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The smell of blood in the warehouse grew stronger and stronger.

The light from the lantern swayed on the roof beams, casting distorted shadows on the ground.

Lu Qingshan stood in the center of the field.

The steel crowbar in his hand was still dripping blood from its tip.

Blood dripped onto the muddy ground, spreading into a small dark patch.

Not far away, Green Tail's teeth were still firmly embedded in Skinny Monkey's wrist.

The skinny monkey lay on the ground, his body twitching futilely like a fish out of water.

His screams had turned into intermittent groans.

The only thing left in their eyes when they looked at Lu Qingshan was primal fear.

Lu Qingshan made a move.

He strode over to the brown paper package.

The soles of the shoes slammed heavily onto the paper package.

The paper package made a dull thud as it struggled to bear the weight.

He didn't bend down, but simply pointed the crowbar in his hand at the half-dead man on the ground.

The tip of the crowbar almost touched the skinny monkey's nose.

The gurgling in Qingwei's throat grew louder, and the force in his mouth increased.

"Uh... Ah!"

The skinny monkey's body suddenly arched, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat mixed with dirt.

"This is what Gao Jianjun sent you to burn?"

Lu Qingshan's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

This calm was more chilling than any roar.

The skinny monkey's mouth was agape, unable to utter a single word due to the excruciating pain and fear; he could only nod frantically.

Lu Qingshan slowly squatted down.

He used the other end of the crowbar to lift the brown paper package that was being stepped on.

He didn't rush to open it, but instead gently tapped the skinny monkey's pale face with the crowbar, one tap at a time.

The cold, metallic touch made the skinny monkey tremble even more violently.

"You did a very thorough job."

Lu Qingshan tore open the outer packaging of the kraft paper and pulled out the thick stack of receipts inside.

He looked at the newspaper as if he were sitting on his own kang (heated brick bed), slowly and methodically flipping through each page.

"Vehicle No. 3, depart from Timber Yard No. 6, to transport substandard mixed timber."

"Fuel supply, diesel, 50 liters."

"Repair record: Replacement of gearbox number three gear."

His voice echoed in the empty warehouse, each word like a small hammer striking the skinny monkey's heart.

The skinny monkey's breathing became increasingly rapid.

He had no idea what this evil spirit was up to.

These orders were all made by Deputy Director Gao himself, how could there be a problem?

Sudden.

Lu Qingshan stopped what he was doing.

He slammed a stack of receipts onto the skinny monkey's face.

The edge of the paper grazed the skin of the thin monkey, leaving fine streaks of blood.

"The engine number of this Jiefang truck ends in seven."

Lu Qingshan's voice suddenly turned cold.

"The fuel consumption standards recorded in the forestry station's archives are for older engines with the last four digits!"

"The two engines have a fuel consumption difference of a full twelve liters per 100 kilometers!"

"And this repair part, the blacksmith shop in Zhangjiatun has a receipt date of March 12th."

"The repair date on your fleet dispatch order is March 9th!"

"The car hasn't even broken down yet, and you've already prepared the parts three days in advance?"

Lu Qingshan leaned down, his icy gaze piercing into the skinny monkey's eyes.

"Does Gao Jianjun think you're a fool, or does he think I'm a fool?!"

Skinny Monkey was completely dumbfounded.

Engine number?

Fuel consumption standards?

When was the item received into the warehouse?

He was just someone who ran errands and supervised the work; he had no idea about these intricacies.

All he knew was that he would do whatever Deputy Director Gao told him to do.

But how could this person in front of me recite these numbers so fluently?

Who exactly is he?!

"You think you can rest easy after burning such a flawed and falsified account?"

Lu Qingshan lightly tapped the ground with his toes.

Aoki immediately understood.

Its upper and lower jaws snapped shut.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones being thoroughly crushed was sharp and piercing.

"ah--!"

A shrill, inhuman scream erupted from the skinny monkey's throat.

His body jerked up suddenly, then fell heavily back down, his eyes bulging outwards from the excruciating pain.

A foul-smelling liquid flowed from his crotch.

His psychological defenses were completely destroyed at that moment.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The skinny monkey was crying and snot streaming down his face, his voice distorted with fear.

"This...this is all fake!"

"It was Deputy Director Gao who made it...made it to pass the inspection!"

He wailed and shouted incoherently.

"He said... in case something goes wrong, these receipts will be the evidence!"

"This proves he...he knew absolutely nothing about these things!"

"The proof is that...it was our subordinates who embezzled and cheated him out of his fuel!"

Lu Qingshan's face was expressionless.

Sure enough.

Gao Jianjun, that old fox, had already prepared an escape route for himself.

These false accounts were the scapegoats he was prepared to throw out at any time to take the blame.

Skinny Monkey was the unlucky one who was chosen.

"Where is it really?"

Lu Qingshan's voice was like ice in the dead of winter, devoid of any warmth.

"I don't know... I really don't know!"

The skinny monkey shook his head desperately, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Deputy Director Gao never lets us touch the actual account books!"

"All...all the real numbers, he holds them all in his own hands!"

Lu Qingshan's gaze fell on Qingwei once again.

He didn't speak, he just raised his chin.

The low growl from the blue-tailed creature's throat rose again. It slightly adjusted its angle, its sharp canines aimed at the bit of skin still attached to the skinny monkey's wrist.

The skinny monkey sensed the threat of death.

He could feel that if the dog's teeth sank any further, his hand would be completely ruined.

His survival instinct made him scream like a madman.

"Accountant Sun!"

"It's Accountant Sun from the forest farm!"

This name, like a bolt of lightning, shattered the last vestiges of the skinny monkey's sanity.

"All of Deputy Director Gao's shipping records, and all the money from the timber sales, were processed through Accountant Sun!"

"Accountant Sun has...he has a black notebook!"

"Deputy Director Gao calls it... 'the Yin-Yang Account'!"

"All the real accounts are in that notebook! Please, let me go! I'm telling the truth!"

Lu Qingshan's eyes narrowed.

Accountant Sun.

That unremarkable man in the forest farm, always wearing a greasy black arm sleeve, bowing and scraping to everyone he met, constantly fiddling with his abacus.

It was him.

This is indeed Gao Jianjun's style.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Who would have thought that the core of the entire corruption network would be such a seemingly harmless nobody?

Lu Qingshan loosened his foot from the paper package.

He snorted at Qingwei.

Upon receiving the order, Aoki immediately opened his mouth.

It took a half step back, shook the blood foam from its mouth, but still maintained its attack posture, watching it intently from the side.

The skinny monkey's severed wrist hung limply on the ground, its shape no longer recognizable.

He was panting heavily, as if he had just been pulled out of the water and survived a disaster.

Lu Qingshan didn't look at him again.

He bent down and picked up the pile of fake accounts that had become a mess on the ground.

He glanced again at the skinny monkey, who was limp as a rag doll.

This person is still useful.

Lu Qingshan dragged the heavy crowbar, step by step, back towards the skinny monkey.

The tip of the crowbar left a long mark on the muddy ground.

Upon hearing footsteps, the skinny monkey's heart, which had just settled, jumped into his throat again.

He raised his head, braced himself on the ground with his intact hand, and moved his body backward in terror.

Lu Qingshan stopped in front of him.

Its tall figure completely blocked the light from the lantern, casting a huge shadow.

"Do you want to live?"

Lu Qingshan's voice was very low, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were issuing an invitation from hell.

"Then do as I say."