Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

There was no movement on the second floor.

Captain Gu wiped his eyes, which were stinging from the spiciness, and realized that the smell of snail rice noodles was coming from the cleaning room at the end of the corridor.

The finance office was completely empty; not even a scrap of paper had fallen to the floor.

All the safes were wide open, and they were completely empty; not even a single coin remained.

"Damn! We've fallen for their trap! They're all in the lobby on the first floor!"

Captain Gu slapped his thigh hard, causing a sharp pain in the muscles at the base of his thigh.

He turned his head and waved to the special police behind him.

"Get downstairs! Quickly! Quickly! Quickly!"

The chaotic sound of combat boots clattering on the stairs was like a rapid drumbeat.

Captain Gu took the lead and jumped directly down the last few steps from the landing platform.

The moment my feet touched the ground, the two heavy, soundproof glass doors of the lobby were pushed open.

"Police! Everyone stay still! Put your hands on your heads and squat down!"

Captain Gu roared furiously, his voice hoarse and strained.

Dozens of submachine guns pointed forward in unison.

The tactical high-intensity flashlights mounted under the SWAT officers' gun barrels instantly illuminated the first-floor lobby, which spanned several thousand square meters, as bright as day.

The beams of light crisscrossed in mid-air.

Captain Gu narrowed his eyes, his index finger gripping the trigger tightly, his nerves stretched to the limit.

I didn't see a machete.

I didn't see any homemade hunting rifles.

There was no scene of the gangsters panicking, shoving, and trampling as he had imagined.

The lobby was unusually quiet.

Only the four large speakers on the ceiling were playing a familiar melody on a loop.

"The Eighth Set of Broadcast Gymnastics: The Times Are Calling."

"Let's begin!"

As the clear female voice gave the command.

Captain Gu's chin almost hit the floor tiles.

Within the halo of the powerful flashlight.

There were over a thousand burly men with muscular builds and stubble tattoos on their necks.

They were arranged in neat square formations.

These people all changed into eye-catching fluorescent green sportswear, with the words "Express Delivery Across the World" printed on their chests.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."

The one leading the exercises at the very front was a bald head that gleamed under the lights.

Lei Hu had a plastic whistle in his mouth, and he puffed out his cheeks and blew it loudly.

His green tracksuit looked so tight on him, like a giant green watermelon.

Two thick arms stretched stiffly forward in time with the beat, then expanded to the sides.

"Two, two, three, four... Make sure you all do the movements correctly! Those in the back, bend over! Didn't you eat dinner?!"

Lei Hu pulled out his whistle and yelled at the formation behind him.

Thousands of men in suits—no, now they're green-clad thugs.

They all bent down with their thick waists and reached for their toes with their hands.

Some of them had such big bellies that their faces turned red from holding it in, but they still kept shouting slogans.

"Brother Su said! Health is the foundation of everything! One, two, three, four!"

The infrared aiming point in the hands of the special police officers looked like a swarm of startled red ants.

They frantically darted around on these people's big green vests, bald heads, and wriggling buttocks.

But these people acted as if they didn't see it.

Not a single person even turned their head to look at them.

Er Lengzi stood in the second row and made the biggest movements.

As he did his side bending exercises, he nudged the fat man next to him with his elbow.

"Hey, Fatty. You mean these cops are out here watching us exercise in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

The fat man was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chin.

"Who knows? They probably came to learn from my perfect form. Ouch, my back..."

Li, holding his riot shield and maintaining an offensive stance, was frozen in place.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his neck.

"Team leader, captain..."

Xiao Li turned his head away, his voice trembling like a leaf.

"Do we still need to take the safety off our guns? This anti-pornography and anti-illegal publications campaign... doesn't it care about people doing calisthenics?"

Captain Gu's jaw muscles twitched violently.

He felt his intelligence being pressed to the ground and repeatedly rubbed with the soles of his shoes by thousands of thugs writhing their hips.

"Hold!"

Captain Gu gritted his teeth and pressed the muzzle of his gun down sharply.

He shoved aside Xiao Li, who was blocking his way, and strode into the formation.

"Lei Hu! Stop playing tricks on me!"

Captain Gu reached out and grabbed Lei Hu's collar, pulling out a handful of slippery sweat.

Lei Hu stopped what he was doing and used the white towel hanging around his neck to wipe his bald head.

He grinned, his face covered in a cluster of scars.

"Oh my, isn't this Captain Gu? It's snowing so heavily, and you've brought so many brothers..."

Lei Hu peeked out and glanced at the riot control vehicles outside the door.

"Come support our express logistics company! We just finished our night shift, let's stretch our legs a bit."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Captain Gu was so angry that his temples throbbed, and he shook off Lei Hu's hand.

"Where's Su Ye? Tell him to get out here! Even if I have to turn this whole building upside down, I'm going to uncover all the dirty secrets!"

"Looking for me?"

A lukewarm voice came from the glass railing on the second floor.

Su Ye was wearing a dark cashmere coat and holding a silver thermos in his hand.

He was slowly walking down the spiral staircase.

The leather shoes made a crisp clattering sound as they stepped on the steps.

"Captain Gu is so imposing!"

Su Ye stopped at the last step and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

The lenses reflected the light, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

"My Sihai Group neither steals nor robs, yet you've kicked down two of our doors in the middle of the night."

He unscrewed the thermos, blew on the steam, and took a small sip.

"Where is Director Li Jianguo? Didn't he come to lead your team in person?"

Captain Gu sneered and tossed Wei Chong behind him.

"To deal with you, Director Li doesn't need to personally intervene."

He pulled a search warrant with a red stamp from his pocket and slapped it directly onto Lei Hu's chest.

"Routine inspection. Lei Hu, tell your bunch of...gymnasts to all stand against the wall!"

Lei Hu pursed his lips, picked up his whistle, and blew it loudly.

"Attention, everyone! Turn right! Stand against the wall! Cooperate with the police officers!"

Thousands of people turned around in a flurry, their movements perfectly synchronized, forming a green Great Wall against the wall of the lobby.

Captain Gu waved his hand, and dozens of special police officers immediately dispersed.

They searched the front desk, rummaged through the trash cans, and even overturned the leather sofas in the lobby.

Half an hour passed.

I couldn't even find a single pornographic video with color.

Not to mention drugs, guns, and shady businesses.

Captain Gu's expression grew increasingly grim.

He felt a burning sensation on his cheeks, as if he had been slapped dozens of times out of nowhere.

"team leader!"

Xiao Li ran over from the elevator, holding a transparent plastic bag in his hand.

"Found it in a Jinbei van in the underground parking garage!"

Captain Gu's eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf seeing meat, and he snatched the plastic bag.

"Good lad! I knew they were hiding something!"

He peered inside using the light of his flashlight.

The bag contained more than a dozen packets of white powder wrapped in transparent plastic.

The total weight is at least two kilograms.

Captain Gu's breathing became rapid instantly.

Two kilograms of methamphetamine!

If this is confirmed, Su Ye and Lei Hu's gang will be in for a hundred rounds of beatings!

"Su Ye! What else do you have to say?!"

Captain Gu picked up the bag, strode up to Su Ye, and his eyes were sharp as knives.

"Caught red-handed! I now have reason to suspect that your Sihai Group is using logistics as a front for drug smuggling and trafficking!"

Su Ye didn't even lift his eyelids.

He looked at the bag, the corners of his mouth widening until he even chuckled softly.

"Captain Gu, when you handle cases... don't you ever carry drug test strips?"

"What do you mean?" Captain Gu's heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling welled up inside him.

Lei Hu, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He clutched his stomach, laughing like a 200-pound fat man.

"Hahaha! Captain Gu, if you're hungry, there are steamed buns in the kitchen."

Lei Hu pointed at the bag, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"That stuff... is the high-gluten flour the brothers use to make dumplings!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Captain Gu, enraged, tore open a corner of the bag.

He stretched out his little finger, dipped it in a little white powder, and carefully smelled it.

There is no pungent chemical smell.

It has only a faint wheat aroma.

He didn't believe it and licked it again with the tip of his tongue.

It has no taste.

It's flour.

Captain Gu's hand froze in mid-air, and the bag of "high-gluten flour" fell to the ground, creating a cloud of white dust.

He felt his blood pressure spike to 200 in an instant.

The veins in my temples were throbbing, and my head was buzzing.

He turned his head and looked at Su Ye's ambiguous smile and the gang of underlings who were trying so hard not to laugh, their faces red and necks bulging.

My intelligence has been subjected to the most inhumane insult of my life.

"This is outrageous..."

Captain Gu gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red.

He grabbed Xiao Li's walkie-talkie next to him, pressed the call button, and practically shouted.

"Go! Bring the 'Black Panther' from the back of the truck!"

He sneered at Su Ye repeatedly.

"Flour, right? Okay."

"Black Panther is our provincial department's top-notch drug-sniffing dog, awarded a first-class merit! Its nose is even more sensitive than electronic instruments!"

"Su Ye, even if I have to scrape the plaster off your walls today, I'll find evidence that you're hiding drugs!"