Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"President Su."

Shen Qinghan clutched the warm tissue, the mud on the soles of her feet sticking to the edges of her canvas shoes.

"What kind of person are you, really?"

The air grew still.

The holly leaves were covered with a thin layer of frost, rustling softly in the wind.

Su Ye stopped in his tracks.

The little girl in his arms, missing a front tooth, was tugging at a loose thread on the collar of his sweater, giggling.

He supported the girl's back with one hand and turned his head.

The lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses reflected the stark white sunlight.

A slight smile curved at the corners of his lips.

"I?"

Su Ye bounced the child in his arms, his gaze passing over Shen Qinghan and landing on the desolate cement road outside the courtyard wall.

"A businessman who just makes a living."

His tone was flat, without any inflection.

"Secretary Shen, don't overthink it. The kitchen is in the backyard. Zhang Ma makes chive and egg dumplings with thin wrappers."

After saying that, he picked up the little girl and turned to blend into the group of noisy children.

Lei Hu was yelling as he taught two teenagers military boxing, each move and stance delivered with the ferocity of a street brawl.

Shen Qinghan stood frozen in place.

The wind inflated my trench coat, and the cold air seeped straight into my bones from my neck.

She looked down at the rusty wire at her feet, her mind a complete mess.

businessman?

What businessman would be so bored as to fill the bottomless pit of an orphanage with hard-earned money?

He even brought a bunch of ruthless bodyguards who are here as free labor!

Is this the kind of awareness a mafia boss should have?

……

Nighttime, the office of the city bureau chief.

The main lights were not on inside.

Only the old-fashioned green-shaded desk lamp on the desk was lit.

The dim light shone on Li Jianguo's deeply lined old face.

"Bang!"

An enamel teacup with the double happiness symbol printed on it was slammed onto the table.

The scalding hot tea splashed out, smearing half of the map of Longhai City.

"A good person?"

Li Jianguo suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the ground with a piercing scream.

He pointed at Shen Qinghan standing opposite him, his fingers trembling.

"Shen Qinghan! Have you lost your mind?!"

Li Jianguo was so angry that his chest heaved violently like a bellows, and spittle flew everywhere.

"You think Su Ye is some kind of saint just because he took his underlings to the orphanage to make dumplings for a couple of meals and chop a couple of bricks?"

Shen Qinghan was wearing that old trench coat, her head down, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the coat.

She bit her lower lip and looked up.

"But...Chief."

Her voice was soft and hesitant.

"I checked the orphanage's corporate account today. Su Ye didn't just donate three million this month. He also covered all the tuition fees for thirty children from elementary school to university."

Shen Qinghan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Over the past few years, he has privately donated nearly 80 million yuan to that orphanage."

She looked directly into Li Jianguo's eyes, a hint of confusion in them.

"Disguise... can it be done so thoroughly? This is truly one of the top ten most touching stories in Longhai."

"fart!"

Li Jianguo roared.

He grabbed a thick stack of files from the table and slammed them down at Shen Qinghan's feet.

The document folders were scattered.

Several black and white photos slid out.

The area above was filled with bloody crime scenes and the mess left by the Sihai Group when they used to collect protection money.

"Look at these! Look!"

Li Jianguo's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, with blood vessels like spider webs covering the whites of his eyes.

"Don't you know what kind of person his father is? Drug dealers, smugglers, loan sharks! The Sihai Group's foundation is utterly corrupt!"

Li Jianguo leaned forward, supporting himself on the table, staring intently at Shen Qinghan.

"He donated 80 million to charity to launder billions of yuan in illicit funds! He's trying to blind the entire municipal bureau so he can secretly run even bigger deals!"

He reached out and slammed his hand on the table, making a dull thud.

"Shen Qinghan, you're a police officer. Don't be fooled by this kind of low-level hypocrisy!"

Shen Qinghan looked at the horrific photos on the ground.

But the image of Su Ye bending down to wipe the little girl's nose involuntarily flashed through his mind.

She took a deep breath, bent down to pick up the photo, and put it back in the file folder.

"I understand, Chief."

Her voice regained its usual coolness.

"I'll keep an eye on him. As soon as he shows his true colors, I'll catch him myself."

The door closed.

Only Li Jianguo's heavy breathing remained in the office.

He slumped back into his chair, pulled out his cigarette case, and took out a crumpled Hongmei cigarette.

It took three tries to light the lighter.

Amidst swirling smoke.

The old man's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

Just how big of a game is Su Ye playing?

……

at the same time.

It is located 300 kilometers away from Longhai City, on a winding mountain road leading to the provincial border.

The night was as dark as a curtain.

There were no streetlights, only a dilapidated Wuling Hongguang van, its hazard lights flashing dimly, speeding through the rainy night like a ghost.

The carriage reeked of a pungent diesel fumes, mixed with a nauseating stench of sweat and blood.

The rear seats have been removed.

Several cardboard boxes were piled up, completely wrapped in waterproof tarpaulins.

A man with a scar on his face running from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth leaned against the bumpy car window.

He was wearing a dirty leather jacket and fiddling with a military triangular bayonet in his hand.

The blade gleamed with a chilling blue light under the occasional flashes of car headlights.

This man's name is Wang Jinbiao.

A notorious drug lord in the Golden Triangle.

He had several lives on his hands and had just smuggled himself across the border.

In the passenger seat, a skinny henchman, as thin as a monkey, turned his head.

He shrank his neck, his eyes filled with terror.

"Biao, Brother Biao. That cop's car behind us doesn't seem to be following."

Wang Jinbiao curled his lips into a cold laugh.

The movement accentuated the scar on his face, making it look like a writhing centipede, grotesque and terrifying.

"Follow me? I scattered three pounds of caltrops on the mountain road; their tires are already ruined."

He sat up straight, twirling the military dagger deftly between his fingers.

"Go to Longhai City."

Wang Jinbiao's voice was rough and hoarse, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard.

The skinny monkey paused for a moment, then stammered.

"Going to Longhai? Brother Biao, things are tense there right now. I heard the city police just did a big crackdown on organized crime, and even the Sanlian Gang was wiped out."

"Right now, in Longhai's underworld, only the Sihai Group holds a dominant position. The boss of Sihai is called Su Ye, and I've heard he's incredibly ruthless and not to be trifled with."

"not to be trifled?"

Wang Jinbiao spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the floor of the carriage.

"I'm in this business of risking my life. What can a local thug do against an AK-47?"

He patted the pile of boxes covered with tarpaulin next to him.

"This batch of goods is worth 20 million. Taking it through other channels would be too conspicuous."

Wang Jinbiao narrowed his eyes, his gaze as cold and sinister as a venomous snake.

"I heard that Sihai Group has started some kind of express logistics service, with a cold chain fleet covering the entire province?"

The skinny monkey nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, Brother Biao. Their delivery team is fast and very disciplined; the traffic police usually don't check them."

"Let's use their car."

Wang Jinbiao grinned, revealing a set of rotten teeth stained yellow by smoking.

"I'm an expert at double-crossing. Contact that Su Ye."

He plunged his bayonet into the back of the seat in front of him with a muffled thud.

"If he knows what's good for him and obediently lets me pass, I'll give him a taste of soup."

"What if he doesn't know what's good for him..."

A bloodthirsty madness flashed in Wang Jinbiao's eyes.

"It's time for someone else to take the seat of the underworld boss in Longhai City."

The bread truck roared through the night, speeding towards Longhai City.