Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"You little brat, you haven't even grown your fur yet, and you dare to mess with the Grand Duke Jupiter!"

Old Bai's mahogany dragon-headed cane pounded against the marble floor with a loud "bang".

His old face, as withered as tree bark, turned a deep liver color with anger.

The dozen or so uncles who followed him in after kicking down the door immediately dispersed, forming a fan shape around the main seat of the conference table where Su Ye was located.

The gangsters outside the corridor all brandished their gleaming machetes, the backs of the blades scraping against the wall with a screeching sound.

Lei Hu couldn't stand this, and his short temper flared up instantly.

He pushed aside the chair in front of him and scooped up the remains of the crystal ashtray on the table with his large, fan-like hand.

"Old man, who the hell are you calling names! Daring to bring people into the headquarters conference room, don't you know the rules?!"

Several young leaders behind Lei Hu also stood up, each with a fierce expression, sleeves rolled up, ready to fight.

The air in the conference room instantly became so thick it seemed like it was about to drip water, and the smell of gunpowder was pungent.

Hiding in the corner, Shen Qinghan felt her heart pounding in her throat.

She subtly moved closer to the wall, her right hand already quietly reaching for the handle of the pistol under her skirt.

These old guys were clearly prepared.

Hundreds of people are blocking the way outside. If Su Ye lowers his head, the position of the dragon head will have to be changed today.

If they can't reach an agreement and a fight breaks out on the spot, even if she uses up all her bullets today, she probably won't be able to get out of this building.

"Rules? When I was fighting alongside the old man to build the empire, he was still wearing open-crotch pants!"

Old Bai spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the expensive carpet and pointed at Su Ye's nose.

"Shut down all the profitable businesses and send the brothers to deliver packages? Have you lost your mind?!"

A chubby uncle with a mustache standing nearby chimed in with a sneer.

"Young Master, since you don't want to make money with your brothers, let's be frank."

Uncle Pang patted his round belly, his eyes filled with greed.

"Split the Chamber of Commerce's public accounts in two, and we old folks can take half. Then we'll all be fine."

"The casinos in the south of the city, the bathhouses in the west, and those gambling dens that lend money will all be under our control from now on."

"As for you, feel free to spread legal knowledge here if you want, or go deliver packages if you want. We'll keep to ourselves."

These old foxes are so cunning that their schemes are known throughout the entire city of Longhai.

This is clearly an attempt to take advantage of the situation, drain the Sihai Chamber of Commerce of its last remaining assets, and then dump the mess on Su Ye.

Shen Qinghan's palms were covered in sweat.

"What happens in the martial world should be settled within the martial world." Faced with this kind of coercion, according to the rules of the underworld, Su Ye has no choice but to fight back.

But he only has a dozen or so people in the conference room, how can he fight against hundreds of people outside?

Just when everyone thought Su Ye was going to either back down or flip the table.

Su Ye, who was in the main seat, suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter sounded out of place in the tense meeting room.

"Dividing the family property? Taking over the gambling, prostitution, and drug dens?"

Su Ye slowly pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes looking at a group of dead people.

"Uncles, it's 2008 already, why are you still thinking about Qing Dynasty foot binding?"

He opened the drawer in front of him and took out a bulging brown paper bag.

With a "thud," the paper bag was slammed onto the mahogany table, raising a cloud of dust.

"Since we're going to settle accounts, let's do it properly today."

Su Ye used his well-defined fingers to pry open the seal and pour out a thick stack of photocopies.

He casually picked up the top one and shook it in mid-air.

"Uncle Bai, last month at the South City Casino, you embezzled three million from the company funds by falsifying records, and your men even beat a gambler who had borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates to death, right?"

Old Bai's facial muscles twitched suddenly, and he almost dropped his cane.

"You... what nonsense are you talking about!"

Su Ye ignored him, picked up the second document, and threw it at the fat uncle with the mustache.

The document landed precisely on Uncle Pang's chest, scattering all over the ground.

"Uncle Zhang, at the bathhouse in the west of the city, you forced women into prostitution, and you're also hiding two kilograms of heroin underneath. You're not mistaken about that, are you?"

Now, not only Old Ghost Bai and Uncle Pang, but also the dozen or so old guys who came in all changed their expressions.

The papers in Su Ye's hands were practically their death warrants!

"You sent people to investigate us?!" Old Ghost Bai screamed, his eyes turning red.

"You little bastard, you have no sense of honor! I'll kill you today!"

He suddenly waved his hand and yelled at the thugs outside the door, "Get him! Chop him into mincemeat and burn those account books!"

The henchmen in the corridor were yelling and about to rush in, but Lei Hu grabbed a chair and prepared to fight to the death.

Shen Qinghan closed his eyes and gripped the trigger tightly with his finger.

It's over, bloodshed is inevitable.

But at this critical moment, Su Ye did something that sent chills down everyone's spine.

He calmly pulled a Nokia phone out of his pocket.

He quickly pressed three numbers with his thumb, then pressed the speakerphone button and placed the phone on the table.

"Beep—beep—"

After a few busy tones, the call was connected.

A standard, authoritative female voice rang out in the empty conference room.

"Hello, this is the Longhai City 110 Command Center. How can I help you?"

Quiet.

Utter silence.

Those gangsters who were just holding machetes and ready to charge seemed to have been frozen in place.

The younger brother in the front row had one leg still on the threshold, his whole body stiff as a statue.

Old Bai's mouth was agape enough to fit a duck egg, and his cane fell to the ground with a thud.

Lei Hu stood frozen in mid-air, holding the chair, his eyes practically popping out of the window.

Shen Qinghan's head was buzzing, and his pistol almost went off accidentally.

When a gang leader is being forced to resign, his first reaction is to call the police (110)?!

Is this something a carbon-based organism could do?!

Su Ye leaned forward slightly, speaking into the phone microphone with an air of utmost compliance with the law.

"Officer, I want to file a report using my real name."

"This is the top floor of the Sihai Building in Longhai City's CBD. A group of gang leaders are gathering and plotting something sinister."

"Yes, they had controlled knives and threatened my life as a law-abiding citizen."

"Furthermore, I have all the evidence here of their involvement in prostitution, gambling, and drugs."

"The situation is getting out of control, please send someone over immediately, I'm terrified."

Su Ye said expressionlessly, "I'm terrified," but his eyes were full of mockery as he looked at the group of old men in front of him.

The operator on the other end of the phone immediately realized what was happening and raised her voice eight octaves.

"Please protect your safety! The SWAT team is patrolling nearby and will arrive within five minutes!"

The phone call ended, and the busy tone was like a death knell, pounding in the hearts of every old man.

Old Ghost Bai felt a sudden dizziness and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He pointed at Su Ye with a trembling finger, as if looking at a monster.

"You...you called the police? You fucking mob boss called the police to arrest us?!"

The fat uncle was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"Su Ye, you're insane! Even if the police come, you won't escape! The entire Sihai Chamber of Commerce will be finished!"

The underlings in the corridor finally realized what was happening.

"The cops are coming! Run!"

Someone shouted, and the hundreds of people who had been so menacing just moments before scattered like birds and beasts.

They threw machetes all over the ground and trampled each other as they ran wildly toward the elevator and stairwell.

"Run? Where do you think you're going!"

Su Ye sneered and leaned back leisurely in his chair.

"As I just mentioned, the city bureau's crackdown on organized crime was launched last night."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blinding flash of alternating red and blue light suddenly appeared outside the building's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Immediately afterwards, the wailing of police sirens shattered the tranquility of Longhai City in the early morning.

It wasn't just one, but dozens of police cars, their sirens blaring from all directions, deafeningly loud.

The sound of riot police boots pounding on the concrete floor and the piercing blare of loudspeakers could be heard from downstairs.

"The building is surrounded! Everyone inside, drop your weapons immediately and put your hands behind your heads!"

In the conference room, Bai Laogui and the others looked ashen-faced, utterly despairing.

Su Ye picked up the cup of tea from the table, which had long since gone cold, and took a small sip.

He turned to look at Lei Hu, who was still holding the chair in a daze, and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you all standing there for? Lei Hu, open the door and welcome our guests. Also, brew a good pot of tea for the SWAT officer in charge."