him.

He turned and waved to the blond-haired guy watching the commotion.

"Huang, Huang Mao, go and drive those three black Mercedes out of the underground garage."

Lei Hu sniffed and pinched the chubby little boy's fleshy nape twice with his rough, hard fingers.

"Call Er Lengzi and his gang, pick ten of the toughest guys. Have them all change into black suits and wear sunglasses."

Su Ye sat on a high stool at the cashier counter.

Chewing on a mint, the spicy coolness shot straight to my head.

He reached out and slammed a freshly printed transaction record onto the table.

"Bring the refund receipt."

Su Ye slightly raised his eyelids, and a cold light flashed behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Remember what I said, we're here to provide black gold level refund services, not to cause trouble."

He tapped his knuckles on the marble tabletop, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

"Anyone who dares to swear will be sent to the logistics park to clean toilets tomorrow."

"Alright, Mr. Su!"

Lei Hu grabbed the bill and stuffed it into his pocket.

He slapped his chest with a palm as big as a fan, making the muscles under his shirt jiggle.

At 11:30 p.m., the streets of Longhai City were unbearably hot and humid.

The cicadas were chirping their hearts out on the camphor trees by the roadside.

Three pure black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedans, like three moving black coffins.

They slipped silently into the Happiness Community on Heping Road.

The tires rolled over the potholes in the concrete road, splashing up a cloud of stale muddy water.

The chubby boy sat in the middle of the back row of the second car.

On the left is Huang Mao, and on the right is Er Lengzi.

The air conditioning was on in the carriage, and the smell of leather seats mingled with the strong body odor emanating from the two rough men.

In addition, the smell of cheap red plum tobacco seeped straight into the little fat boy's nose.

He finally stopped yelling.

His chubby hands gripped the hem of his school uniform tightly.

His upper and lower teeth were chattering, making a "clucking" sound, and his face was as pale as if he had been covered in flour.

"Uncle...brother, I really have no money. And my meat doesn't taste good either."

A warm sensation came from the crotch of the chubby boy's pants.

A stream of yellowish liquid ran down his thigh, soaking the expensive leather seat.

Er Lengzi glanced down and pinched his nose in disgust.

"Holy crap, Tiger! That little brat peed on the car!"

He slapped the back of the driver's seat in front of him.

"I just spent fifty yuan to have my car seat covers washed yesterday!"

The car was parked downstairs at Unit 5 of Building 3.

Ten burly men in suits got out of the car.

The leather shoes crunched rhythmically on the broken bricks.

The hallway was pitch black; the motion-activated lights had long since broken.

A strong smell of scallion oil and grease left over from yesterday's stir-frying, mixed with the musty smell of the sewer, hit me.

Lei Hu carried the chubby boy at the front.

The stairwell was too narrow, and his burly figure completely blocked the stairs.

The beam of the flashlight swayed wildly across the wall covered with graffiti.

Room 402

A woman's suppressed sobs could be heard coming from inside the old security door.

There were also the sounds of a man's impatient footsteps, his slippers slapping against the floor.

"What time is it! I told you to call the police, but you insisted on waiting!"

The man's voice trembled with a split-like quality.

"What if... what if I get kidnapped by a kidnapper...?"

The woman cried so hard she could barely breathe, her voice becoming hoarse.

Lei Hu extended his index finger, which was as thick as a radish.

He knocked heavily three times on the rusty security door.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The crying inside the door was abruptly stopped.

The light in the cat's eyes dimmed slightly.

The security door made a screeching metallic scraping sound and opened a crack about two fingers wide.

Through the crack in the door, a rusty kitchen knife with a cold, gleaming blade was visible.

And the man's bloodshot, terrified eyes.

"Who?! I've called the police!"

The man's hand holding the cleaver trembled like a leaf.

The back of the knife struck the door frame, making a loud clanging sound.

Lei Hu took half a step back.

The dim hallway light shone on his face, which was covered in fat and scars, making him look even more unsettling.

"Um..."

Lei Hu cleared his throat.

He tried hard to pull the fat on his face to the sides, forcing out a smile that looked worse than crying.

He pushed the chubby little boy in his arms forward.

"Brother, don't get agitated. We're staff from the Speed ​​Star Esports Arena, here to bring your child back."

The man froze.

The cleaver was still hanging in mid-air. His gaze went past the chubby boy's head and looked behind Lei Hu.

Ten burly men in black suits and sunglasses stood in the dark hallway.

They were all burly men, their suit buttons practically bursting out of their seats.

This doesn't look like an internet cafe employee.

This is clearly a gang of thugs who just left a crime scene!

The woman lunged at us from behind the door.

He flung open the security door and pulled the chubby boy tightly into his arms.

"Son! Where have you been?!"

The woman burst into tears, her tears smearing all over the chubby boy's neck.

The man swallowed hard.

My palms were covered in cold sweat, which dripped down the handle and became slippery and impossible to grip.

"Gentlemen...gentlemen, my child is being unreasonable. Does he owe you money?"

The man's hand trembled as he reached for the pocket of his pajama bottoms.

"I have two thousand yuan in cash here. Take it and buy a pack of cigarettes. If it's not enough, I'll get more..."

Lei Hu frowned.

The centipede scar on his face twitched as if it had come to life.

"Bullshit! We're legitimate business people, why would we need your money!"

His roar was as loud as a bell.

The tremor caused the spiderwebs in the stairwell to shake violently, and two pieces of plaster to fall off the wall.

The man was so frightened that his legs went weak.

He leaned against the shoe cabinet, and the kitchen knife slipped from his hand, smashing onto the floor tiles and chipping off a corner.

Lei Hu realized what was happening and remembered the rules Su Ye had told him.

He quickly raised his rough, calloused hand and lightly slapped his own mouth.

"Sorry for blurting it out, bro."

Lei Hu took a step forward.

He pulled out the crumpled bank statement from his pocket, along with five brand-new 100-yuan bills.

He handed it over with both hands.

She bent down and gave the man a deep, ninety-degree bow.

The ten burly men behind him also bent down in unison.

The heels of the leather shoes clicked together, making a neat clanging sound.

"Sorry, bro!"

Ten people shouted at the top of their lungs, the sound shaking up the dust in the stairwell.

The man was completely dumbfounded.

My eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, my legs were cramping, and I barely managed to stay upright by holding onto the shoe cabinet.

Lei Hu forcefully stuffed the money and the order into the man's stiff hand.

"Your son stole five hundred yuan to recharge his game account at our place."

Lei Hu straightened up and pointed to the red text on the list.

"Our CEO, Mr. Su, said he would never make money off minors. This money will be refunded to you in full."

The woman stopped crying.

He stared at the red bill in his hand, mouth agape, his mind buzzing.

Gangsters drove up in a Mercedes in the middle of the night, just to get a refund of 500 yuan for internet fees?

Bowing and apologizing? Has the world gone mad?

"But brother, I have to criticize you a bit."

Lei Hu put on a stern face, tapping the door frame with his thick fingers, looking very serious.

"Making money is one thing, but you also need to take care of your kids! They're only in elementary school and they're already stealing money; what will they do when they grow up and rob banks?"

Lei Hu sighed, and a strong smell of cheap tobacco hit the man's face.

"If this happened in our old gang... cough, in our village, they would have broken his leg long ago."

He patted the man's shoulder with such force that the man gasped.

"You parents need to take responsibility! You can't just be busy playing mahjong!"

The man's eyes welled up with tears, and his knees buckled, almost causing him to kneel down.

"Yes, yes, yes! Big brother is right, I will definitely discipline them more strictly from now on!"

The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead haphazardly, so moved that he was incoherent.

"Thank you so much! Your service... your corporate responsibility is truly touching! Would you like some water before you go, sir?"

"We won't drink the water; we have to go back on patrol."

Lei Hu waved his hand and turned to go downstairs.

Huang Mao and Er Lengzi also turned around, and the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

Just as Lei Hu turned his head...

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the open door and into the living room.

On the peeling coffee table, several empty beer bottles were piled up haphazardly.

Next to the beer bottle, there was a bright red exam paper.

The "20" drawn in red at the top is very glaring under the incandescent light.

Lei Hu suddenly stopped.

The soles of the leather shoes made short, sharp scraping sounds as they rubbed against the cement steps.

He turned around, staring at the exam paper, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot.

"Hey bro."

Lei Hu pointed towards the coffee table.

"Is that a third-grade math test?"

The man followed his gaze and awkwardly rubbed his hands together.

His face turned bright red.

"Ah...right. That brat got 20 on his math test, and I was so angry I beat him up last night. That's why he stole money and ran away."

The man sighed, his face full of worry.

"The math olympiad problems these days are too difficult. Neither his mother nor I graduated from junior high school, so we can't tutor him."

Lei Hu didn't respond.

Suddenly, the four words Su Ye had told him at the bar that evening popped into his mind: "Service to your door."

Yeah, what kind of service is it to just refund the money?

President Su said that we must use practical actions to win over customers and establish an impeccable corporate image!

Lei Hu suddenly turned around.

He grabbed the black suit's bow tie and yanked it outwards with force.

With a "rip," the tie was loosened and hung around the neck.

He took off his tight-fitting suit jacket.

His white shirt, soaked with sweat, was visible underneath, revealing clearly defined pectoral muscles.

Lei Hu tossed his coat into the arms of the blond-haired man next to him.

Take big strides and step directly over the security door.

I strode into the living room, stepping onto the oil-stained composite floor.

He casually pulled over a folding tin chair and sat down imposingly in front of the coffee table.

The man and woman were so frightened that they hugged their child tightly, their backs pressed against the wall, forgetting even to breathe.

"B-Big brother, what are you doing?"

The man's voice trembled, thinking that Lei Hu was going to sit there and collect protection money.

Lei Hu slapped the 20-point test paper.

The impact caused the empty beer bottles next to it to rattle and roll to the edge of the carpet.

He turned his head, his large, round eyes fixed on the chubby little boy huddled in the woman's arms.

A sinister smile, both extremely ferocious and attempting to appear gentle, stretched from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

Lei Hu took a red and blue pencil out of his shirt pocket and twirled it twice between his rough fingers.

"When I took the college entrance exam, I at least memorized some math formulas."

He waved to the chubby boy, his rough voice carrying an undeniable menacing aura.

"Kid, get over here and sit down. If you don't solve this chicken-and-rabbit-in-a-cage math problem tonight, no one in your family will be sleeping!"