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

On the main road of Jingzhou, a row of riot control vehicles with flashing red and blue police lights sped past.

The piercing siren startled the stray dogs on the roadside, who tucked their tails between their legs and ran away in panic.

Zhao Donglai sat in the passenger seat of the first command vehicle, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

He clutched the walkie-talkie in his hand, his palms covered in sticky, cold sweat.

The roar of Li Dakang on the phone was still ringing in his ears.

"Arresting executives of large corporations without proper procedures? That's ridiculous."

Zhao Donglai cursed under his breath, pulled out a half-smoked cigarette from his pocket, and irritably stuffed it into his mouth.

But he had no choice. The municipal party secretary had given a death order; with a knife to his throat, he had to bite the bullet and go for it.

Ten minutes later, the convoy came to a sudden stop in front of the Lingxiao Group's headquarters building in Jingzhou.

The screech of brakes shattered the morning tranquility.

"One squad, block all exits; two squads, follow me in!"

Zhao Donglai pushed open the car door and waved his hand.

Dozens of fully armed special police officers, carrying riot shields, surged up the white marble steps like a tide.

The glass revolving doors in the lobby were violently pushed open.

The tactical boots made a dull "tap-tap" sound as they stepped on the polished marble floor.

The entire first-floor lobby was instantly surrounded by a dense mass of special police officers, creating a tense atmosphere as if a gunfight was about to break out at any moment.

But when Zhao Dong saw the scene in the hall, he stopped in his tracks.

There was no chaotic scene of documents being destroyed and people scattering in all directions as he had envisioned.

In the spacious and brightly lit rest area, several men dressed in bespoke suits were sitting on leather sofas.

An exquisite English tea set was laid out on the table, steaming gently.

One of the bald executives picked up a bone china coffee cup and gently blew on the latte art.

He glanced at the SWAT officers who had stormed in, without even raising an eyebrow.

"Wow, Director Zhao, quite the grand entourage." The bald executive chuckled and put down his cup.

"Have you had breakfast yet? This freshly ground Geisha tea tastes great, would you like a cup?"

This nonchalant attitude was like a resounding slap across Zhao Donglai's face.

They're not acting out of guilt; they're clearly just watching a monkey show!

Zhao Donglai gritted his teeth, steeled himself and stepped forward, his hand instinctively resting on the holster at his waist.

"Don't try to get on my good side. The municipal party committee received reports from the public that your Lingxiao Group is suspected of maliciously disrupting economic order!"

He put on a stern face and deliberately raised his voice, trying to overwhelm the other party with his imposing manner.

"Now, all those in charge, come back to the station with me immediately to assist in the investigation! Anyone who resists or obstructs official business will be punished!"

These words were shouted loudly, but Zhao Donglai himself felt uneasy inside.

Because he didn't even have a legal detention warrant in his pocket.

As soon as he finished speaking, the VIP elevator door at the end of the lobby opened with a "ding".

A series of crisp sounds of high heels clicking on the floor drifted over at a leisurely pace.

"Obstructing official business? Director Zhao, that's a really alarming accusation."

A cool, clear female voice rang out, carrying a hint of languor and undisguised mockery.

Zhao Donglai looked in the direction of the sound.

A woman in a silver-gray business suit walked gracefully towards them, accompanied by seven or eight lawyers carrying briefcases.

The woman had neat, shoulder-length short hair, and behind her gold-rimmed glasses, her almond-shaped eyes shone with a sharp, razor-like edge.

Lin Yubing, Chief Legal Officer of Lingxiao Group.

In the legal circles of Handong, this woman is a devil who eats people without spitting out the bones.

"Attorney Lin." Zhao Donglai's eyes twitched, and he forced a cold smile.

"This is a police investigation; please do not interfere."

"Investigate a case? Sure."

Lin Yubing walked up to Zhao Donglai and stopped less than half a meter away from him.

She stretched out her slender, fair hand and pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Director Zhao, since this is a case, where is the case filing notice?"

"Where's the arrest warrant? Where's the search warrant? Please show me your legal documents."

With each question she asked, she took a step closer, her aura incredibly powerful.

Zhao Donglai was forced to take half a step back, his face turning bright red.

"The situation is urgent. I was given a special order from the municipal party committee to handle this matter specially, and I was summoned verbally!" he shouted, trying to justify himself.

Lin Yubing suddenly chuckled, her laughter filled with disdain.

She snapped her fingers behind her.

An assistant in a suit immediately stepped forward and slammed a thick stack of documents onto the glass coffee table next to him.

"A verbal summons? Director Zhao, do you have some misunderstanding about the Criminal Procedure Law?"

Lin Yubing's slender fingers tapped on the top document.

"These are the resignation certificates for all senior executives of our Lingxiao Group in Beijing, which took effect last night."

She pulled out a form stamped with a red seal and shoved it directly in front of Zhao Donglai.

"These are the tax settlement statements for all our branches in Handong. We don't owe you a single penny."

Zhao Donglai was stunned. He glanced at the form subconsciously, and the official seal on it was clearly visible.

Lin Yubing pulled out a third document and slammed it on the table with a crisp sound.

"This last document contains payment receipts for breach of contract penalties for 120 infrastructure projects. The total amount of 47 billion yuan is already in your finance bureau's account."

She stared into Zhao Donglai's eyes, her gaze as cold as ice.

"We legally and legitimately closed the company, paid the penalty for breach of contract, and left. Which law did we violate?"

Lin Yubing crossed his arms and a provocative smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"If you can't produce written documentation today, and you still try to forcibly take my client away..."

She paused, then her tone suddenly turned stern.

"That's an abuse of power and an illegal restriction of citizens' personal freedom! I can now, on behalf of Lingxiao Group, submit a formal complaint against you to the Provincial High Procuratorate!"

"You!" Zhao Donglai was so angry that he was trembling all over, pointing his finger at Lin Yubing's nose.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Because every word Lin Yubing uttered was firmly on the red line of the law, leaving no room for argument.

The dozens of special police officers in the hall looked at each other, unsure of where to put their riot shields.

They have all the proper paperwork and are completely clean, so what kind of criminal are they arresting?

Zhao Donglai took a deep breath, knowing that he definitely couldn't take this person away today.

Li Dakang really buried him deep in this trap.

"You guys are ruthless. Everyone, get out of here!"

Zhao Donglai gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, then abruptly waved his hand and led his men away in a dejected manner.

As the special police retreated like a tide, the bald executive picked up his coffee cup and whistled at Zhao Donglai's retreating figure.

"Director Zhao, please take care. Next time you come, please make an appointment in advance, and I'll get you a better cup of tea!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Donglai was so angry that he stumbled and almost fell down the steps.

He stormed out of the building with a dark expression, just about to climb into the command vehicle.

A black Audi with a Supreme People's Procuratorate license plate suddenly braked sharply and came to a steady stop in front of the Lingxiao Building.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a dark jacket and with his hair neatly combed stepped out.

He clutched a brown paper briefcase in his hand, his chin slightly raised, exuding an air of righteous arrogance.

Zhao Donglai was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this Hou Liangping, the director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Supreme People's Procuratorate?

Hou Liangping glanced at Zhao Donglai, who was covered in sweat, and then at the retreating special police officers, and chuckled contemptuously.

"What happened, Director Zhao? All talk and no action, and you came up empty-handed?"

Zhao Donglai rolled his eyes in annoyance and opened the car door.

"Director Hou, this case is untouchable. Their legal team has all the legal documents; they're an impenetrable fortress, there's simply no way to get started!"

Hou Liangping patted the briefcase in his hand, his eyes filled with confident fervor.

"That's because your local police don't know how to check accounts; they only know how to use force."

He turned his head and stared intently at the magnificent revolving door of the Lingxiao Building.

"No matter how legal the disguise, there will always be traces left in the ledger. Today, I'm determined to catch this big fish, Yan Qingfeng!"