After breaking up with my boyfriend, I made a fortune and rose rapidly in my career.

Huang Qianshu was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone, and then she sensed something was off about Chen Ping's words.

"Understood." Huang Qianshu didn't ask any further questions. "Tianxing Group has a sanatorium in the provincial capital that's not open to the public, and the security is excellent. My people will be downstairs at your parents' house in half an hour to pick up your aunt and uncle. Don't worry, as long as they're in the provincial capital, no one can touch them."

"Thanks, Sister Huang."

"Why are you being so polite with me?" Huang Qianshu paused, her voice turning serious. "Be careful in everything you do."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping stood still.

He looked down and glanced at the photo again.

The bottom line is that one should not bring trouble upon one's family.

Sun Chuanhong crossed the line.

Since they don't follow the rules, there's no need to be polite.

Chen Ping expressionlessly placed the photos and envelope into a transparent evidence bag, then dialed another phone number.

"Ninth Brother, it's me, Chen Pingfang."

A gruff voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Section Chief Chen, what a rare guest! What brings you to call me?"

"Find me someone," Chen Ping said directly. "A thug. He left an envelope at the entrance of my apartment complex around eight o'clock tonight. I need you to find him, alive."

"Is that all the information you have?"

"I'll send you the screenshots from the surveillance footage."

"Sure, no problem at all." Old Jiu patted his chest on the other end of the line. "Section Chief Chen, your business is my business. I'll get back to you in half an hour!"

……

Half an hour later, Huang Qianshu called.

"The person has been picked up and is on the highway. They will be escorted by a security convoy throughout the journey, so don't worry."

Chen Ping nodded, finally feeling a little more at ease.

Almost simultaneously, Lao Jiu's phone rang.

"We've found him. He's playing cards at a mahjong parlor in the west of the city. The kid's called Liu San. He usually does odd jobs like collecting debts and keeping watch at the parlor. What do you say, Section Chief Chen?"

"Take him to the abandoned cement plant in the northern suburbs. Also, Ninth Brother, thanks for today's work."

"Section Chief Chen, you're too kind! I've already had that kid tied up; he's waiting for you at the cement factory."

Chen Ping hung up the phone, took off his suit jacket, put on a black jacket, and drove his ordinary Santana towards the northern suburbs.

……

The moonlight shines on the ruins of an abandoned cement factory in the northern suburbs.

Chen Ping pushed open the door of a warehouse, where Lao Jiu was waiting with two of his men.

A young, blond-haired thug in his early twenties was bound hand and foot and thrown on the ground with a rag stuffed in his mouth. When he saw Chen Ping let him in, he trembled with fear and whimpered.

"Section Chief Chen, the person is here." Old Jiu handed over a cigarette.

Chen Ping waved his hand, not taking it.

He walked up to the thug named Liu San, squatted down, took the photo out of the evidence bag, and waved it in front of him.

Do you know him?

Liu San's pupils contracted, and he shook his head frantically.

Chen Pingfang didn't say anything more. He picked up a rusty steel bar from the side and weighed it in his hand.

Seeing this, Lao Jiu immediately gave his men a wink, and the three of them quietly left the warehouse, closing the door behind them.

Inside the warehouse, only Chen Pingfang and that thug remained.

Chen Ping ripped the rag out of Liu San's mouth.

"Who told you to deliver it?" His voice was very soft, but Liu San was so frightened that he trembled.

"I...I don't know, brother! A boss just gave me ten thousand yuan and told me to put the envelope at that door. I don't know anything else!" Liu San cried and begged for mercy.

"Which boss?"

"I don't know him! He was wearing a mask and a hat, and he said he'd give me another ten thousand after the job was done!"

Chen Ping stood up, swung the steel bar in his hand, and without hesitation, smashed it hard onto a pile of empty oil drums next to Liu San with a "bang".

The loud noise echoed through the empty warehouse, startling Liu San so much that he trembled all over, and a foul odor emanated from his crotch.

"I'll ask you one more time, who is it?" Chen Pingfang's voice was cold.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Liu San cried out, "It's...it's Secretary Sun's driver, Brother Wang! His name is Wang Defa!"

How did he contact you?

"He called me from an anonymous phone number... Brother, that's all I really know, please let me go!"

Chen Ping took out his phone, turned on the video recording function, and pointed the camera at Liu San's tear-streaked face.

"Say what you just said again, facing the camera."

……

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Ping drove away from the cement plant.

While driving, he sent the video he had just recorded directly to a number.

That number belonged to Wang Defa, Sun Chuanhong's personal driver.

After sending the video, he edited a short message and sent it over.

"Wang Defa, I don't care who's backing you. If you dare touch my family again, next time I'll break your hand."

At this moment, in an apartment in the municipal party committee's residential compound, Wang Defa was drinking a little wine, humming a tune, and waiting for good news from Liu San.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

He picked up his phone and saw a video from an unknown number, which he clicked on without thinking much of it.

In the video, Liu San's terrified face filled the entire screen as he cried out his name and recounted how he had instructed Liu San to do this.

Wang Defa's face turned pale instantly, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, a threatening text message popped up.

"Next time, it'll be your hand that gets broken."

Wang Defa shuddered and scrambled out of his house, even putting on the wrong shoe, and rushed like a madman toward Sun Chuanhong's house not far away.

……

Having resolved the threats from his family, Chen Ping devoted all his energy back to investigating Li Shufen's charitable foundation.

Guo Xiaojun rushed into Chen Pingfang's office with a thick stack of documents, looking excited.

"Lay it flat, we've investigated everything!"

"The Yunzhou Women and Children Development Foundation's accounts are all fake! Of the dozen or so students on their annual list of scholarship recipients, I had people verify their records, and not a single one of them actually received any money!"

Guo Xiaojun slammed a list on the table.

"These students all said that someone approached them, saying there was a scholarship program and they could receive a sum of money if they signed something. They signed, but never saw a penny! When they went back to ask, the person had disappeared!"

Chen Pingfang looked at the list, his eyes turning cold.

"Where's the evidence?"

"They're all here!" Guo Xiaojun pulled another tablet from his bag. "I found a few brave students who were willing to testify! I was worried something might go wrong, so I brought people from the municipal notary office with me and recorded all their testimonies, then had them notarized!"

Each written record bearing the official seal of the notary office, each piece of clear video evidence.

All preparations are complete.

Chen Ping leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

Just as he was about to call Xiao Yuhan to report this major breakthrough, his personal computer on his desk suddenly made a soft "ding" sound.

That was the notification sound of a new email.

His email address was encrypted, and no one knew about it except for Huang Qianshu and a few other close relatives.

Chen Ping opened the email, and the sender's name appeared as a string of gibberish.

The email body contained no salutation, no signature, only a single line of brief bold text.

"Young man, stop. You've gone too far."