Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The sirens pierced the howling of the northwest wind.

Three Iveco vans painted with riot control markings came to an abrupt stop beside a mud pit, their wheels crushing broken glass and car parts scattered on the ground.

The tires rubbed against the cement, releasing a pungent smell of rubber paste.

A black Mercedes-Benz van followed closely behind.

The car door slid open with a "whoosh".

A pair of ten-centimeter red-soled high heels peeked out and stepped onto a blue brick.

The bricks loosened, and muddy water splashed onto Lin Dai's bare ankles.

Her brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and she quickly pulled her foot back to steady herself, adjusting her beige trench coat.

Twelve lawyers in suits and wearing gold-rimmed glasses jumped out of the car.

These people were all holding recording pens with flashing red lights, and they didn't even flinch when their leather shoes sank into the mud.

Young Master Zhao threw away the broken stick in his hand, turned his head and picked at his ear.

"Hey, what's this all about? Are insurance salespeople here to make a pitch?"

He chuckled, leaned casually against the Ferrari door, and puffed out his cheeks as he chewed gum.

"You're calling the police, huh? Fine, even if the police come, they'll have to obediently light a cigarette for me!"

"Who asked me to light his cigarette?"

A loud shout came from the riot control vehicle.

With a dark expression, Li Jianguo, the director of the municipal bureau, strode across the cordon.

He was clutching a chipped thermos in his hand, his knuckles white from gripping it so tightly, and all his energy was focused on his forehead.

"Would you like me to personally light a furnace at the crematorium for you?"

Young Master Zhao was stunned for a moment, then, upon seeing the policewoman on the other person's shoulder, he instinctively straightened up.

Zhao Hongyuan, that fat man, was already terrified, his hair standing on end, and he huddled behind the Jinbei van, too scared to show his face.

Su Ye slowly turned around.

He stepped over the mess and went to meet them, extending his hand.

"Director Li, Sihai Construction is a major taxpayer in the city. You have to stand up for us after today's terrorist attack."

Li Jianguo's eyelids twitched violently as he looked at the tattooed, burly men crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, and his blood pressure soared.

He pointed at Lei Hu's gleaming bald head, his fingers trembling.

"Su Ye! Don't give me that nonsense! You call this a terrorist attack? Your thugs could demolish an entire street in a day!"

Lei Hu's legs went numb from squatting, and his knees were making a cracking sound.

He looked up, his scars bulging, and his voice trembled with tears.

"Director Li! You can't wrong an innocent person! We're just following the law... Ouch, my leg..."

Er Lengzi reached out and helped him up, the body camera on his chest pointing directly at Li Jianguo's face.

Lin Dai stepped forward through the mud, her high heels twisting slightly, but she forced herself to regain her balance.

She pulled a thick stack of documents from the brown paper clips under her arm and shoved them directly in front of Zhao Gongzi's face, which was covered in hair gel.

The edge of the paper brushed against the tip of Zhao Gongzi's nose.

"What are you doing!" Young Master Zhao took a half step back.

Lin Dai ignored him and turned to look at Li Jianguo, her words coming out like a typewriter.

"Director Li, based on the 43 sets of high-definition 4K video evidence with no blind spots provided by the security department of Sihai Group..."

She tapped the stack of papers in her hand.

"Zhao illegally invaded our company's core commercial land and directed more than 50 people to provoke trouble, vandalize, loot, and burn."

"The Maybach S680 was assessed at 2.47 million yuan in damages; three Red Star brand concrete mixers were scrapped, totaling 860,000 yuan; and there were other material losses on site..."

Lin Dai pushed up her glasses and uttered a few cold numbers from her red lips.

"Including lost wages for all employees and compensation for emotional distress, the preliminary loss is estimated at 13 million."

The entire construction site fell silent instantly, with only the sound of the wind remaining.

Gao Qiang squatted behind the scaffolding, his palms covered in slippery sweat.

He swallowed the sand in his mouth, staring at Lin Dai's retreating figure, a chill running down his spine.

Gangs fighting without knives, throwing their mother's financial statements at each other? These guys are insane!

Young Master Zhao was completely dumbfounded.

He snatched the damage assessment report, his eyes wide as saucers, the paper rattling loudly in his grip.

"Are you fucking broke?! Thirteen million? All I smashed was a pile of junk!"

"The amount involved is enormous, and the nature of the crime is heinous." Lin Dai didn't even glance at him and continued to speak to the police.

"Based on Article 293 of the Criminal Law, this is sufficient grounds for filing a case and approving an arrest."

Director Li rubbed his throbbing temples.

He looked at the Sihai underlings squatting in the mud, their chests flashing red lights, and cursed them a thousand times in his heart.

The case was handled so badly that all the victims were gangsters, while the criminals were all gullible fools who were caught in a trap!

"Take them all! Don't leave a single one behind!"

Li Jianguo suddenly waved his hand, and Captain Gu, the criminal investigation team leader, immediately pulled out handcuffs.

The special police pounced on them like wolves and tigers, pinning the group of thugs wielding steel pipes against the hood of the engine.

The sound of metal clashing together filled the air.

"Don't touch me! Let go!"

Young Master Zhao's arms were twisted behind his back by two special police officers, and his bespoke suit was completely ruined by the mud.

He writhed wildly like a dehydrated eel.

"I'm from the Zhao family in the capital! My godfather is... Waaah!"

Someone stuffed a muddy rag into his mouth.

Lei Hu withdrew his hand, which still bore mud stains, and whistled nonchalantly, turning to look at the sky.

"Take him away!" Captain Gu kicked Zhao Gongzi in the back of the knee and shoved him into the riot control vehicle.

The burgundy Ferrari was also mercilessly hooked up by the traffic police tow truck that drove over.

The sirens blared again, and the convoy sped away.

It left behind a complete mess.

Su Ye looked down at the last bit of tea leaves at the bottom of the thermos, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Director Lei, inform the logistics department to prepare a special dinner for everyone tonight: a whole roasted lamb."

"Yay! Long live Brother Su!" Dozens of burly men jumped up from the mud pit, their cheers shaking the scaffolding.

Gao Qiang leaned against a cement pillar, his legs feeling weak.

What kind of situation is this? My position as vice president is becoming more and more secure.

……

It was 11 p.m. at the Longhai City No. 1 Detention Center.

The incandescent lights in the corridor flickered from time to time, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of moldy paint mixed with cheap disinfectant.

The iron door to cell number six slammed open.

The guard knocked on the iron bars with a blank expression.

"Number 047, Zhao Hai! Come out, your lawyer has requested communication."

Young Master Zhao sprang up from the cold, hard bed.

His custom-made suit was wrinkled like sauerkraut leaves, and he only had one shoe left.

My hair, which was originally styled meticulously with hairspray, now looks like a bird's nest on my head.

He scrambled out of the cell and grabbed the black public telephone on the ward's desk.

The plastic earpiece was sticky with the hair oil left by the previous person.

He didn't care about the disdain at all, and his fingers trembled as he pressed a string of numbers from Beijing.

"Beep...beep..."

Every dial tone was tugging at his nerves.

Finally, the call went through.

"Hey? Who is this?" A voice, aged yet authoritative, with a slight Beijing accent, came from the other end of the phone.

Young Master Zhao's eyes instantly reddened, and snot and tears streamed down his face.

"Godfather! It's me, Xiao Hai!"

He gripped the receiver tightly, his fingernails scraping against the plastic casing with a harsh sound, his voice as shrill as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Godfather, I've been put in jail in Longhai City! They not only extorted over ten million yuan from me, but they also had special police officers gag me with rags!"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

All that could be heard was a heavy breathing sound, followed by the sound of a purple clay teacup hitting a hard wooden table.

"Longhai City? What kind of deity dares to touch the Zhao family?" The old man's voice was low, but it was filled with murderous intent.

"It's a group called Sihai Group! The boss in charge is called Su Ye! Godfather, please get me out of here! There's not even a toilet in this cell!"

Young Master Zhao was sobbing and hiccuping, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

"Sihai Group... Su Ye."

The old man chuckled coldly on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of a drawer being pulled open.

"Stop crying, you spineless coward. Stay inside and don't say anything out of line."

Old Master Zhao's voice carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Go and bring me my red phone."

His words seemed to be directed at his subordinates, and then his voice came close to the microphone again.

"I'm going to ask Chen Jianbin in the provincial government tonight if someone else is going to take over in Longhai City today!"