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

The top floor of the main building of Lingxiao Manor in the suburbs of Beijing.

The early winter dawn tore through the gloom of the past few days, and golden sunlight spilled onto the large panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

Yan Qingfeng was wearing a pure black silk loungewear set, with one hand in his pocket.

He stood quietly by the window, looking down at the steel forest that had completely surrendered.

The high heels clicked rhythmically on the Persian carpet.

Lin Yubing, carrying a thick, top-secret summary report, walked lightly behind him.

"Master Yan, the municipal party committee compound is as quiet as a morgue right now."

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her peach-blossom eyes gleaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Yi Xuexi and his team completed all the handover procedures for the 47 positions with real power in just one morning."

Yan Qingfeng didn't turn around, but just quietly watched the bustling traffic in the distance.

"What was Sha Ruijin's reaction when he signed the document?"

"My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't even open the pen cap."

Lin Yubing covered her mouth and giggled, her laughter filled with a sense of unbridled joy.

"He knew that the situation was hopeless, and those forty-seven parasites were completely discarded by him."

The old butler, Afu, walked over with a cup of freshly ground Geisha coffee and steadily handed it to Yan Qingfeng.

"Young Master, Secretary Sha is terrified of you."

Afu grinned, his face crinkling into a deep wrinkle.

"He knows perfectly well that from now on, any official documents issued by the Handong Provincial Committee will have to be read by Ling Xiao first."

Yan Qingfeng took the coffee and sipped it.

The rich, bitter aroma spread between his teeth and cheeks, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Lin Yubing opened the report in his hand, his voice filled with sincere admiration.

"Master Yan, your use of a borrowed knife to kill is too shrewd."

She closed the folder, her eyes filled with fervent adoration.

"I spent the whole night with a team of 100 lawyers scrutinizing the legal provisions, but we couldn't find a single legal loophole in this arrest."

She took a step forward in her high heels and lowered her voice.

"We didn't give any money, we didn't set a trap, and we didn't leave any evidence to interfere with the judiciary."

"The case files of these 47 people who were brought down are more legal and compliant than textbooks."

Yan Qingfeng turned around, a cold, sharp glint flashing in his deep eyes.

"Framed?"

He snorted and walked to the rosewood desk with his coffee cup in hand.

"That's a low-level trick that only despicable thugs and hooligans would play."

Yan Qingfeng placed the coffee cup on the placemat and pulled open the drawer with his slender fingers.

He took out the silver USB flash drive casing that had contained the smear material and casually fiddled with it between his fingers.

"I, Yan Qingfeng, would never stoop to fabricating false evidence in business."

He raised his eyelids, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"There's no such thing as a flawless egg in this world. As long as they themselves are corrupt and have taken money they shouldn't have taken."

"Then the irrefutable evidence I've submitted is the best gavel to bring them down."

"Using the rules they set for themselves, on their own turf, they can legally and compliantly defeat themselves."

Yan Qingfeng's lips curled into a domineering smile.

"Yu Bing, this is called a dimensional reduction attack."

He pointed to the list on the table, his voice firm and resolute.

"I want them to know perfectly well that I was the one who stabbed them."

"They even have to clap their hands on TV and praise me for doing a great job!"

These words, brimming with domineering power, stirred the hearts of Afu and Lin Yubing.

"Now those bureau chiefs and district heads down there have finally figured it out completely."

Lin Yubing straightened his back, his tone revealing arrogance.

"Following Sha Ruijin's empty talk, not only will you go hungry, but you'll also have to go inside and operate a sewing machine."

"Only by following Lingxiao and doing practical work will you get to eat meat."

Afu chuckled and chimed in.

"That's right! People on the streets are setting off firecrackers to celebrate the resumption of work today."

"The political landscape of Handong and our business empire have now been perfectly integrated."

Looking at Yan Qingfeng's upright figure, the old butler sighed sincerely.

"You are now the unshakeable truth of this land."

Yan Qingfeng casually tossed the USB flash drive casing into the trash can, as if throwing away a worthless piece of junk.

"Truth always inspires fear."

He straightened his silk collar, a smug look of detached enjoyment in his eyes.

"Those old fogies in the capital who are used to eating alone are probably having trouble sleeping right now."

Lin Yubing instantly stopped smiling and his expression turned serious.

"Master Yan, are you referring to that tough nut to crack, the one who's about to parachute in and steal the spoils?"

"I've already informed Yi Xuexi. Ye Qingmei's intelligence network is working hard to uncover this person's background."

"No rush. Since he wants to come to Handong to show off, let him jump around for a couple of days first."

Yan Qingfeng waved his hand and turned to walk towards the tea room.

"Have Su Jianxin prepare the funding pool. Since this newcomer is a tough nut to crack, let's spend more money and crush him inch by inch."

The scene changes.

In a high-end detached villa in Beijing, a thousand miles away, on the West Second Ring Road.

The living room was a mess, with broken glass and torn expensive cushions scattered all over the floor.

The smashed 75-inch LCD TV hung alone on the wall, like a blind black hole.

Zhong Xiaoai curled up in the corner of the imported Italian leather sofa, her hair disheveled.

Her usually well-maintained, elegant face was now deathly pale, devoid of any color.

I felt like I had been soaked in ice water, and I was shivering.

She clutched the newly replaced secure cell phone tightly in her hand.

The screen's eerie blue light shone on her distorted face, making her look particularly unsettling.

Just now, she received an urgent call from within her family.

It wasn't just that the forty-seven informants in Handong were completely eradicated by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Even the Zhong family's core smuggling routes in the south were suddenly sealed off by the General Administration of Customs due to an "anonymous tip"!

That was a knife cut straight into the Zhong family's major artery!

"He's insane... That bastard Yan Qingfeng is a complete madman!"

Zhong Xiaoai's lips trembled, and her teeth chattered, making a strange clattering sound.

Her once-proud network of power crumbled like a paper lantern under the counterattack of that wealthy man from Handong.

A fear from the depths of her soul, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled tightly around her neck.

She finally realized that she hadn't messed with a nouveau riche at all.

Instead, it was a colossal, ancient beast capable of traversing thousands of miles at any moment and tearing her to shreds.

"Buzzing—"

My phone suddenly started vibrating like crazy.

Zhong Xiaoai jumped back as if she had been electrocuted. After seeing the caller ID, she scrambled over and pressed the answer button.

Because my hands were shaking so badly, my fingernail accidentally scratched a long white mark on the screen.

"Feed... Uncle Qi!"

Her voice was hoarse, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

"Handong's entire territory has been destroyed! Our people have all been wiped out by Yan Qingfeng!"

On the other end of the phone, Team Leader Qi, who had just returned from Handong in disgrace a few days ago, was panting heavily.

"Shut up! Haven't the Chung family caused enough trouble already?!"

Team Leader Qi's voice betrayed his barely concealed panic and agitation.

"The higher-ups just held a meeting and set the tone: none of us are allowed to interfere in matters concerning Handong anymore!"

Zhong Xiaoai froze, her eyes instantly turning red, tears welling up inside.

"Not intervene? Just watch that guy surnamed Yan shit on our heads? I won't swallow this!"

She screamed into the microphone like a madwoman.

"Send Liangping back! Have the Supreme People's Procuratorate reopen the case and investigate him!"

"Hou Liangping is a cripple! Wake up!"

Team Leader Qi slammed his fist on the table, lowered his voice, and his voice carried a chilling, sinister aura.

"Don't go and get yourself killed. The higher-ups think Sha Ruijin is incompetent and have already used their last trump card."

He paused, even his breathing became cautious.

"A very powerful figure with connections will be arriving in Jingzhou by private jet first thing tomorrow morning!"

Zhong Xiaoai gasped and immediately stopped crying.

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding.

"Who is it? Who can subdue that devil Yan Qingfeng?"

The breathing on the phone became heavy, and Team Leader Qi's voice even carried a hint of awe.

"That ruthless, profit-driven king of the north who disregards rules and devours people without spitting out the bones."

Team Leader Qi sneered, his tone revealing a ruthless intent to use someone else to do his dirty work.

"Doesn't Yan Qingfeng like to talk about legitimate, overt strategies?"

"Then let him taste what it's like to have his rice bowl snatched away by even more unreasonable privileges!"