Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Longhai City C1 core commercial plot.

The northwest wind, carrying loess, scraped against my cheeks like a blade.

Gao Qiang rubbed his frozen fingers, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with sand.

This land was just acquired from the city government after completing the formalities; the outer brick walls haven't even been finished yet.

He wore a brand-new red hard hat, and the name tag on his chest that read "Deputy General Manager of Engineering Department" was flapping against his collarbone in the wind.

"Arrange those steel bars neatly! I'm talking to you, you blockhead! If the spacing is more than a centimeter off, Director Lei will dock your pay again when he gets here!"

Gao Qiang shouted at the top of his lungs, his throat filled with a dry, earthy taste.

His mind was filled with thoughts of that 5% dry share, and he was so nervous he was sweating profusely.

If this building is actually built, I'm afraid I'll never be able to return to the police force as an undercover agent.

Suddenly, a piercing sound of rubber rubbing tore through the roar of the construction site.

"Buzz—Boom!"

A burgundy Ferrari sports car, like a bison in a fit of madness, revved the engine to its limit.

The front of the car crashed into and smashed through the temporary sheet metal barrier at the entrance, which was used to block out dust.

The sheet metal slammed into the mud pit with a screeching, twisting sound, splashing up half a meter of dirty water.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight Jinbei vans without license plates and covered in mud spun out and came to a stop.

The car door swung open with a clatter.

The pungent smell of cheap gasoline instantly filled the air.

Fifty or sixty burly men wearing black vests and white cloth strips wrapped around their arms swarmed off the bus like a bee.

These guys were all clutching galvanized steel pipes and solid wooden baseball bats.

The metal pipe dragged on the cement floor, making a long, teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound.

The workers were so frightened that they dropped their shovels and scurried behind the scaffolding.

The Ferrari's stylish scissor doors slowly popped open.

A leg clad in white haute couture trousers stepped out first, getting mud and water all over the trouser leg.

Young Master Zhao chewed on his Wrigley's gum, took off his sunglasses, and disdainfully waved away the dust in front of him.

"Pah, what a lousy place, it reeks of poverty and hardship."

He brushed the dust off his suit jacket, glancing sideways at his surroundings.

Zhao Hongyuan, the fat guy, followed behind like a quail, pointing at Gao Qiang and muttering a few words under his breath.

Young Master Zhao sneered and walked straight to the makeshift construction sign.

He lifted the pair of custom-made crocodile leather shoes and kicked them hard.

"Snap!"

The wooden plank broke in two, and the four large characters "Sihai Construction" were crushed under the muddy soles of shoes.

Gao Qiang's eyelids twitched, and his thigh muscles tensed subconsciously as he walked towards the group of people.

"Hey! What are you doing? Who gave you permission to drive your car in here?"

Gao Qiang pointed at Young Master Zhao, his brows furrowed into a knot.

"No one is allowed in the construction area without a hard hat! Get out! I'm talking to you, the one in the white shirt!"

Young Master Zhao stopped and tilted his head to pick at his ear.

"Who do you think you are?"

He suddenly reached out and jabbed his fingertips hard into Gao Qiang's red hat, causing Gao Qiang to stumble backward.

"Tell that Su Ye of yours to get out here and see me. Tell him to take his men and get out of here right now. I'm requisitioning this land."

Gao Qiang steadied his stance, and his police instincts compelled him to touch his lower back.

I found nothing.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger: "You're trespassing on the construction site! If you cause any more trouble, I'll call the police!"

"Report it! Report it right now, you fucking idiot!"

Young Master Zhao spread his arms wide and laughed wildly at the dozens of thugs behind him.

"Have these country bumpkins gone mad from being around the streets? Trying to pull this 'call the police' trick on me?"

The voice just fell.

The door to the row of temporary prefabricated houses on the construction site was kicked open with a loud bang.

Lei Hu, his bald head gleaming, strode out across the gravel.

He was wearing a faded black short-sleeved shirt today, the muscles in his chest stretching the fabric so much it looked like it was about to burst.

On his thick arms, several knife scars looked menacing and glaring in the sunlight.

"Who the hell is spewing filth on my turf first thing in the morning?"

Lei Hu's large, copper-bell-like eyes widened, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and locking onto Young Master Zhao.

Upon seeing the construction sign broken on the ground, Lei Hu's nostrils twitched violently, and his breathing instantly became heavier.

Zhao Hongyuan was so frightened that he took half a step behind Young Master Zhao, his voice trembling.

"Young master... he is Lei Hu, a former top-ranking member of the Sanlian Gang, known for his ruthless methods."

"Oh, a corrupt official?" Young Master Zhao not only didn't dodge, but instead took two steps forward with great interest.

He grabbed a baseball bat from one of his men.

He knocked on the hood of his Ferrari once, twice, in a defiant manner.

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed across the empty construction site.

"Come on, Red Stick Bro. You look pretty intimidating."

Young Master Zhao tilted his head and brought his face close to Lei Hu's, their noses almost touching.

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a sinister, venomous edge.

"You dare touch me?"

Lei Hu's chest heaved violently, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out.

But the sound of Su Ye tapping the table with his thermos immediately echoed in his mind.

"Whoever dares to break the law first, I'll personally deliver them a disposable meal!"

Lei Hu clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, pinning his arm, which he was about to swing out, to his side.

He took a deep breath and forced out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Boss, we value amicable business dealings. You damaged the sign, so you'll have to pay for it and drive the car away immediately."

Gao Qiang, who was listening nearby, kept swallowing hard.

The fact that Su Ye could force a bloodthirsty thug to say such cowardly things shows how incredibly powerful his brainwashing skills are.

Young Master Zhao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, almost to the point of tears.

"Hahaha! Did you hear that? This gangster is talking to me about the law!"

Young Master Zhao suddenly stopped laughing, and his eyes turned fierce.

He slammed the baseball bat in his hand down hard, striking Lei Hu's muscular chest.

Lei Hu's body didn't sway, but his eyes became bloodshot.

Young Master Zhao's plan was shrewd.

He brought a hidden camera with him today, and also arranged for someone in the car to record video with a DSLR camera.

As long as Lei Hu and his gang dare to fight back even once, even if it's just a shove.

He could immediately use his connections in the capital to bring the matter to the provincial level.

"Organized crime groups occupy key construction projects, causing trouble and assaulting people."

With this label attached, Mayor Chen can no longer protect the Sihai Group, and the land will immediately have to be shut down for rectification and a reshuffle.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Have you become mute? Aren't you a Communist Party member?!"

Young Master Zhao kept poking Lei Hu with the stick, spitting everywhere.

"A bunch of spineless cowards who only know how to act like grandsons! Call your boss Su Ye out and kowtow to me, and I'll spare your lives today."

Lei Hu's breathing grew heavier and heavier, like a broken bellows pulling a heavy load.

He stared intently at that smug face, the plastic casing of the DV camera in his hand creaking under his grip.

"Brother Su said... assault is illegal... we're a legitimate company..."

Lei Hu mumbled incoherently, as if chanting a sutra.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding down his eyes and landing on the muddy ground.

"Fine my ass!"

When Young Master Zhao saw that he refused to make a move, he completely lost his patience.

He spat forcefully into his mouth.

A piece of chewed gum, white and raw, mixed with saliva, was spat onto Lei Hu's shiny black leather shoes, which he had just polished that morning.

White adhesive, stained with mud and water, clung to the shoe surface.

The air froze completely in that second.

The wind seemed to have stopped.

Alarm bells rang in Gao Qiang's mind, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Tiger, Tiger! Calm down! Don't fall for their trap!"

Gao Qiang was so anxious that his voice cracked, and he opened his arms to lunge between the two of them.

late.

The string of reason in Lei Hu's pupils snapped cleanly with a "bang".

He grabbed the helmet from his head and slammed it to the ground, shattering the plastic shell into pieces.

His thick right hand reached out and grabbed a ribbed steel bar, about the thickness of a wrist, from under the scaffolding next to him.

The cold, hard steel rubbed against the calluses on my palms.

"Screw your rules!"

Lei Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and the major arteries in his neck throbbed wildly.

Like a raging grizzly bear, he lifted the two-meter-long steel bar with one hand, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, and swung it straight at Young Master Zhao's hair, which was covered in hair gel.

"Even if I end up in jail today, I'll still smash your brains out and make a sound!"