Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The moment Liu Ming's figure disappeared at the end of the Nine-Bend Bridge, the taut string in the pavilion in the middle of the lake snapped with a "bang".

"Huff... huff..."

Heilong collapsed to the ground, panting heavily like a fish out of water. Those short ten minutes had felt more agonizing to him than three days and three nights of fighting in the Golden Triangle.

It was a pure, crushing force from beings of a higher dimension.

All your strength, scheming, and trump cards are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the other party.

"Boss... are you alright?"

Ah Biao was the first to recover from his shock, and he scrambled over to help his master up.

"Get out of here!"

Heilong shoved him aside, then, supporting himself on the blood-stained tea table, he stood up unsteadily.

He didn't look at his still-bleeding hand, nor did he pay attention to the wound on his forehead. He simply walked slowly to the pillar, stretched out his still slightly trembling hand, and tried to pull out the broken blade that was pinned inside.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the severed blade remained motionless, as if it had become one with the hard Phoebe zhennan wood.

"hiss……"

Black Dragon gasped, and the fear that had just subsided in his eyes rose again.

What terrifying wrist strength!

Is this guy even human?

"Boss, that kid... just left like that?" Ah Biao stared at the empty Nine-Bend Bridge, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Isn't he afraid... afraid we'll go back on our word?"

"Change your mind?"

Black Dragon turned his head and looked at his trusted confidant, who had followed him for more than ten years but still couldn't see through the situation. A miserable smile, more like a grimace, appeared on his face.

"Ah Biao, do you think we still have the right to back out?"

He pointed to the broken blade, then to his still-bleeding hand.

"They're not here to negotiate with us today."

"He's here... to train dogs."

Black Dragon's voice was hoarse and filled with helplessness.

"He gave us two choices. Either be an obedient dog, wagging your tail and biting people for him, and then maybe you'll get a few bones."

"Or...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

"Then... what do we do now?" Ah Biao was completely at a loss. "Should we really do as he says, shut down the place? Hand over the people?"

"Otherwise what?"

Black Dragon walked to the pavilion and looked at the lake surface shimmering in the moonlight, his eyes becoming deep.

"Ah Biao, times have changed."

"The old ways of fighting and killing are outdated. Now, it's the world of capital and power."

"We used to think that by clinging to Secretary Luo's coattails, we could do whatever we wanted in Ningzhou. But today I realize that compared to him, Secretary Luo's abilities are nothing!"

"There are no more than three people in the entire Jiangnan Province who could wipe out the Black Dragon Group overnight. And this young man in front of us is one of them, perhaps... the most terrifying one."

"Boss, you mean...?"

"We had no choice."

Black Dragon exhaled a long breath of stale air, as if he wanted to expel all the sword fights and shadows of the past twenty years.

"Do as he says."

"Close all the venues, lay off those who need to be laid off, and let those who need to change careers change careers."

"And that list..."

A ruthless glint flashed in the black dragon's eyes.

"Since those people treat us like chamber pots, using us and then throwing us away, then we shouldn't blame them for being heartless and unjust!"

……

Leave the club.

Liu Ming was not in a hurry to go back.

He lit a cigarette and walked slowly along the deserted lakeside.

The night breeze, carrying the dampness of the lake, dispelled the faint smell of blood on his body and gradually calmed the restless blood that had been stirred up by his earlier act of "establishing his authority."

"Boss, that's awesome!"

Through the earpiece came Ghost Hand's excited, slightly distorted voice, "I just watched the whole thing live on the club's security cameras! It was more exciting than a Hollywood blockbuster! A two-finger severing knife! I give you full marks for that act!"

"Stop being so cheeky." Liu Ming flicked his cigarette ash, his tone flat. "How's the matter going?"

"Don't worry, boss! It'll be fine!"

Ghost Hand's voice instantly became professional.

"While you were having tea with that black dragon, I had already secretly installed our latest version of the 'Dragon Fang' 'Hummingbird' monitoring program on all his cell phones, computers, and even the listening device in his office that looked like an ashtray."

"From now on, every word he says, every phone call he makes, and every message he sends will be transmitted to your terminal in real time, 24 hours a day, without any blind spots."

"I guarantee that even if he farts, you'll be able to tell whether it's filled with chives or pork and scallions."

"very good."

Liu Ming nodded.

The reason he didn't kill the black dragon on the spot wasn't because he was soft-hearted.

Rather, it's because he needs this "local bigwig".

Heilong has been operating in Ningzhou for so many years, and his network of relationships and intelligence channels are something Liu Ming cannot build in a short period of time.

Rather than killing him and causing unnecessary turmoil.

Why not, completely, turn him into your own pair of eyes... hidden in the darkness.

Of course, Liu Ming also knew that Heilong was a suspicious and fickle person by nature.

A single act of force cannot guarantee his complete loyalty.

Therefore, double insurance is necessary.

Force is a "whip".

And Ghost Hand's surveillance is like a "sword" hanging over his head...

Only by using both "whip" and "sword" can this unruly venomous snake be completely transformed into an obedient dog.

"Boss, shouldn't we make our move against Ouyang Feng next?" Ghost Hand asked impatiently. "I've found out that he's recently teamed up with several private equity funds to launch a stock market attack on the Nangong Group. Should I hack into their accounts and transfer all their money to a Swiss bank?"

"Need not."

Liu Ming shook his head, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Since he wants to play financial warfare, then I'll play along with him."

"What's the point of a cat-and-mouse game if you scare the mouse to death right from the start?"

"I want him to watch helplessly as all his hopes are shattered, bit by bit."

"I want to make him fall hard from the clouds at the height of his glory."

……

That night, an unprecedented massive earthquake struck the underground world of Ningzhou.

Countless underground casinos, KTVs, and bathhouses, with their bright lights and bustling atmosphere, suddenly shut their shutters without warning.

Countless gangsters who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly received phone calls personally from "Black Dragon".

The phone call contained only one sentence.

"From this day forward, Ningzhou has a new era."

No one knows what exactly happened that night at the Longhu Club.

All they knew was that from that day on, their elusive and ruthless "emperor," Black Dragon, seemed to have become a completely different person.

He no longer gets involved in any illegal business.

They even started cooperating with the police to combat crime.

And a legend about "Master Liu" began to quietly circulate in the darkest circles at the top of Ningzhou.

Legend has it that it was a mysterious being, a hundred times more terrifying than the Black Dragon.

He is the true... **new emperor** of Ningzhou's underworld.