Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Lei Hu sat on a folding tin chair with a large sword and a golden horse.

The chair leg creaked under the strain, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

He ripped off the wrinkled black suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair.

The palm, as big as a palm leaf fan, slammed its hand on the coffee table with a deafening roar, causing the empty beer bottle to roll around to the corner and hit the baseboard.

"Get over here!" Lei Hu roared in a rough voice.

The chubby boy looked like a frightened quail.

I scrambled to the coffee table, barely touching my bottom with half a plastic stool, my chubby thighs trembling.

Lei Hu took out a red and blue pencil from his pocket, bit the tip, and spat out some wood chips.

He used the tip of his pencil to poke the question on the test paper so hard that the paper was almost pierced.

"Listen carefully, there's a chicken and a rabbit in the same cage. There are 35 heads and 94 legs in total. How many chickens and rabbits are there?"

Lei Hu read the question in a rough, gruff voice, like he was reciting a wanted order from the martial arts world.

He turned his head and glared at the chubby boy, the centipede scar at the corner of his eye bulging out.

"Kid, when you fight, do you know how many legs a chicken has? How many legs a rabbit has?"

The chubby boy sniffled with yellow snot, his upper and lower teeth chattering.

"Two chickens, four rabbits."

"That's right!"

Lei Hu slapped the coffee table, sending a layer of pencil ash flying.

"Now listen to me, chop off all of the rabbit's front legs! How many legs will be on the ground?"

The chubby boy was startled, feeling a chill in his crotch, as if his legs were about to be chopped off.

"Two, two!"

His voice trembled with tears.

"That settles it!"

Lei Hu took a pen and drew a crooked equation on the paper.

"If we count them all as two legs, that's thirty-five heads, how many legs are there? If you get one number wrong, I'll chop off your legs too!"

"seventy!"

The chubby boy practically yelled it out.

His gaming-obsessed mind had never worked so fast in his life; his potential was completely unleashed by this murderous aura.

"Where did those extra twenty-four legs come from? Were they the rabbit's forelegs that were just chopped off?"

Lei Hu stared with bloodshot eyes, spitting saliva onto the exam paper.

"Yes, yes, yes! There are twelve rabbits and twenty-three chickens!"

The chubby boy quickly wrote his answers on the test paper, his handwriting so neat it looked like printed text, without even a single ink blot.

Lei Hu grinned with satisfaction, revealing two rows of yellow teeth covered in tobacco stains.

Huang Mao and Er Lengzi stood behind the chubby boy like two great protectors, their arms crossed.

Yellow Hair leaned forward and glanced at the test paper, then scratched his head of dry grass.

"Hey, Tiger. Isn't this the same way we used to calculate the profits for our gang? We'd take the lion's share, cut it in half, and split the rest equally."

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

Lei Hu grabbed an eraser and smashed it on Huang Mao's forehead, making a crisp "thud".

"This is called Olympiad math, it's a cultured field of knowledge! Don't use our jargon to corrupt the kids!"

The chubby boy's parents huddled behind the kitchen door.

The couple hugged each other tightly, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

The man swallowed hard, lowered his voice, and whispered in his wife's ear.

"Honey, this guy is so much better than that tutor downstairs! When did our little rascal start writing so fast?"

That's it.

This group of burly men with full-back tattoos kept watch in the cramped living room all night.

Anyone who dozes off will be tapped on the forehead with a pencil by Lei Hu.

They forced this unfortunate child to completely correct all the math mistakes from the entire semester.

As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, Lei Hu stretched, his joints cracking.

At 10:00 AM, in the lobby of Sihai Building, CBD, Longhai City.

Sunlight streamed through the bulletproof glass door, illuminating the gleaming, wave-patterned floor tiles.

Su Ye was wearing a loose gray sweater and holding a stainless steel thermos in her hand.

He was leaning against the front desk, looking down at the logistics outbound slip that Zhang Tiezhu had handed him.

Suddenly, a deafening noise came from outside the door.

"Drip-drip-drip—bang-bang-bang!"

The sounds of gongs and drums, mixed with the deafening suona horns, were so loud that they drowned out the hum of the central air conditioning.

Zhang Tiezhu, along with several newly hired college graduates, craned their necks to look outside.

The couple from last night walked in, dressed neatly and beaming.

The man was holding a rolled-up, giant red banner.

The chubby boy walked at the front with his schoolbag on his back.

The fear from last night is gone, replaced by heavy dark circles under my eyes and a sense of clarity that comes from being cleansed by knowledge.

"My benefactor!"

The man had just stepped through the door when he bent his knees and was about to kneel on the floor tiles.

Lei Hu just came out of the side elevator, his suit jacket unbuttoned and a meat bun in his mouth.

Seeing this, he threw down the steamed bun, rushed forward, and scooped the person up with his bare hands.

"Oh, brother, no, no, our company is a legitimate business, we don't follow that old custom of kowtowing!"

Lei Hu shouted in a hoarse voice, his rough hands pulling the man's arm painfully.

The man's eyes reddened, and he sniffed.

He then fluttered the banner in his hand open with a whoosh.

Red background with yellow lettering, adorned with gold tassels, the lettering was so large it could blind people.

"A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold, and his devoted father tutors him in the math Olympiad. Presented to: Brother Lei, a kind-hearted citizen of Sihai Express."

The hall was deathly silent.

The deliverymen in fluorescent green uniforms, and several senior executives from the legal department.

Their mouths were agape, their jaws practically hanging off their feet.

Their breathing stopped abruptly at that moment.

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Su Ye sprayed the mouthful of hot water he had just drunk directly onto the back of Zhang Tiezhu's head.

He was bent over, coughing violently, his shoulders twitching, his face turning purple from trying to suppress his laughter.

Water droplets dripped down the flat surface that Zhang Tiezhu had just smoothed out.

Zhang Tiezhu rubbed the back of his head, his eyelids twitching wildly.

If the bureau chief knew that an undercover agent had ended up like this, he'd probably smash my service weapon over my head.

Lei Hu didn't feel embarrassed at all.

His dark red face was shiny with oil, and his mouth stretched to the back of his head, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He grabbed the chubby boy and roughly ruffled his hair with his large, fan-like hands, turning it into a mess.

"No big deal! If this kid dares to skip his homework again, just give him a call. I'll bring Huang Mao and the others over for another home visit, and I guarantee he'll get perfect scores in every subject!"

"Secretary Shen, hurry."

Su Ye finally caught his breath, wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth with his hoodie sleeve, and waved to the side.

"Quickly grab your camera, take a picture, and hang it on our company culture honor wall. This kind of public relations material can't be bought with money."

Shen Qinghan was wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt, clutching a Sony SLR camera in her hand.

She mechanically raised the camera, her fingers pressed on the shutter button, her knuckles turning white.

"Click".

The flash went off, capturing Lei Hu's ferocious yet smug smile, and that ridiculously absurd banner.

Shen Qinghan's expression had become completely numb.

His eyes held a blankness that seemed to have seen through the world, and he didn't even have the strength to sigh.

What the hell kind of criminal organization is this?

Teaching advanced math using gangster jargon and still getting a banner in return? The provincial department's anti-gangster textbook needs to be rewritten.

By noon, this bizarre incident seemed to have grown wings.

It was featured directly on the midday local news program on Longhai City's local television station.

On the television screen, the female host bit her lip hard to suppress her laughter.

The news broadcast, in clear and articulate voice, told the touching story of "a man in a suit escorting a minor to get a refund for internet fees late at night and tutoring him in math competitions until dawn."

In the upper right corner of the screen, a high-definition close-up of the banner was playing on a loop.

Office of the Criminal Investigation Division, Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The acrid smell of cheap tobacco permeated the air, and the ceiling was covered with a greasy yellow residue.

Director Li Jianguo held a Hongmei cigarette with the filter burning down to its tip in his hand.

A long piece of cigarette ash fell onto the leg of his police uniform trousers, leaving a small gray dent, but he didn't even notice.

The switchboard next to it was ringing incessantly.

The four operators were straining their necks to answer the phone; their throats were practically burning.

"Feed? Auntie, yes, that's not the mafia, they've registered a legitimate logistics company now."

Xiao Wang held the receiver in one hand and scribbled on a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen in the other.

"What? You want to hire them to tutor your grandson in English? Oh dear, ma'am, this is something our police station really can't handle! They're not a private tutoring center!"

Xiao Wang slammed the receiver onto the landline phone.

Turning to look at Captain Gu standing by the window, his face was full of despair, and his eyes were red from lack of sleep.

"Captain Gu, this is the thirtieth call we've received about the Sihai Express tutoring service hotline. There was even an old man asking if they take on drain cleaning jobs."

Captain Gu loosened the top button of the uniform.

Enraged, he kicked the metal filing cabinet next to him, making a piercing thud, and the cabinet door dented.

"Absurd! This is utterly ridiculous!"

Captain Gu's chest heaved violently, and the veins on his neck throbbed like earthworms.

"These thugs and hooligans are actually being hailed as living saints by the common people? Where does that leave the police force's reputation?!"

Li Jianguo was jolted back to his senses by the kick.

He stubbed out the scalding hot cigarette butt in the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts, twisted it twice, and the sparks went out instantly.

He picked up the chipped teacup and took a sip of bitter, cold tea, tea leaves sticking to the corners of his mouth.

"This Su Ye, his methods are too cunning."

The bureau chief's cloudy eyes were fixed on the map of Longhai City hanging on the wall, with the location of the Sihai Building marked with a heavy red circle.

"He's using the people of Longhai City as a shield to whitewash his image!"

Captain Gu gritted his teeth, his leather shoes rubbing irritably against the cement floor.

"Chief, are we just going to stand by and watch him make a fool of our police force? Has anything useful dirt been leaked from Xiao Shen's side yet?"

Just then, the red landline phone on the office desk suddenly emitted a series of urgent beeps.

Li Jianguo strode over and grabbed the microphone.

After listening for a few seconds, his tightly furrowed brows suddenly twitched, and a gleam of wild joy flashed in his eyes.

He covered the microphone's sound pickup area.

He turned to look at Captain Gu, a cold, excited smirk creeping onto his lips, his old skin wrinkling up.

"Captain Gu, gather the men, take the arrest warrant, and head to the Economic Crime Investigation Division."

Li Jianguo lowered his voice, his tone revealing a ruthless glint in his eyes, as if he had finally caught his prey red-handed.

"Several veteran entertainment tycoons from Longhai City's traditional business district just jointly submitted a letter of complaint."

The bureau chief slammed the microphone down on the landline, his voice filled with a resolute determination.

"We've submitted a report accusing Sihai Group of falsifying accounts and evading huge sums of taxes. The evidence list is all here. This time, let's see how Su Ye's lousy law can save his life!"