Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

At midnight, the wind picked up in Longhai City.

A few dry sycamore leaves scraped against the police car's windshield, making a screeching sound.

Captain Gu sat inside the Iveco riot control vehicle, his teeth clenched tightly around a cigarette butt.

He didn't light the fire; his nostrils were filled with the astringent smell of nicotine and the strong, sour smell of sweat in the carriage.

"Captain Gu..." Xiao Wang, the young police officer in the passenger seat, swallowed hard.

Xiao Wang fiddled with his fingers on the trigger guard of the Type 92 pistol, his fingernails making a faint scraping sound.

"Is my bulletproof vest too small? It's so tight I can't breathe and my heart is racing."

"Shut up, stop talking nonsense." Captain Gu spat out the mushy cigarette butt and reached out to press the walkie-talkie.

His brows were furrowed into a deep knot, and his eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night.

"Old Bai and his gang have just been arrested, and the Sihai Chamber of Commerce is now leaderless and must be in complete chaos."

Captain Gu pulled a tactical flashlight from his waist and slammed the safety pin on with his thumb.

"That kid Su Ye is putting on a show by making a false police report during the day, and tonight he'll definitely be in the headquarters building tallying up the slush funds and dividing the spoils."

"There might still be a few kilograms of flour waiting to be sold. Get your tools ready; we have to crack this tough nut today."

A burst of static came through the walkie-talkie, followed by hushed reports from each group.

"One team in position, back door sealed."

"Team Two in position, underground parking garage exit secured."

Captain Gu took a deep breath of the cold air, which smelled of engine oil, and abruptly pushed open the heavy car door.

"action!"

Three hundred fully armed special police officers surged toward the Sihai Building from all directions like a black tide.

The leather boots made a series of muffled, uneven sounds as they stepped on the asphalt.

The first floor of the building features a full-length panoramic tempered glass door.

Inside, thick Venetian blinds were drawn, letting in a blinding white light, like a giant, luminous blind man.

"Break!" Captain Gu gave a tactical hand signal.

Two strong assault team members, carrying 30-pound breaching hammers, roared and swung them fiercely.

"Splash—"

The deafening sound of shattering glass tore through the night sky, and countless shards of glass the size of fingernails cascaded down onto the riot shields like a waterfall.

"Don't move! Police!"

"Don't move! Hands over your heads! Lie down!"

Captain Gu was the first to step over the door frame with a micro-shot in hand, the broken glass beneath his feet creaking under his feet.

A dozen guns equipped with powerful flashlights emitted infrared rays that danced wildly like laser beams, frantically slicing through the space of the hall.

The special police officers quickly dispersed in tactical formation, their nerves taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

Captain Gu pressed the butt of his rifle firmly against his shoulder, his finger on the trigger, waiting to face the impending hail of bullets.

But a second passed.

Three seconds passed.

There were no gunshots.

There was no gleaming light reflecting off the machete.

There wasn't even a single underworld slang phrase like "Run when the cops come!"

The lobby was so quiet that only the whirring of the central air conditioning fans could be heard.

Captain Gu was stunned, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably twice.

He squinted and looked at the scene before him through the visor of his tactical helmet.

The string in my mind snapped with a "snap".

There were no piles of cash, nor bags of heroin.

Hundreds of burly men with tattoos all over their backs sat formally at makeshift folding desks.

The group of people were all dressed in cheap white shirts, with blue plastic name tags around their necks that read "Sihai Holdings".

The pectoral muscles of several large men were so prominent that the buttons on their shirts were about to pop off, revealing glimpses of the tails of the blue dragon and white tiger on their chests.

Instead of the smell of blood, the air was filled with a strong aroma of Nestlé instant coffee and the smell of cheap printing paper.

Upon hearing the loud crash of the door being broken down, hundreds of burly men turned their heads in unison.

Hundreds of pairs of bloodshot, swollen eyes stared intently at the group of special police officers at the door, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

There was no murderous intent in his eyes.

They are all innocent.

There's even a sense of stagnation, as if tormented by knowledge to the point of wishing for death.

"What... what's going on..." Xiao Wang stammered, his hand holding the gun drooping uncontrollably.

A bald, burly man was holding a chewed-up ballpoint pen in his hand, with blue ink stains on the corner of his mouth.

He stared blankly at Captain Gu's gun barrel and sniffed.

"Officer...Officer, what brings you here to check memorization in the middle of the night?"

The bald, burly man rubbed his sweat-drenched forehead and complained gruffly.

"Didn't President Su say... the surprise inspection of labor laws would only be at 8 a.m. tomorrow? Why is there a night raid?"

A tall, thin gangster next to him slammed the thick-covered book in front of him shut, rubbing his sore neck.

"I told you I couldn't memorize this thirty-ninth one! Old Zhao, you insisted that I could remember it after reading it ten times."

The tall, thin man pointed at the shattered glass door, looking annoyed.

"Oh no, oh no, the government has caught us for not studying. We're definitely going to lose our performance bonuses tomorrow."

Captain Gu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty, and he felt a surge of anger rush to the top of his head.

He shook his head violently, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Shut up, all of you! Put your hands where I can see them!"

Captain Gu roared through gritted teeth, his vocal cords snapping.

The hundreds of burly men obeyed and all raised their hands in a flurry.

chubby palms, calloused fists, and large hands stained with carbon ink were all raised in mid-air.

"Clatter".

Someone's pen fell to the ground and rolled a long way.

Captain Gu, carrying his gun, trudged forward, his steps uneven.

My leather shoes slipped on the printed review materials scattered on the floor.

He walked to a table and stared intently at the things placed on it.

There were no tools used to commit the crime.

There was only an empty can of Red Bull and half a meat bun that hadn't been eaten.

There was also a copy of the "Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China" that had been flipped through until the edges were curled and had a huge exclamation mark drawn in red on the cover.

On the open page, a few lines of annotations were written in a crooked hand:

"Disorderly conduct is punishable by imprisonment! Fighting is too costly! Never resort to violence!"

Captain Gu felt his blood pressure soaring, and his ears were filled with the buzzing sound of his blood vessels throbbing.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the first row of tables at the very front of the hall, which were labeled "Senior Executive Seating".

Lei Hu, the security director who is nearly two meters tall, is huddled on a small plastic stool.

His massive body was curled up in a ball, like a bear locked in an iron cage.

Lei Hu completely ignored the police officers who came in, holding a Barbie pink highlighter in his broad hand.

He was hunched over the table, frantically underlining a copy of the Labor Contract Law that was thicker than a dictionary.

On that fleshy face, his brows were furrowed into a deep frown, and he was muttering to himself.

"Economic compensation...is calculated based on the employee's length of service with the company, with one month's salary paid for each full year of service..."

Lei Hu's lips were dry and chapped, and he read haltingly, his pink marker covering the entire page like a palette.

Captain Gu strode over and pressed the muzzle of his gun directly onto the table in front of Lei Hu.

The gun barrel struck the table with a muffled "bang".

Lei Hu was startled, his hand trembled, and the pink marker drew a long pink line across the paper and the wooden table.

"Holy crap!"

Lei Hu suddenly straightened up, his eyes wide with the size of copper bells.

He looked at the pink scratches on the table with heartache, took out a crumpled wad of tissue paper from his pocket, and wiped it vigorously.

"Officer, what are you doing! Mr. Su said that every scratch on this table will result in a 500 yuan fine!"

Lei Hu looked up, his face full of frustration from staying up all night memorizing.

"In the middle of the night, you not only kicked down the door, but you also caused a scene?"

Captain Gu's hand holding the gun trembled like a leaf, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

"Lei Hu, stop playing dumb with me! What are you doing here!"

Lei Hu rolled his eyes and shoved the shiny copy of the Labor Contract Law in his hand right under Captain Gu's nose.

The paper smelled strongly of cheap printing ink, which hit Captain Gu's nostrils.

"What are you doing? Can't you tell? It's time for morning reading!"

Lei Hu poked the book cover with his thick index finger, his voice filled with a sense of utter despair and hopelessness.

"President Su has issued a strict order: all those at the level of Hall Master and above must memorize the Labor Law and the Criminal Law this week."

"The morning meeting starts at 8 AM tomorrow. If you get one thing wrong, you'll be cleaning the toilets in the backyard for a month!"

He pointed to the hundreds of burly men behind him, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"The guys have to haul goods and deliver packages during the day, so they can only work the night shift to study."

"You guys are something else! You kicked the door down, and I completely forgot all the work injury assessment clauses I just memorized!"

Captain Gu stared at the book covered in pink highlighter, feeling dizzy and unable to breathe properly.

Xiao Wang approached, stood beside him holding a gun, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Captain Gu, um... should we search?"

Looking at the room full of model students, Xiao Wang's palms, gripping the gun, were slick with sweat.

Search! Search every inch of the place!

Captain Gu's chest heaved violently as he roared at the top of his lungs.

"Bring in the riot dogs! Tear down the walls and fences! Lift up the ceiling too!"

He refused to believe that an underground cancer that had been entrenched in Longhai City for decades could be transformed into a reading club overnight!

Lei Hu snorted and plopped back down on the plastic stool, which creaked under the weight.

He stretched out his thick legs and spread his hands.

"Go ahead and search, search whatever you want."

Lei Hu touched his bald head, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Just pay for any damaged items. But Captain Gu, I have to remind you of something."

He took the pink marker out of his pocket and twirled it in his hand twice.

"Our company's newly appointed general counsel will be clocking in at 7:30 tomorrow morning."

Lei Hu raised his chin and pointed to the door, which was now shattered into pieces.

"If you don't find any heroin or controlled knives today..."

"So, are you ready to receive the indictment for forcibly entering a private enterprise and damaging property?"