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

As night fell, the streets of Jingzhou were filled with an eerie, deathly stillness.

The once bustling streets are now dimly lit, with no police lights in sight.

Police officers have no money for gas, and civil servants can't get their salaries paid.

Hundreds of unfinished projects lie across the city center, like ugly scars.

Three hundred thousand unemployed people wandered the city, their stomachs growling with hunger, their eyes gleaming with a green light.

The social security defense line is like a tattered net riddled with worms; it breaks with the slightest touch.

The authority of public power has plummeted to rock bottom.

This is the favorite time of revelry for those rats hiding in the sewers.

On the auxiliary road leading to Lingxiao Logistics Distribution Center in the north of the city.

A dozen or so dilapidated Jinbei vans, mixed with dozens of modified motorcycles, roared their engines and sped recklessly.

"Awooo—"

A thug with dyed red hair, shirtless, leaned half his body out of the van window and yelled excitedly.

The rusty threaded steel pipe in his hand left a trail of sparks as it dragged on the ground.

In the lead black Prado, Wang Daoba leaned back in the passenger seat and comfortably exhaled a smoke ring.

The car was blasting deafening DJ music.

His rough face, covered in long scars, looked particularly ferocious under the streetlights.

"Boss, the road was fucking smooth tonight!"

The blond-haired driver grinned and slammed on the gas pedal.

"The traffic police who usually check for drunk driving on this road have all vanished! This feels so good!"

Wang Daoba, with a cigar between his fingers, flicked the ash out the window.

"Even the cops can't afford to eat, who's going to risk their lives?"

He sneered in a hoarse voice, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Sha Ruijin and Li Dakang, those two big shots, are now in dire straits themselves, probably hiding in the provincial party committee compound worrying about it."

Wang Daoba stroked his shiny bald head, becoming more and more smug as he spoke.

"That ruthless Yan Qingfeng is busy withdrawing investment and transferring assets; he has no time to bother with us."

He turned his head and patted a large black canvas bag on the back seat.

It was filled with sharpened watermelon knives.

"Jingzhou is like an orphan without a mother. If we brothers take over this logistics park tonight, we'll call the shots in the north of the city!"

The blond-haired man was so excited that he honked the horn twice.

"Boss, you're awesome! Once we take over the logistics park, we'll go and take over that upscale KTV next door too!"

"I heard that the wine stored there is enough for us to last half a month!"

The convoy was long and imposing, exuding an air of lawless arrogance.

In less than twenty minutes, the huge queue stopped in front of the main gate of Lingxiao Logistics Distribution Center.

The screeching of brakes filled the air.

The car door swung open with a bang, and more than three hundred thugs carrying weapons poured out, cursing and swearing.

Under the dim light of the streetlights, you can see that the logistics park, which covers several hundred acres, is closed.

It was pitch black inside, and you couldn't see a soul in sight.

A few searchlights shone forlornly on the towering walls, exuding a sense of desolation.

Wang Daoba pushed open the car door and swaggered to the retractable gate.

He looked up at the four large characters "Lingxiao Logistics" on the door and arrogantly spat.

"Damn, I thought it would be something big."

He tapped the iron fence with the machete in his hand, making a clanging sound.

"Even the old gatekeeper has disappeared without a trace. Yan Qingfeng has really gone all out of his way."

The blond-haired man leaned forward and peered inside.

"Boss, it's pitch black inside, could there be something fishy going on?"

"What a load of rubbish!"

Wang Daoba kicked the retractable gate, making the iron gate clang loudly.

"These big corporations are withdrawing their investments faster than rabbits; how many valuable security guards will they leave behind?"

He turned his head and waved his hand at the more than three hundred people behind him.

"Listen up, all of you! Once inside, break into any warehouses you see, and take any valuable equipment you find!"

With red eyes, Wang Daoba looked just like a bandit leader who ruled the mountains.

"Anyone who dares to stop me, beat them to death! If anything goes wrong, I'll take the blame!"

The thugs brandished steel pipes and machetes, roaring in agreement.

"Boss, the door's locked. Shall we just ram it open with the bread truck?" Yellow Hair pointed to the crash barricades on the gate.

Wang Daoba, with a cigar in his mouth, took two steps back.

"Smash it! Smash this damn door! I'm going to walk in here openly and honestly today!"

Several Jinbei vans started revving their engines, filling the air with pungent exhaust fumes.

Just as this rabble was preparing to violently break down the door.

Deep inside the logistics park, in a dark dispatch building.

In the control room on the third floor, dozens of monitoring screens emitted a faint blue light.

The entire scene outside the gate was captured clearly by more than a dozen high-definition night vision cameras at different angles.

On the screen, Shen Pojun was wearing a pure black tactical vest, his muscles bulging out of the garment.

He stood with his arms crossed, like an emotionless iron tower.

His deep eyes reflected the thugs jumping around in the surveillance footage.

His gaze was as cold as if he were looking at a group of dead fish jumping on a chopping board.

"Mr. Shen, these thugs really dare to come."

Xiao Chen, the deputy, stood to the side, holding a cup of freshly brewed instant coffee.

He looked at the Jinbei van on the screen, which was about to crash into the door, and couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"More than three hundred people, all armed with broken steel pipes and watermelon knives, didn't even have a proper formation."

"These scoundrels think they can steal our Master Yan's business? They're courting death."

Shen Pojun did not respond.

He slowly extended his calloused right hand and gently tapped the edge of the control panel twice.

"Master Yan had long anticipated that once the official system was paralyzed, these monsters and demons would jump out and court death."

Shen Pojun's voice was low and hoarse, devoid of any warmth.

"The authorities are currently out of fuel, money, and manpower, and can't manage these social scum."

"Since they can't control it, then we, Lingxiao, will establish the rules for the night in Handong."

He turned and walked to the weapons rack next to him, casually pulling out a tactical baton made entirely of steel.

With a soft "snap," the baton traced a sharp arc in mid-air.

"Are the brothers all in ambush ready?"

"Five hundred Class A security personnel, fully armed, are already deployed behind the three main gates of the park."

Xiao Chen stopped smiling, stood up straight, and spoke with absolute confidence.

"These guys are all elite retired soldiers; they can deal with these thugs in less than three minutes."

Shen Pojun nodded and looked at the big screen again.

In the footage, the Jinbei van has already shifted into reverse, preparing to accelerate and crash into the door.

Wang Daoba stood to the side, waving his machete and directing like a clown.

"Open the door," Shen Pojun coldly uttered.

Xiao Chen was taken aback: "Open the gate? To stop them from crashing into it?"

"They smashed it up, and we'll have to pay for the repairs ourselves."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Shen Pojun's lips.

"Open the door and let them in. Only by closing the door and beating the dog can you truly satisfy them."

"Yes!" Xiao Chen immediately pressed the green button on the control panel.

Outside the gate.

The Jinbei van had just floored the gas pedal and was about to surge forward.

A long beep was heard.

The tightly closed electric sliding gate slowly retracted and opened to both sides on its own.

Wang Daoba was stunned, his machete frozen in mid-air.

The more than three hundred thugs were all dumbfounded, and the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down.

"Boss, this... how did it open by itself?" Yellow Hair swallowed hard, feeling a little uneasy.

"This door must be sensor-activated, or there must be surveillance cameras inside!"

Wang Daoba rolled his eyes, forcing himself to muster his courage.

"The people inside must have seen this display of force and wet themselves in fear, so they opened the door and surrendered!"

He took a deep drag on his cigar and slammed the butt onto the ground.

"Brothers! Charge in! Rob the money! Take the territory!"

More than 300 thugs, once again fueled by greed, brandished their weapons and surged into the logistics park like a tidal wave.

They had just crossed the gate.

A dull, loud "click" was heard.

The retractable gate behind him closed instantly, jamming itself firmly on the track.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of high-powered xenon searchlights lit up simultaneously in the previously pitch-black logistics park plaza.

The blinding white light, like sharp swords, instantly illuminated the entire square as bright as day.

The thugs were so blinded by the light that they covered their eyes with their hands, and screams filled the air.

"What's going on! All the lights are on!"

Wang Daoba shielded his eyes from the bright light with his hand and squinted as he looked ahead.

When his eyes adjusted to the bright light and he could see clearly what was in front of him, the machete in his hand clattered to the ground.

Less than fifty meters in front of him.

Five hundred burly men, dressed in identical black tactical vests, stood silently in formation like an insurmountable steel wall.

There was no chaotic shouting, no unnecessary movements.

Each person held a dark riot control fork and a stun baton.

The murderous aura emanating from its very bones caused the surrounding temperature to drop by more than ten degrees.

Shen Pojun slowly walked out from the crowd.

He looked at Wang Daoba, who was trembling with fear across the room, and coldly pressed the microphone button on his communicator.

"Are all the recording devices on? Did you bring the self-defense authorization letter filed with the Ministry of Justice?"

A calm response came through the communicator from Xiao Chen: "Everything is compliant. Thirty high-definition cameras were filming from every angle, which fully meets the standards for legitimate self-defense."

Shen Pojun squeezed his knuckles with satisfaction, producing a crisp popping sound.

He stared at Wang Daoba's pale face, his tone chilling and biting.

"Weld the door shut, don't let a single one escape. Within a minute, I want to see them all kneeling on the ground singing 'Conquer'."