What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

Lin Chang'an subconsciously turned around and saw a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old running past him in a hurry, carrying a bulging briefcase.

The person chasing him was a well-dressed, bespectacled, chubby man. He ran a few steps but couldn't run anymore, so he stopped next to Lin Chang'an, holding his knees and panting heavily.

After catching his breath, he looked at Lin Chang'an with a look of complaint in his eyes.

"I asked you to stop him for me, why didn't you?"

Lin Chang'an glanced at him, ignored him, and was about to leave when the back seat of the car suddenly sank, and the fat man sat down.

"Hey buddy, ride forward and help me catch up with that kid." As he spoke, the fat man took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and slapped it on Lin Chang'an's shoulder.

Lin Chang'an shrugged and said coldly, "Get down."

The fat man didn't move. He pulled out a few more bills from his pocket and said in an even more urgent tone, "If you help me catch up with him, you can have all five hundred."

Lin Chang'an glanced at it; five hundred yuan wasn't much, but in this day and age it was equivalent to almost half a month's wages for an ordinary worker.

It's foolish not to make money when you can; could this be some kind of "windfall" I've won?

That's a bit too stingy.

Seeing that it was too early to meet Fang Qingzhu, he grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Hold on tight!"

He twisted his wrist sharply, and the motorcycle roared as it gave chase.

The thief was clearly very familiar with the area, deliberately weaving through narrow alleys and crowded stalls, making it impossible for the motorcycle to catch him at full speed.

"You little rascal, you've got a good eye for choosing your path."

Lin Chang'an cursed under his breath, maneuvering the motorcycle left and right, sometimes dodging pedestrians walking in the opposite direction, and sometimes suddenly accelerating.

The fat man in the back seat was so frightened that he gripped the armrest tightly behind him, afraid that he would fall off.

The thief ran fast, but the motorcycle was even faster. In no time, Lin Chang'an caught up with him, but the kid suddenly turned and disappeared into an alley.

Lin Chang'an followed closely behind and also turned inside.

The alley was narrow, with mottled brick walls on both sides, and some discarded cardboard boxes and debris piled up at the base of the walls.

Lin Chang'an twisted the accelerator, increasing the speed and closing the distance with the thief.

Just as they were about to catch up, a white van suddenly drove out from the corner at the end of the alley, screeching as it blocked the road.

The thief stopped in front of the bread cart, panting, and leaned against the door.

Immediately afterwards, the van doors were flung open with a "whoosh," and seven or eight burly men crawled out.

They were all dressed in black short jackets, with tattoos on their arms, and they were holding steel pipes and wooden sticks in their hands. They were clearly not good people.

The thief handed the items to one of the bald men, who opened the briefcase, glanced at it, and then turned and put it in the car.

The person in the car reached out and took it, sticking his head out. He was a blond man in his early twenties with an earring and a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes sweeping over with disdain.

The fat man's heart skipped a beat when he saw the blond-haired man's appearance, and he blurted out, "You're from Sanjiang Village!"

The blond-haired man tossed his briefcase onto the seat, got out of the car, stubbed out his cigarette, and snorted:

"Zhang Shaodong, is that you? Go back and tell your boss Shen in Jinhua that if you know what's good for you, hand over the Dongtantou project. Otherwise, don't even think about starting construction in Jinhua, and your company won't have a good time in Haicheng in the future!"

Zhang Shaodong became agitated: "The project on the beachhead was legally won by Jinhua! You're robbing us! Aren't you afraid we'll call the police?"

"Call the police?"

Huang Mao seemed to have heard a joke, patted the shoulder of the person next to him, and said, "We people from Sanjiang Village are not afraid of this."

"This is just a warning. If you disobey again, it won't be as simple as just taking away your winning contract."

After saying that, he waved to his men, "Let's go!"

"You can't leave. Give me back the contract," Zhang Shaodong shouted.

The blond-haired man laughed: "What, you want the contract? Okay, come and get it." As he spoke, he picked up a steel pipe and waved it in the air a few times.

Zhang Shaodong immediately wilted upon seeing this.

Huang Mao and the others burst into laughter.

Lin Chang'an leaned against the motorcycle and heard the entire conversation between the two men.

He raised an eyebrow, instantly determining that the contract in the briefcase was extremely important.

He's currently short of money, and he doesn't know how long it will take for the bounty money from Yang Xinghai to arrive in his account.

Seeing that what happened today might be a money-making opportunity, he decided to give it a try and turned to Zhang Shaodong, asking, "Fatty, how much will you pay me if I help you get the contract back?"

Zhang Shaodong was pacing anxiously when he heard this and was suddenly stunned, thinking he had misheard. He instinctively asked, "What did you say?"

Lin Chang'an didn't waste any words, repeating himself in a calm tone, with a hint of urging: "I said, how much are you willing to pay to get the contract back for you? What, you don't want this contract?"

Zhang Shaodong then realized what was happening and looked at the motorcycle taxi driver he had hastily grabbed to chase the thief, and was speechless for a moment.

He glanced at the people who had already boarded the bus across from him, swallowed hard, and looked at Lin Chang'an, deciding that he had no choice but to try anything.

He gritted his teeth and said, "If you can help me get the contract back, I'll give you 5!"

As soon as he said it, he realized it was inappropriate; there were seven or eight people opposite him, and he must have gone mad.

"make a deal!"

Lin Chang'an snapped his fingers, clearly satisfied with the price.

"Hey, you guys, stop right there."

He called out, then picked up a wooden mop from the discarded junk nearby, kicked off the dirty strips of cloth, and held the stick in his hand.

Lin Chang'an's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of Huang Mao and the others.

Seven or eight tattooed arms turned their heads.

"Leave the bag, and get out of here." Lin Chang'an looked at the people opposite him with a smile.

The people in front of me, despite their tattooed arms and gangster-like appearance, were...

But Lin Chang'an could tell that apart from the bald guy who seemed a bit difficult to deal with, the rest were just a bunch of charlatans.

The blond-haired man scoffed disdainfully, "If you want the bag, come here!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Chang'an suddenly kicked his leg and sprinted away, arriving in front of them in just a few breaths.

"Wow! There really are people who aren't afraid of death."

The bald man gave a wink to the people around him, and several thugs raised steel pipes and started stabbing Lin Chang'an.

Lin Chang'an's eyes narrowed, and he dodged a steel pipe that was thrown at him. At the same time, he grabbed the other man's wrist and twisted it sharply. With a crisp "crack", the man screamed and the steel pipe fell to the ground.

Then he swung his hand back and with a "bang," the wooden stick slashed across the faces of two other people.

His movements were incredibly fast; he always managed to dodge attacks with agility and nimbleness. The wooden stick in his hand seemed to have eyes, striking his opponent's vital points with pinpoint accuracy.

Screams rose and fell, and within two minutes, the men who had rushed up were all lying on the ground, some clutching their ribs, some their faces, and some their legs.

The bald man frowned, realizing that Lin Chang'an had some tricks up his sleeve. He gripped the steel pipe and struck Lin Chang'an from behind when he wasn't looking.