Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The tip of the dog's knife was pointed directly at Su Ye's nose, less than half a meter away.

The air in the conference room was so thick you could hear a pin drop.

The fat on Sang Gou's face twitched as he gritted his teeth: "When the old master was alive, I owned several streets' worth of brothels, making a fortune every day!"

"Now you want me to wear a suit? What kind of labor law are you talking about?"

"I think you really don't want to live anymore, so you want to go down to the underworld and keep the old man company, don't you!"

Lei Hu flew into a rage, the veins on his neck throbbing like small snakes.

"You son of a bitch, I'll curse your ancestors! If you dare lay a finger on my head, I'll chop you to pieces!"

Lei Hu reached for his waist with his large, fan-like hand, about to pull out the machete he never parted with.

The fat hall master next to him trembled in fright and quickly crawled under the table.

Several die-hards, however, clutched their waists, their eyes gleaming, ready to follow the dog's every move.

Shen Qinghan, huddled in the corner, clutched his shorthand notebook tightly, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Is this going to be an immediate bloodbath?

She instinctively reached for the pistol hidden under her skirt; if the situation got out of control, her undercover work would be exposed prematurely.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Su Ye chuckled softly.

He sat in the main seat without changing his posture, only slightly raising his left hand.

"Lei Hu, step back."

Lei Hu froze, stamping his feet in frustration: "President Su! He's holding a knife to your face!"

"I said, step back." Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling, unyielding tone.

Lei Hu gritted his teeth, forcefully pulled his hand back from his waist, took half a step back, and glared at the savage dog.

The mad dog thought Su Ye had backed down, and laughed even more wildly.

"What's wrong? Pretty boy, scared now?"

"If you know what's good for you, distribute all the money in the company account and let us manage the place ourselves!"

Su Ye pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Hey, do you remember what Article 3 of the company's employee handbook says?"

The dog paused for a moment, then spat on the ground: "Fuck your employee handbook!"

As he spoke, he gripped the switchblade tightly, poised to stab forward.

Article 3: It is strictly forbidden to bring controlled knives into the office area.

Su Ye slowly and deliberately uttered these words.

The next second, he moved.

The muscle memory honed through countless life-and-death battles in his past life erupted instantly at this moment.

Instead of dodging, Su Ye lunged forward to meet the blade.

His right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the wrist of the dog holding the knife and twisting it outwards with a sharp motion.

"Click!"

A sickeningly loud sound of bones dislocating.

The dog let out a piercing scream, and the switchblade slipped from its hand and fell onto the table.

Su Ye gave him no chance to catch his breath.

With his left hand, he casually picked up the two-pound crystal ashtray from the table.

Without any fancy moves, he smashed the weapon down hard on the dog's forehead.

"Bang!"

The dull thud made everyone's heart skip a beat.

Crystal shards flew everywhere.

The dog rolled its eyes, and its over 100-pound body slammed heavily onto the ground from the mahogany conference table like a lump of mud.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

The entire room fell silent.

The fat hall master, who had crawled under the table, peeked out halfway before shrinking back in fright.

Shen Qinghan, standing in the corner, was shocked; his hand, which had been reaching for a gun, froze in mid-air.

Is this what you call a useless prince who can't even kill a chicken?

With that skill and ruthlessness, even the combat coaches in the police force might not be able to defeat him in one move!

Su Ye stood up, grabbed a wet wipe, and slowly wiped the blood off his fingers.

He walked around the conference table, stood in front of the convulsing dog lying on the ground, and lifted his shiny leather shoes.

He stepped on the dog's chest.

Then, Su Ye reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Everyone held their breath, thinking he was about to pull out a gun and eliminate the threat completely.

As a result, Su Ye pulled out a palm-sized office calculator.

"Beep—beep beep—"

The crisp sound of electronic buttons echoed in the conference room.

Su Ye lowered his head, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"The mahogany conference table has one scratch. I'll charge you 8,000 for depreciation and repair."

"Crystal ashtray, imported, broken, I'll compensate you 2,500."

"And that leather swivel chair that I just kicked away, it cost 11,000."

Su Ye typed the equals sign, and the sound of "reset to zero" sounded particularly eerie in the quiet room.

"It's a total of 21,500 yuan, which will be deducted from your salary and performance bonus this month."

"Any objections?"

The dog on the ground clutched its blood-soaked forehead, gasping for breath in pain, too afraid to utter a single word.

Lei Hu leaned forward, swallowed hard, and said, "President Su, this kid is rebelling. According to the old rules, he'd have to have two fingers chopped off..."

"Why are you chopping off my fingers?" Su Ye glared at him.

"We are a legitimate business, how can you resort to vigilante justice?"

Su Ye put the calculator back in his pocket and pointed at the mongrel on the ground.

"Employees acted like dogs, damaged company property without cause, verbally abused superiors, and carried out acts of provocation with controlled knives."

"This constitutes a serious violation of company rules and regulations. You are hereby legally dismissed on the spot and will never be rehired!"

The die-hards below looked at each other, somewhat bewildered.

Expelled? This is a gang; it's not as simple as just expelling them.

Isn't this punishment a bit too lenient?

Before they could even catch their breath, Su Ye turned to look at Shen Qinghan, who was standing in the corner in a daze.

"Secretary Shen, put that switchblade in the evidence bag, but don't destroy the fingerprints."

"Then I took the company landline and called 110 to report the incident."

"Call the police?!" Lei Hu and the other hall masters exclaimed in unison.

The dog lying on the ground suddenly widened its eyes, ignoring the pain: "What...what are you doing?"

Su Ye looked down at him, a kind smile playing on his lips.

"I'll take you inside to eat some ready-made meals."

"You just committed attempted assault, and my actions were standard self-defense."

Su Ye pointed to the surveillance camera flashing red light above his head.

"The surveillance footage is crystal clear. He should reform himself properly after being detained and strive to become a new person as soon as possible."

"Lei Hu, tie him up tightly. We're taking him straight to the police station later!"

The audience was silent.

Cold sweat streamed down Lei Hu and the others' foreheads, splashing onto the carpet.

Too bad!

In the past, when gangs fought, the worst that could happen was a bloody fight, and everyone had to fight to the death.

Now Su Ye is using the law as a weapon, crippling you and then sending you to work on a sewing machine.

This is even more organized than the mafia!

Shen Qinghan numbly picked up the evidence bag and put the switchblade inside.

Looking at the grieving dog on the ground, she felt a pang of sympathy.

This underworld prince is a monster ten times more terrifying than the old man.

Soon, two security guards took ropes and tied up the wailing, miserable dog like a dumpling.

Even those die-hards were pinned to their seats by Lei Hu's gaze, not daring to breathe.

Once the rules are established, anyone who dares to disobey will face the consequences.

Su Ye precisely tossed the blood-stained wet wipe into the trash can.

He straightened the hem of his suit jacket, turned around, and walked to a white wall on the side of the conference room.

A huge military-grade map of Longhai City hangs on the wall.

Su Ye reached out, his slender fingers tracing several red marked lines on the map.

That was the underground lifeline upon which the Sihai Chamber of Commerce relied for its survival in the past.

Finally, he pointed his finger heavily to the right side of the map, at the location of the coastal port.

Everyone in the conference room followed his finger and shifted their gaze.

That was the smuggling fleet base under Zhao Tianba's jurisdiction, and also the Chamber of Commerce's biggest cash cow at present.

Su Ye turned around and stared intently at Zhao Tianba, who was sitting in the third row and constantly wiping his sweat.

"Zhao Tianba, those fifty-odd modified smuggling speedboats under your command, shouldn't have a shipment arriving tonight?"

Zhao Tianba shuddered and quickly stood up to stammer a reply.

"Yes...yes, Mr. Su, we have a batch of duty-free electronic products, worth nearly ten million."

Su Ye curled his fingers and slammed them against the port, making a dull "bang" sound.

"Once the goods arrive, immediately clear out the stock and sell them all, not a single item left!"

"Starting tomorrow, all the boats will be towed ashore and painted green!"

Zhao Tianba was stunned, his eyes widening like saucers: "Painting it green? Mr. Su, what kind of business are you trying to do?"

Su Ye's lips curled up, a glint of light flashing in his glasses, and he dropped a bombshell, word by word.

"We're going into logistics! I've even thought of a name: 'Four Seas Express Delivery.' We'll officially open for same-city delivery tomorrow!"