Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The air on the third basement level was chilly, and the musty smell mixed with the cheap diesel fumes from the exhaust of a Wuling Hongguang van made one's eyes sting.

The last box was hoisted onto the refrigerated truck by the skinny monkey with great effort.

He shook his aching arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and looked at Wang Jinbiao with a fawning expression.

"Brother Biao, it's all done. A total of sixty kilograms of top-quality goods, all stuffed under the frozen ribbonfish."

Wang Jinbiao leaned against the carriage door, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Those wolf-like eyes gleamed fiercely in the dim light, scrutinizing Su Ye from head to toe.

Su Ye put one hand in his coat pocket.

Holding a thermos in his other hand, he stood three meters away from the carriage, his expression calm, not even his eyelashes twitching.

"Boss Su, you have good composure."

Wang Jinbiao grinned, revealing a centipede-like scar that writhed on his face.

He flicked his thumb, and with a "click," the spring-loaded blade flashed a blue light.

The knife tip casually pierced a nearby cardboard box, tearing a large gash with a ripping sound.

"So many goods have passed through your hands, and you don't even feel your heart race. You're got the makings of something big."

Wang Jinbiao pulled out his knife and wiped it off on his leather jacket, removing non-existent dust.

"Once this shipment reaches the north and is sold, I'll add another 20% to your profit. Consider it making friends, how about it?"

Lei Hu listened intently, rubbing his hands together; his bald head gleamed under the stark white overhead light.

He leaned closer to Su Ye and muttered in a low, hoarse voice.

"Brother Su, Old Wang is quite generous. Giving so much money for a few boxes of milk powder, I'll use that money to buy a few deluxe editions of the Criminal Law for the brothers to put by their beds to ward off evil spirits."

Su Ye's eyelids twitched.

He glanced at Lei Hu, his eyes filled with a helpless disappointment.

"Shut up, talk less, and do more work."

He unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and the steam shimmered around his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Mr. Wang, you're too kind. I'm happy to make friends, but forget about profits. I don't make that kind of quick money."

Su Ye slowly blew on the goji berries on the water's surface, then lowered his head and took a sip of warm water.

"Once the goods are loaded, let's get going. My fleet has a set departure time; we can't be late."

Wang Jinbiao scoffed.

He put away the switchblade, turned around, and got into the passenger seat of the Wuling Hongguang.

"Boss Su, it's a pleasure doing business with you. Skinny Monkey, drive. We'll follow the refrigerated truck and part ways once we cross the provincial border."

The van's engine roared and groaned as it shifted into gear and slowly made its way up the ramp leading to the underground parking garage exit.

Lei Hu walked to the driver's seat of the refrigerated truck, opened the door, and prepared to get in.

"Brother Su, I'll drive Boss Wang out of town now. You should go upstairs and rest; it's too cold down here, don't let your legs get cold."

"return."

Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unyielding coldness.

Lei Hu had already stepped one leg into the car when he heard this and stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong, Su-ge? Aren't you delivering this?"

He scratched his head and stepped back. "This breach of contract requires double compensation. If Lin Dai finds out, she'll scold me to death."

Su Ye ignored him.

He strode over to the electrical box in the corner of the garage.

Reach out and press a red emergency switch.

A loud crash.

At the end of the only ramp leading from the underground parking garage to the surface.

The two-ton explosion-proof roller shutter door crashed down with a thud, like cutting tofu.

The Wuling Hongguang, which was climbing uphill, suddenly braked and crashed.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the concrete slope, stopping less than half a meter from the roller shutter.

"Damn! What's going on?!"

Wang Jinbiao roared angrily from inside the car.

The passenger door was kicked open, and Wang Jinbiao rushed out, carrying a triangular military dagger.

He looked up at the blocked exit, then suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Su Ye below.

"You surnamed Su! You're fucking playing dirty tricks?"

Wang Jinbiao's eyes were bloodshot, and the scar on his face swelled up to a purplish-red color with anger.

Like an enraged beast, he strode down the slope, his bayonet pointed at Su Ye.

"You dare rip off my stuff? Believe me, I'll rip a few holes in you right now!"

Skinny Monkey also ran off the car, clutching a rusty dirt sprayer in his hand.

Trembling, he aimed in Su Ye's direction.

Lei Hu glanced at this situation.

My temper exploded instantly.

"Holy crap! You dare point a knife at my brother Su!"

He ripped off his black suit jacket, revealing a tight gray vest underneath.

With his large, fan-like hand, he casually grabbed a meter-long solid steel pipe from the side of the carriage, which was used to pry open tires.

"Hey, you idiot! Fatty! Grab your weapons!"

Lei Hu roared at the top of his lungs.

In the darkness, a dozen or so burly men from the Sihai Security Department, who had been hiding in the shadows, darted out like wolves.

They were all carrying baseball bats and riot shields.

In an instant, they surrounded Wang Jinbiao and the skinny monkey.

"Boss Wang, don't get so angry."

Su Ye, carrying a thermos, strolled leisurely through the crowd.

He stopped five steps away from Wang Jinbiao and adjusted his glasses.

"My blast door is impenetrable even by armor-piercing bullets. You'd better put your knife away to avoid cutting yourself."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Wang Jinbiao gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He could tell that although these people were armed, none of them dared to make the first move.

Everyone was waiting for Su Ye's orders.

"Even if I die here today, I'll take you down with me! Open the door now, or nobody in this building will survive!"

Just then, a piercing siren suddenly blared in the quiet underground parking garage.

The sound did not come from outside.

It came from Su Ye's cell phone, which was in his coat pocket.

Su Ye slowly took out the old-fashioned cell phone.

Press speakerphone.

"Hello, is this Mr. Su Ye?"

The urgent voice of the operator at the city bureau's 110 command center came through the phone.

"You just called the police saying there were drug dealers with knives in the underground parking garage on the third basement level of the Sihai Building? Please keep the perpetrator calm. Captain Gu of the SWAT team has already led his men there and is expected to arrive in three minutes!"

The air freezes.

Wang Jinbiao's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He looked at Su Ye in disbelief.

It's like watching a lunatic.

"You...you fucking called the police?"

Wang Jinbiao's voice cracked, and the military dagger in his hand trembled uncontrollably.

"You're a gang leader, and when you get double-crossed, you call the cops?!"

Lei Hu was also stunned.

He held up the steel pipe and scratched his bald head.

"Brother Su, aren't you supposed to be delivering baby formula? How did you become a drug dealer?"

He gasped, his face turning deathly pale.

"Holy crap! He mixed wheat flour into that flour?!"

Su Ye ignored Lei Hu's shouting.

He looked into his phone, his voice instantly becoming weak and terrified.

It even trembled slightly.

"Officers! Hurry up!"

Su Ye took two steps back, hiding in the shadow of Lei Hu's broad back.

"This drug lord named Wang Jinbiao not only carried a military knife, but he also had a gun! A homemade hunting rifle!"

"He forced us law-abiding citizens to help him transport drugs! If I refused, he threatened to kill me to silence me!"

The operator was shouting anxiously on the other end of the line.

"Mr. Su, don't be afraid! Find a safe place to hide! Never fight the criminals! Protect yourself!"

The phone hangs up.

The garage was deathly silent.

Only the engine of the Wuling Hongguang was still sputtering.

Wang Jinbiao's mouth was agape, and his face twitched violently.

He was a drug lord for twenty years.

He fought against warlords and was pursued by Interpol.

Even when facing competitors who double-crossed him, he had never felt so aggrieved!

What the hell is this?

The biggest gang leader not only set a trap for him, but also...

And they even pretend to be a vulnerable group, calling the police for protection?

This is utterly disregarding all code of honor! It's a complete disgrace to the underworld!

"Su Ye...you shameless cop!"

Wang Jinbiao was furious.

He raised his military dagger and lunged at Su Ye without regard for anything else.

"I'm going to chop you up today!"

"Protect Brother Su!"

Lei Hu roared.

He stepped forward to face the blade, then swung the solid steel pipe in his hand and smashed it down.

"Bang!"

The steel pipe and the bayonet collided.

The immense recoil caused Wang Jinbiao's hand to split open, and blood dripped down his wrist.

The bayonet flew out of his hand and slid a long distance on the ground.

Lei Hu kicked Wang Jinbiao in the stomach.

Wang Jinbiao screamed and flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into a cement pillar.

The skinny monkey was terrified and raised the homemade sprayer in his hand, ready to fire.

The trigger hasn't been pulled yet.

Er Lengzi, holding a riot shield, charged forward like a water buffalo.

They pinned the skinny monkey, gun and all, against the refrigerated truck.

"Tie them up."

Su Ye stood at a safe distance, blowing on the steam from his thermos, his tone as calm as if he were picking out cabbages at the market.

"Hurry up, don't hurt anyone. We're a legitimate company, we can't resort to vigilante justice."

A dozen or so burly men rushed forward.

Several thick nylon ropes used for binding goods were pulled out from the carriage.

Divide it in no time.

They tied Wang Jinbiao and the skinny monkey up tightly like a rice dumpling.

Even his mouth was stuffed with Lei Hu's tattered towel used for wiping sweat.

"Waaaaah!"

Wang Jinbiao was pinned to the ground with his hands tied behind his back, his eyes bloodshot, his face covered in blood and mud.

He struggled desperately, uttering angry and desperate sobs.

"Alright, alright, stop howling."

Lei Hu squatted down, patted Wang Jinbiao's cheek, and looked impatient.

"My brother Su said that drugs are the enemy of all mankind."

"You come here to pollute our pure corporate culture. We're being civilized by not killing you."

Just then.

A screeching sound of brakes rang out outside the underground parking garage.

Immediately afterwards, a series of hurried footsteps and static from a walkie-talkie came from outside the roller shutter door.

"Demolition! Demolition team, prepare!"

Captain Gu's familiar, raspy voice boomed outside.

Su Ye's lips curled up.

He handed the thermos to Lei Hu.

He turned around, walked to the red electrical box, and pressed the power button.

"Boom!"

The heavy explosion-proof roller shutter door slowly rose.

Dozens of heavily armed special police officers.

Carrying submachine guns and riot shields, they charged into the garage like wolves and tigers.

"Police! Don't move! Put down your weapons!"

The beam of a powerful flashlight swept haphazardly through the garage.

Captain Gu took the lead and rushed to the front.

He immediately spotted Wang Jinbiao, who was tied to the ground and covered in blood.

And standing not far away, was Su Ye, dressed in a haute couture coat and exuding a refined air.

Captain Gu was stunned.

The micro-pump in my hand froze in mid-air, and sweat dripped down my forehead through my goggles.

Su Ye stepped forward.

A look of shock and relief crossed his face.

He reached out and firmly grasped Captain Gu's tactical gloved hand.

I shook it twice.

"Captain Gu, you've finally arrived."

Su Ye let out a long breath, his voice weak with the exhaustion of surviving a disaster.

"These desperados are too arrogant. If it weren't for our security personnel having practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for a few years, these tens of millions of dollars worth of drugs would probably have ended up in society."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes filled with utmost sincerity.

"As one of Longhai City's top ten outstanding youths, cooperating with the police to combat crime is my inescapable social responsibility."