Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The lobby on the first floor of the newly built Lingxiao Duty-Free Shopping Mall in downtown Jingzhou.

The central air conditioning was blasting cold air like a freezer in a morgue, blowing it straight down people's necks.

The air was filled with the cool, sophisticated scent of sandalwood, a fragrance that could instantly tighten one's nerves.

A loud crash came from the cashier!

Several bottles of imported whisky, each priced at tens of thousands.

It was swept off the glass shelf by a thick, hairy black arm.

The bottle smashed onto the marble floor tiles and shattered instantly.

The brownish-yellow liquid mixed with sharp glass shards, splashing everywhere.

A strong, pungent smell of alcohol suddenly assaulted the nasal cavities of those around them, causing their nasal mucosa to become dry and painful.

"Fuck you! I just wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, and you're making me scan some damn Lingxiao points code?!"

The leader was a bald thug.

He had a menacing black scorpion tattooed on his neck, and people in the underworld called him Brother Scorpion.

He used to be a scoundrel who followed Zhao Ruilong around, lending money at exorbitant interest rates and collecting protection money in the south of the city.

Scorpion's fleshy face turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Spit flew everywhere under the light.

It was sprayed directly onto the pale face of the young woman at the cashier.

The cashier was so frightened that her legs were shaking.

The knees beneath the suit skirt bumped against the counter, making soft "thump-thump" sounds.

She gripped the barcode scanner so tightly that her fingernails turned bloodless.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she dared not utter a sound.

"Brother Scorpion, these guys in uniform are just bullies relying on their master's power. They really think Handong belongs to the Yan family!"

Two thugs with dyed yellow hair joined in the commotion.

The worn-out leather shoes were deliberately stepped on the broken glass scattered on the ground.

The grinding produced a "crunch, crunch" sound that made one's back teeth ache.

The local shoppers quickly backed away.

No one dared to step in and break up the fight.

It's not that I'm afraid of these few bullies.

Everyone was afraid of getting into trouble and having their credit score deducted by the overhead surveillance cameras.

If my credit score drops, I might lose the right to buy rice tomorrow morning – that would be a disaster.

Seeing that no one was stopping him, Scorpion became even more arrogant.

He ripped open the collar of the floral shirt, revealing a patch of dark body hair on his chest.

The smell of body odor mixed with the smell of cheap tobacco wafted out with the air conditioning.

"Call the police! Call 110! Let's see if that bastard Zhao Donglai dares to send a police car to arrest me!"

Scorpion grabbed the metal barcode scanner from the counter and made a move to smash it on the cashier's head.

Right at this moment.

Two dull thuds of leather shoes hitting the ground came from not far away.

"Tap, tap."

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a deathly silence in the empty hall, like the tolling of a death knell.

I didn't see the security guards who usually wear black vests and come up to dislocate people's arms.

Two men in suits walked over.

His tie was tied tightly, frameless glasses perched on his nose, and he carried a black carbon fiber briefcase.

The two of them were like two dried corpses just pulled out of a freezer, exuding an inhuman coldness.

Scorpion Brother's hand, holding the barcode scanner, froze in mid-air.

He sized up the two seemingly refined scoundrels, then grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

"Oh ho? The Lingxiao Consortium ran out of thugs? Sending two insurance-selling nerds to get beaten up?"

The blond-haired henchman pulled a switchblade from his pocket.

With a "click," the blade snapped open, its tip gleaming in the cold light.

The two lawyers from the legal department completely ignored the broken knife.

He didn't even blink.

The tall, thin lawyer on the left raised his left wrist.

He held a palm-sized black tablet up to Scorpion's face.

A red light swept across Scorpion's pupils.

"Beep—Facial feature scan complete. Cloud Sky's file retrieved."

A cold, synthesized electronic voice emanated from the tablet, piercing the deathly silence of the hall.

The slightly overweight lawyer on the right skillfully unzipped his briefcase.

He pulled out a miniature thermal printer.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

A series of soft, grinding sounds rang out, and the printer began frantically spitting out paper.

It had a slightly warm, burnt ink smell.

The note was over a meter long, like a white funeral banner, almost touching the ground.

Scorpion's Adam's apple bobbed dryly.

I don't know why, but looking at these two men in suits who didn't utter a single harsh word...

A layer of slippery, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

"What are you doing, playing tricks on me! I'll stab you to death!"

Scorpion took a step forward, cursing, and was about to smash the barcode scanner in his hand.

The tall, thin lawyer moved so fast it was as if he had no bones.

With a sharp "snap," he raised his hand.

He slammed the long strip of paper, still warm from the printer, onto Scorpion's broad chest.

It's stuck to my floral shirt and I can't get it off.

"Name: Zhang Zhiqiang. Former debt collector outsourced to Zhao's Construction Group."

The lawyer's voice was completely flat, as mechanical as a teleprompter.

"Three bottles of expensive imported liquor were smashed, and a cash register was damaged. This constitutes a loss of physical assets."

The slightly overweight lawyer pushed up his glasses and continued reading.

"Making a loud noise in a conglomerate-owned duty-free shopping mall and disrupting the offline transaction order of Yunxiao Network."

"This caused panic among 62 customers."

"This behavior has seriously affected the social credit rating and business reputation of the Lingxiao Consortium."

Scorpion was stunned.

He glanced down at the densely packed list on his chest.

My gaze slid directly to the summary bar at the bottom.

The long string of red zeros made his eyes sting.

"Five hundred million?! Why don't you just rob a bank?!"

Scorpion felt the undigested breakfast in his stomach rising up.

A sour taste surged up his throat, burning him so badly that he gagged violently.

"You want 500 million yuan in compensation for a few bottles of cheap liquor?! I only have one life, so go ahead and kill me now if you dare!"

The two henchmen also lost their temper and gripped their knives, ready to fight to the death.

"Kill you? Who's going to pay for this if I kill you?"

The tall, thin lawyer curled his lips into a cold, mocking smile.

He slowly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers that had just touched Scorpion's clothes.

"Mr. Zhang, according to the supplementary terms of the 'Final User Agreement' that you agreed to when using the Lingxiao Life APP last night."

Every word the lawyer spoke was like a barbed icicle, piercing Scorpion's brain through his eardrums.

"Due to your malicious acts of vandalism and refusal to pay compensation."

"The consortium has submitted a mandatory preservation application to the Cloud Soaring main system. All of your Cloud Soaring Points are legally frozen."

Scorpion's face suddenly stiffened.

The upper and lower teeth kept clashing together uncontrollably, making a soft "clucking" sound.

No points? In Handong Province, he couldn't even buy a dry steamed bun from a roadside stall!

"You...you dare to lock my account..."

Scorpion Bro's voice completely cracked.

His two thick calves spun around, his trousers rubbing against his leg hair, making him shudder with discomfort.

"It's not just you."

The slightly overweight lawyer stared blankly at the tablet in his hand, several photos flashing across the screen.

"The system has determined your credit risk to be severe."

"The joint liability clause has been triggered. Your immediate family members within three generations."

"Including your seventy-year-old mother who is bedridden in your hometown, and your son who has just started kindergarten."

The lawyer paused, his voice as cold and hard as iron.

"The Lingxiao Points Gateway under their name was permanently frozen three seconds ago."

Scorpion was struck dumb.

The vein on his temple was throbbing, as if it was about to burst out of his scalp.

He opened his mouth wide, like a dead fish thrown ashore and left to bask in the sun, gulping out air, yet feeling a lack of oxygen in his lungs.

"Your mortgage has just been declared in default."

The tall, thin lawyer folded the handkerchief and stuffed it back into his suit pocket.

Looking at Scorpion's face, which was twisted and pale with fear.

"It's not too late to go back and pack your things now."

The lawyer glanced at his watch.

"Because at 8 PM tonight, the system will automatically and forcibly shut off all the main water valves and electricity meter switches in your house."

Scorpion couldn't hold onto the metal barcode scanner anymore.

It crashed into the broken glass with a loud bang.

His knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the sharp shards of glass scattered on the ground.

The sharp shards of glass pierced through his trousers in an instant.

Blood flowed down his knee, staining the marble floor tiles red and emitting a warm, rusty smell.

But he seemed to have lost his sense of pain.

His eyes were filled with a deathly despair.

The onlookers didn't dare to breathe loudly at this moment.

No one sympathized with this thug who had just been so arrogant.

Looking at the two lawyers in suits, everyone felt only a chilling sense of awe.

This is the real King Yama!

Without knives or guns, without a drop of blood.

A few scraps of paper, still smelling of ink, can drive three generations of a family to the brink of death in society!

The blond-haired thug was so frightened that his hand trembled, and he dropped the switchblade to the ground.

He turned around and tried to rush out of the mall.

"stop."

The tall, thin lawyer didn't turn around, coldly uttering two words.

Huang Mao's heels felt like they were made of lead, firmly planted on the floor, and he dared not take another step.

"As accomplices, the bill has already been sent to your phones."

The lawyer pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting a deathly cold light.

Huang Mao quickly pulled out his phone.

Make a clear look at the balance on the screen that is completely locked by the red box.

My stomach was churning violently, and I almost spat a mouthful of acid onto the screen.

His eyes were so red they were almost bleeding, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Lawyer! I was wrong! I was just a gofer, I'll pay the damages, I'll sell everything I own to pay!"

The blond-haired man slammed his head against the bloody shards of glass with all his might, making a loud thud.

More than a dozen bloody scratches appeared on his forehead instantly, dripping stickily down.

The slightly overweight lawyer looked down at the three puddles of mud on the ground.

A chilling, cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Master Yan's rules are the rules. Do you think this is a vegetable market where you can throw a tantrum and haggle?"

He patted the blond-haired man's face, which was covered in blood and trembling violently, his voice so soft it was chilling.

"Hurry home and drink some tap water. In four hours, none of your families will be able to collect a single drop of swill from the sewers."