Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

After finishing speaking in one breath, he felt his face burning and inwardly berated himself for being so spineless. But the touch of the check in his fingertips was so real—twenty-five million… With this money, so many of his tight budgets would be alleviated. He sighed inwardly; in this world, money truly can bring down even the most courageous.

Ye Tian rolled his eyes at him without any politeness, his disdain practically written all over his face: "Why didn't you just be straightforward from the beginning? Why did you have to go through all this trouble? It makes everyone uncomfortable."

Huang Bingyao could only manage a forced laugh, his face looking embarrassed.

Ye Tian snorted, with a hint of self-righteous arrogance: "I'm a legitimate businessman with a clean record, cleaner than many people. I only do legal business, and I absolutely won't cross the legal red line."

Huang Bingyao didn't believe a word of it, but as a policeman, he relied on evidence. Ye Tian's file was indeed impeccable, without a single flaw. He could only nod vaguely, "Yes, yes, Mr. Ye is a model of law-abiding behavior. So, as long as your company's qualifications and personnel files are up to standard, I'll submit your applications for gun and weapon permits as soon as possible. The police force is having a special bomb disposal training session soon, and I'll add your team member to the list. I'll notify you immediately once the specific time and location are set."

Ye Tian then showed a hint of satisfaction and nodded: "That makes more sense. At least those years of donations weren't wasted."

Huang Bingyao was too exhausted to grumble anymore; he just wanted to leave this place that made him feel so uncomfortable. He stood up, eager to go.

Ye Tian shook his head at his appearance and called out, "Director Huang, you came and went in such a hurry. Did you come all this way just to help me resolve this 'trivial matter' of the security company?"

These words were like a needle, subtly piercing something. Huang Bingyao abruptly stopped, jolted awake! He had almost forgotten the important matter! He turned around, forcing a slightly stiff smile: "Look at my memory, you almost led me astray. I really did come here today for important business."

Ye Tian raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice: "Oh? What important matter requires your personal intervention?"

Wong Bing-yiu's smile faded, and his expression turned serious: "Things haven't been peaceful outside lately. Little B's whole family is gone, Fat Lai has disappeared without a trace, and Lui Yiu-yeung of Tung Sing is causing trouble everywhere. Plus, Wo Luen Shing is about to elect a leader... There's a lot going on."

He paused, looked at Ye Tian, ​​and said in a more serious tone, "Mr. Ye, I know you have a past grudge against the Ni family and may have some influence. But I hope you... can be more patient. We are already investigating the Ni family, and we will have results soon."

Ye Tian's expression turned visibly cold, and the air in the room seemed to freeze. "Evidence, clues, even the strategy for arresting them—I gave you all that long ago. But so many days have passed, and not a ripple has been made. What are you waiting for? For the Ni family to disband on their own?"

Huang Bingyao was a little embarrassed and rubbed his hands together: "Mr. Ye, police investigations and gangster affairs are two different things. We need to follow procedures, collect sufficient evidence, and formulate a meticulous plan. We can't act recklessly. Give us a little more time, and I guarantee that the law will punish the Ni family. At this critical juncture, the underworld cannot afford to be in chaos, otherwise innocent people will suffer."

"Whether the martial world is chaotic or not," Ye Tian slowly stood up. He was tall, and standing up gave him an imposing presence. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like ice shards scraping against glass. "What does that have to do with me?"

Huang Bingyao felt a chill run down his spine. For the first time, he felt a chill emanating from Ye Tian so clearly—not an angry roar, but a deep, distant indifference.

Ye Tian took a small step forward, his gaze landing squarely on Huang Bingyao's face: "Everyone has their responsibilities. I run a company, hire people, and pay taxes, which is a contribution to society. This is my duty." He tapped his chest lightly with his finger, then turned to Huang Bingyao, his fingertip almost touching the other's nose. "Your responsibility is to catch thieves, to make those lawless people afraid, and to maintain peace on the streets."

His tone grew increasingly sarcastic, almost overflowing: "I used to think that even though you're dressed like this, you're at least a sensible person. But what you just said really made me unable to bear it."

"The world of business can't be in chaos! Why don't you say this to those super-rich people who live in mansions on the Mid-Levels and whose sneezes shake Hong Kong's economy? Do you dare? Do you even have the right to stand in front of them and say this?"

"If you're still not convinced, I'll play your entire 'stability theory of the underworld' right now for those people in the Chamber of Commerce to hear. Let them judge for themselves whether you're competent as the regional director!"

Sweat instantly beaded on Huang Bingyao's forehead. Cold sweat slid down his spine, soaking a small patch of his shirt. He knew Ye Tian was right. He didn't even have the qualifications to approach those truly powerful figures. And Ye Tian... the leader of the Hung Hing triad, a billionaire, a legitimate businessman—these identities combined meant he was no longer a "junior in the underworld" whom Huang could easily manipulate.

"What do you want to argue?" Ye Tian asked, his voice still devoid of warmth.

Huang Bingyao's face broke out in a cold sweat. He suddenly realized he had made a mistake; he had used the wrong attitude from the very beginning. Once Ye Tian dropped his occasionally nonchalant demeanor, his aura was so imposing it was suffocating. That wasn't something you could learn in police academy training, nor could you develop it by sitting in an office all day. He made a firm vow in his mind: he could never be careless when dealing with this Mr. Ye again.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Ye Tian smirked, his mockery undisguised: "Do you know why I handed over the Ni family's things to you?"

Huang Bingyao quickly wiped his sweat and said cautiously, "Mr. Ye is very righteous, assisting the police and providing clues to solve the case." He remembered that Ye Tian had asked for one million, but then donated two million. Everyone in the police station said in private that it was handled brilliantly. But he absolutely could not mention that now.

"Heh," Ye Tian sneered, "You think I can't bring down the Ni family myself? I'll spread the methods I told you back then, and the Ni family will rot from within. If Ni Yongxiao wants to secure his position, he has to purge the old guard; those leaders below him—Gandhi, Guohua, Black Ghost, and Wenzheng—will fight each other for money and power, and Han Chen won't sit idly by either. Once they've worn themselves out, how many eyes will be watching this piece of fat meat? By then, not even a bone fragment will remain of the Ni family."

He took another half step forward, his gaze fixed on Huang Bingyao: "I didn't do that because I had other things to consider. I didn't want too many unrelated people to get involved and die without knowing why. And what happened? You come to tell me 'the underworld can't be in chaos'?"

He paused, then spoke each word with a sharp, forceful tone: "Director Huang, these words are not worthy of coming from your mouth."

Huang Bingyao's back was completely soaked, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.

Ye Tian stopped looking at him, turned around and walked back to the window, gazing outside, leaving only his back view. His voice came, carrying an unquestionable commanding tone: "I'll give you a week. If the Ni family is still around and hasn't fallen within seven days, then I'll do things my way. If things turn upside down, don't blame me for not giving you a heads-up."

Huang Bingyao dared not hesitate any longer and immediately replied, "Understood! Mr. Ye, rest assured, the Ni family will be finished within a week!"

Ye Tian suddenly called out again, "Wait!"

Huang Bingyao felt a chill run down his spine and turned back with a bitter expression.

Ye Tian picked up the check that had almost been forgotten on the table and handed it over: "I forgot to take this."

Huang Bingyao's throat went dry: "Mr. Ye, this...this money..."

Ye Tian glared at him: "What are you thinking? This is a donation to the West Kowloon Headquarters to improve equipment and welfare. It has nothing to do with you personally. Take it and do the paperwork as required."

Huang Bingyao could only accept it, clutching it tightly, and practically fled the security company. Once on the street, the evening wind made him realize he was freezing; his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"This is weird..." He got into the car, his hands still a little unsteady on the steering wheel. "So young, where does he get such a strong aura of menace..."

If Ye Tian could hear this, he would probably scoff. Aura? That's not something you forge in the office, it's something etched into your bones after real battles, brushes with death, even crawling back from the brink of death. Huang Bingyao, having been a director for so long, had his early edge worn down by endless meetings and paperwork; he couldn't withstand this.

Huang Bingyao didn't dare delay and drove straight back to headquarters. As soon as he entered his office, his face darkened, and he called Chen Xinjian in: "What's the current status of the Ni family's case?"

Chan Yan-kin's face lit up with a hint of joy: "Sir, things are progressing well. We've uncovered quite a few leads, and evidence against several key figures is being gathered."

Huang Bingyao waved his hand impatiently, interrupting, "I don't want to hear the process! Just tell me, can you uproot the Ni family within a week, seven days?"