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These haphazardly arranged pieces of wood provided perfect cover for Lu Qingshan under the cover of night.

Lu Qingshan bent over, carrying Qingwei.

They moved quickly through the shadows of the logs without making a sound.

The ground beneath our feet was muddy, with several wide and deep tire tracks visible.

Lu Qingshan looked down and touched it.

The tire tracks were still fresh, and the soil around the edges had just been turned over and was still damp.

Following the direction of the tire tracks, Lu Qingshan cautiously made his way deeper into the area.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of diesel fuel becomes.

Lu Qingshan's heart was beating faster and faster.

He knew he had made the right choice.

Gao Jianjun's rat den is right here.

He walked around the last huge pile of red pine logs and squatted down.

Ahead lies the core area of ​​the entire lumberyard—a massive warehouse constructed from red bricks and sheet metal.

That's warehouse number six, which is specifically used to store premium-grade timber that requires drying.

At this moment, the heavy iron door of the warehouse was tightly closed.

But Lu Qingshan's gaze passed through the gaps between the stacked logs and landed on a row of tall windows on the side of the warehouse.

The windows were all covered with thick canvas, making them very well hidden.

However, on the corner of the canvas of one of the windows, where it wasn't securely nailed, a tiny gap was blown open by the wind.

A few faint, flickering rays of light were shining through the crack.

It was like the light of a flashlight, or the glow of a lantern.

The flickering light and shadow indicate that there are people inside, and more than one.

Late at night, in the closed warehouse, the lights flickered, and outside there was an open gate and fresh tire tracks.

Everything points to one possibility.

Gao Jianjun's "business" is opening tonight.

This is interesting.

It's better to come early than to come by coincidence.

A smile appeared on Lu Qingshan's lips.

……

A few hours ago.

Hongshi Forest Farm, Deputy Director's Office.

The lights were off inside; only a sliver of moonlight shone through the window, casting a shadowy figure moving back and forth on the floor.

Gao Jianjun's leather shoes rubbed against the floor, making an impatient "scratching" sound.

Opposite him stood a man as thin as a monkey, his neck hunched, clutching a box of "Qianjin" brand matches, his palms sweaty.

"Can't sit still anymore?" the skinny monkey asked in a low voice.

Gao Jianjun suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the air in the office seemed to freeze.

"sit?"

He turned around, and the moonlight illuminated half of his somber face.

"If we sit any longer, someone will invite us inside!"

Gao Jianjun took two steps to the desk, grabbed the stack of receipts on the desk, and slammed them hard into the skinny monkey's chest.

"Take it!"

"Tonight, now! Go to warehouse number six immediately!"

He stretched out his finger and almost poked the skinny monkey's nose.

"Burn every single outbound slip from the past three months that hasn't been processed through the main accounting system, especially the dispatch slips for those few vehicles!"

"Burn it to ashes and flush it into the river!"

The skinny monkey trembled at his shout and hurriedly caught the stack of papers.

He looked troubled.

"Boss, tonight... tonight won't work."

"They're pressing us hard from the south; the last batch of top-grade material is scheduled to be loaded and delivered tonight."

The skinny monkey swallowed hard, his voice even lower.

"There are just a few vagrants we just recruited from outside over at Warehouse No. 6. They're clumsy and unruly. If I don't keep an eye on them, they'll chop up the red pine trees for firewood."

"If the loading is delayed, what about the line to the south..."

"Snapped!"

Gao Jianjun slammed his hand heavily on the table, causing the enamel mug on the table to jump up, then fall back down with a jarring sound.

"Loading it onto the truck?!"

He lowered his voice, squeezing it out from between his teeth, making it sharp and shrill.

"You're still thinking about loading it onto the truck?!"

"That little bastard Lu Qingshan, a few days ago, right in front of Li Aiguo, he showed up with the fuel consumption report!"

"He's been going through the files these past few days. I reckon he's already got his eye on those cars! Once he finds the fuel consumption is off, and then checks the records further down, it'll be within the next day or two!"

"If he uncovers this mess, you, me, and all those people below us—every single one of us will be locked up in jail eating cornbread!"

"What kind of car will you be using then? Going to jail to act like a pushover?!"

Gao Jianjun's chest heaved violently, and fear twisted his already sinister face.

Skinny Monkey was completely speechless. He could sense that Gao Jianjun was genuinely afraid.

"Listen carefully!"

Gao Jianjun pointed to the door and gave a firm order.

"Now, your only task is to burn the tents! Burn them clean! Save our lives!"

"As for loading the truck, let those vagrants do it themselves! Tell them to hurry up! The truck must be driven out of the mountains and handed over to the usual spot before dawn!"

Looking into Gao Jianjun's fierce eyes, Skinny Monkey knew there was no room for negotiation.

He said no more, carefully tucked the thick stack of receipts into his pocket, picked up a piece of brown paper from the table, wrapped it carefully, and stuffed it into the lining of his jacket.

He nodded, turned around, opened the door, and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

The office door creaked shut.

All of Gao Jianjun's strength was drained away, and he slumped back into the large leather chair.

He pulled out a bottle of Laocunzhang Baijiu from the deepest part of the drawer, unscrewed the cap, and without even using a cup, took a big gulp straight from the bottle opening.

The spicy liquid burned his throat, causing him to cough violently.

He coughed while gritting his teeth.

As long as... as long as we finish this last job tonight.

As soon as the money from the south arrived, he immediately used his connections to apply for medical retirement and transfer away from this godforsaken place, Hongshi County.

With the emperor far away and the heavens high above, no one can find him anymore.

……

No. 6 lumber yard.

The night wind carried a chill that stung one's cheeks.

Skinny Monkey wrapped his tattered cotton-padded coat tighter around himself and trudged through the muddy ruts.

The brown paper package he was carrying was hard and pressed against his ribs, like a red-hot iron, making him feel uneasy.

He exhaled a puff of white breath, quickened his pace, stepped over the half-open iron gate, and headed towards the warehouse deep inside the site, where a faint light emanated from the fire.

Inside the warehouse, figures moved about, and one could vaguely hear a few rude curses and the dull thud of wood rolling down.

Skinny Monkey cursed inwardly, "These idiots."

He walked to the huge iron door of the warehouse and reached out to push it open.

Just as he was about to step into the warehouse,

A dozen meters away, in the shadow of a pile of huge logs.

Lu Qingshan, who had been lying in wait like a sculpture, silently slid his right hand toward the outside of his calf.

His fingers gripped the cold, hard hilt of the hunting knife in a reverse grip.