Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The ribbed steel bars tore through the cold air, emitting a piercing shriek.

The iron lump, covered in red rust, was about to smash Zhao Gongzi's scalp, which was covered in thick hair gel.

"Lei Hu! Put your hand down!"

A cold, harsh shout suddenly rang out amidst the screeching of tires rubbing against the concrete.

A black Maybach screeched to a halt in a muddy ditch at the edge of the construction site.

The veins on Lei Hu's arm throbbed violently, and the steel bar hung precariously in mid-air.

The strong wind it generated brushed against Young Master Zhao's cheek, severing a few strands of his greasy hair.

The arrogance that Young Master Zhao had just put on froze on his face.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and a fine layer of sweat visibly seeped from his forehead.

He staggered back half a step, his expensive leather shoes stepping into a puddle and splashing muddy water all over his trousers.

The car door opened.

Su Ye took a long stride, his leather shoes crunching on the gravel.

His left hand was in the pocket of his black coat, while his right hand steadily held the chipped silver thermos.

The gaze from behind the glasses swept across the entire room with a chilling aura.

"Brother Su..."

Lei Hu gritted his teeth and slammed the steel bar in his hand onto the concrete ground with a clang.

He pointed to the white piece of chewing gum on his shoe, looking as aggrieved as a child weighing over 200 pounds.

"That bastard... he spat on my shoes! I just polished them this morning!"

Su Ye walked over, his gaze not lingering on Young Master Zhao at all.

He unscrewed the lid of the thermos, blew on the few red goji berries floating on the surface, and took a sip of hot tea.

The steam shimmered around his gold-rimmed glasses.

Young Master Zhao recovered by this time.

Realizing that he had almost wet his pants in fright, a surge of anger rushed to his head.

He shoved Zhao Hongyuan aside, who was blocking his way, and pointed at Su Ye's nose, cursing loudly.

"You're Su Ye? I thought you had three heads and six arms."

Young Master Zhao spat on the ground, his chin held high.

"Turns out he's a coward! And his men are all spineless cowards!"

"Young Master, I'm telling you this now: you have to hand over this land, whether you like it or not..."

He tapped the baseball bat against his palm, making a dull thud.

"I'll break every single leg of your bunch of useless henchmen!"

Gao Qiang squatted behind the scaffolding not far away, his palms were wet and covered in cold sweat.

He stared intently at Su Ye.

If this gang leader loses his temper now and a fight breaks out between the two sides, he'll have an excuse to call the police to arrest him.

But Su Ye ignored Young Master Zhao's provocation.

Instead, he slowly and deliberately put the lid on the cup, his fingers resting on the left lapel of his black suit.

There was an inconspicuous little black square pinned there.

"Click".

Su Ye pressed the switch, and a faint red light began to flash.

He raised his head, his voice not loud, but it carried a chilling, penetrating power.

"All security and engineering staff, listen up!"

"In accordance with Article 7 of the Sihai Group Employee Handbook, emergency evacuation plan shall be implemented."

Lei Hu was stunned, his large, fan-like hand touching his bald head, his face full of confusion.

"Huh? Brother Su, what...what contingency plan? Don't we usually practice how to fight...I mean, how to be a hero?"

"Everyone, please!" Su Ye suddenly raised his voice, making the tin shed next to him buzz.

"Turn on the high-definition body camera! Don't fight back!"

"Now, immediately, everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down!"

The construction site was deathly silent, with only the howling of the northwest wind whistling through the scaffolding.

More than thirty muscular men with tattoos of ribbonfish and dragons on their arms stared at each other.

Er Lengzi scratched his armpit and asked tentatively, "Brother Hu, are you really... really squatting? The ground is all muddy and wet..."

"Shut up! Brother Su's words are law!"

Lei Hu gritted his teeth and roughly pressed the camera switch on his chest with his thumb.

A muffled thud.

The man with the red cloak in front of him, his legs bent, was squatting miserably in the mud pit, his two thick arms tightly hugging the bald man.

"All of you, get down on the floor! Turn on all your recorders! Anyone who skips even a second of recording, I'll dock three months' performance bonus!"

A rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

Dozens of thugs in suits squatted in a row, like a group of old men waiting for cabbages.

The red recording indicator lights converged on their chests.

The flickering lights on the dusty construction site looked so ridiculous it made your teeth ache.

Gao Qiang hid behind, his mouth twitching wildly, his abs cramping from trying to suppress his laughter.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

A thug from Beijing brought his gang to cause trouble, but the local gang didn't fight back; instead, they all squatted on the ground to record the incident as evidence.

Young Master Zhao was also dumbfounded.

His hand holding the baseball bat froze in mid-air, his mind a little blank.

"Fuck, are you guys crazy?"

Zhao Hongyuan leaned closer, trying his best to stir things up with his hoarse voice.

"Young Master, they've chickened out! They don't dare to fight you! Su Ye is probably afraid of your connections in the capital!"

"I thought I'd run into some tough nut to crack," Young Master Zhao sneered, his eyes growing increasingly contemptuous.

He swaggered over to Su Ye's Maybach.

He held the solid wooden stick high in his hand.

"Bang!"

A stick slammed into the Maybach's hood, denting the metal and sending black paint flying.

Lei Hu squatted on the ground, looking at the car, his heart aching and he gasped for breath.

"My goodness, this car just had a coating done last week..." he muttered under his breath, burying his head even lower.

Young Master Zhao got carried away with smashing things and turned around to yell at the thugs holding steel pipes.

"What are you all standing there for! Smash it!"

"Take all the cars and machines in this dilapidated construction site and turn them into scrap metal!"

Fifty or sixty thugs, seeing that no one from all over the world dared to make a move, became incredibly bold.

They roared and charged into the heart of the construction site.

The pickaxe handle slammed into the mixer's casing, producing a deafening clang.

Several construction pickup trucks parked outside the shed were damaged.

The windshield was pierced by the steel pipe, creating spiderweb-like cracks, and shards of glass clattered all over the ground.

It reflects the sun's blinding white light.

The car door was kicked out of shape, the rearview mirror was broken off and thrown into the mud.

The group of blond-haired thugs that Zhao Hongyuan brought even went to kick the Sihai underlings who were squatting on the ground.

Er Lengzi took a solid kick to the back.

He rolled halfway through the mud, biting his lip tightly without uttering a sound.

The camera on his chest was steadily pointed at the blond-haired man who had hit him.

"Don't move." Lei Hu lowered his voice, the words coming out through clenched teeth.

"Keep the camera steady and get those bastards' faces clearly in the shot! The legal department needs it tomorrow!"

Er Lengzi gasped, reached up to adjust the camera on his chest, and whispered, "Don't worry, Tiger, this is 4K high definition."

Gao Qiang squatted not far away, watching this surreal scene, his worldview shattered.

He worked as a criminal investigator for five years and arrested countless thugs and hooligans.

I've never seen a criminal gang so calmly collecting evidence even after being beaten!

The commotion lasted for a full ten minutes.

The pungent smell of burning rubber mixed with dust made people cough.

The ground was littered with broken glass and scrapped machine parts.

That Maybach had its headlights shattered and its hood riddled with dents; it was a pitiful sight.

Young Master Zhao threw away the broken half of the baseball bat and leaned on his knees, panting heavily.

He wiped the sweat from his face, looked at the mess on the ground, and laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"Hahaha... Su Ye, you've really mastered the art of being a coward!"

"Get out of here tomorrow, or I'll come and cause trouble every day!"

The wind blew by, lifting the hem of Su Ye's black coat.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

The water in his stainless steel thermos had gotten a little cold, so he casually poured it into the muddy ground next to him.

Then, he took his phone out of his pocket and swiped the screen with his thumb.

Without even lifting his eyelids, he dialed a number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

Su Ye looked at Young Master Zhao, who was still laughing wildly across from him, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, Lin Dai, did you see the video I just sent you?"

His voice drifted away on the wind.

"The damage to these vehicles and the equipment involved in the intentional damage to public and private property amounts to an exceptionally large sum."

"There are also acts of provoking trouble and intentional injury."

Su Ye paused for a moment, his tone casual, as if he were picking out cabbages at the market.

"We've collected enough evidence. Take your team and contact Director Li directly to close the net."