First, then, love.

"Ah Mao, go out and call a few of your brothers."

"Buy a bucket of red paint. Go to the old neighborhood where Yin Xia's parents live in the middle of the night."

"Splash it on the door! Then throw in a few dead snakes and rats!"

Wang Lei gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Go tell that bitch. If she dares to sue me, I'll be in jail. But her whole family will never have a peaceful day! Let her think it over—is her toughness stronger than my fists?"

Huang Mao nodded. "Got it, Brother Lei. Don't worry, we'll handle this little thing perfectly. We'll scare that woman so much she'll be begging you on her knees."

"Go and do it."

Wang Lei leaned back in his chair and snorted coldly.

"I have connections in high places, let's see who dares to really touch me."

The visit has ended.

Wang Lei arrogantly returned to his cell in handcuffs.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Office area of ​​the Major Cases Supervision Group of the Provincial Public Security Department.

He Zheng was wearing a brand-new senior police officer uniform, the police rank insignia on his shoulders gleaming coldly.

He sat behind a large desk.

He frowned slightly as he flipped through a stack of files in his hand.

The newly transferred subordinates, Dafei and Xiaowu, stood in front of the table, not daring to breathe.

This newly arrived deputy team leader, He, is a notorious tyrant in the entire provincial public security system.

Ruthless and merciless.

"Hey, Group Leader He." Dafei carefully handed over a document.

"This was instructed by Team Leader Chen. Our supervisory team has just been established and we need to fire the first shot in the 'anti-gang crime' campaign. Team Leader Chen's idea is to find a typical gang involved in organized crime with protective umbrellas and strike it first."

He Zheng didn't take the document. He leaned back in his chair and tapped his index finger knuckle lightly on the table.

Just then.

The phone on the table vibrated.

He Zheng glanced at it.

It's Shu Yao.

He answered the phone.

"What's wrong?" The voice softened instantly.

On the other end of the phone, Shu Yao's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger.

"He Zheng, something happened to Yin Xia's parents' family."

"A bunch of thugs, in the middle of the day, wearing masks, went to her mother's house and splashed red paint on her door, and also threw two black plastic bags full of dead rats. Yin Xia's mother has a heart condition and fainted on the spot; she's currently in the hospital being treated!"

Shu Yao was so angry that she trembled.

"Yin Xia just called me, she was crying and almost broke down. Wang Lei's people told her that if she doesn't drop the charges, next time they'll throw away more than just dead rats."

He Zheng's eyes widened the moment he heard those words.

It got completely cold.

The surrounding air seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

Dafei and Xiaowu exchanged a glance and subconsciously took a half step back.

"I see."

He Zheng's voice was steady, yet it carried a chilling undertone.

"Tell Yin Xia not to go anywhere."

hang up the phone.

He Zheng raised his head and looked at Da Fei and Xiao Wu.

"Aren't we looking for typical examples?"

He opened the drawer, took out a document, and slammed it onto the table.

"We have a goal."

The cover of the document prominently displays four large characters: Hongda Building Materials.

Legal representative: Wang Lei.

"That son of a bitch dares to remotely direct his underlings to intimidate people even while he's in detention." He Zheng stood up and picked up his police uniform jacket from behind him.

"He ran right into my line of fire. Bad luck for him."

*

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The headquarters of Hongda Building Materials Company is located in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng.

A three-story self-built factory building, with heavy trucks weighing tens of tons parked outside.

"Bang!"

The glass door on the first floor of the factory was kicked open with a heavy kick.

The loud crash of shattering glass made the entire hall vibrate.

He Zheng led five police cars and more than a dozen fully armed criminal police and special police officers from the supervisory team, rushing in like wolves and tigers.

In the hall, several shirtless thugs with blue dragons and white tigers tattooed on their bodies were playing cards and smoking.

Upon seeing the police rush in, they were initially stunned, but then someone grabbed a steel pipe from the side.

"What are you doing! Do you know whose territory this is?!" a tattooed man yelled.

"Police! Everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down!"

Dafei held up his ID and shouted angrily.

The tattooed man still wanted to resist.

He Zheng strode over and kicked the tattooed man directly in the stomach.

The tattooed man screamed as he and his chair flew two meters away, crashing onto the mahjong table and scattering all over the floor.

The remaining thugs immediately cowered, dropped their weapons, and obediently squatted in the corner with their heads in their hands.

"Search. Seal all the ledgers and computer hard drives. Don't leave a single piece of paper behind."

He Zheng coldly surveyed the entire room and issued his orders.

The detectives quickly dispersed.

Finance office on the second floor.

The door was locked from the inside, and the whirring sound of a paper shredder could be heard from within.

He Zheng walked over. He took a half step back.

Lift your leg.

"boom!"

The solid wood door, frame and all, was kicked away by him.

The CFO was sweating profusely as he stuffed a thick stack of transaction records into the shredder.

Seeing the door kicked open, he jumped in fright and dropped the sheet in his hand to the ground.

Xiao Wu rushed over, slammed him onto the table, and handcuffed his hands behind his back.

He Zheng walked to the paper shredder, turned off the power, and pulled out the wastepaper basket.

Turning his head, he saw the financial director, whose face was deathly pale.

"Two sets of accounts, right?"

He Zheng sneered, his gaze falling on a hidden safe under the desk.

"Dafei, call the locksmith and get the real thing out of here."

An hour later.

The search is over.

The safe was forcibly cut open.

Inside, besides a large amount of cash, there was also a thick stack of black ledgers with yellowed covers.

He Zheng opened the account book.

The document is filled with detailed records of monthly payments to a certain "Deputy Director Sun," and even accounts receivable from bathhouses and upscale clubs.

"Group Congratulations."

A criminal police officer rushed over, his face ashen.

"We found seven or eight migrant workers in the abandoned shed behind the factory."

"They were locked inside, with no water or food. One of the old men had his legs broken, but he wasn't taken to the hospital; he was just left there."

He Zheng closed the ledger, his jaw clenching.

"Why are they locked up?"

"They came to demand payment for last year's construction work. Wang Lei refused and had his men beat them up and lock them in the workers' shed, restricting their freedom. He said they would only be released when they signed a statement voluntarily waiving their wages."

Forced buying and selling, illegal detention, provoking trouble, violent debt collection, and massive tax evasion.

This is no ordinary unscrupulous boss.

"Pack up the ledgers and all the evidence."

He Zheng strode out of the factory and stood in the sunlight.

He took out his phone and dialed the number of the special investigation team of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.

"Hello, Director Wang, this is He Zheng. I'm Deputy Director Sun from the South Ring Police Station. The evidence is conclusive; you can close the net now."

*

That night.

A private room in a high-end teahouse in Jiangcheng.

Deputy Director Sun of the South Ring Institute was drinking tea and playing cards with several businessmen, his face glowing with health.

The door to the private room was pushed open.

Four disciplinary committee staff members, dressed in black jackets and with expressionless faces, walked in.

"Sun Zhigang? Come with us. We need your cooperation in investigating some issues."

The teacup in Deputy Director Sun's hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered into pieces.

His face instantly turned ashen.