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In the darkness, the muffled roar of three Jiefang trucks' engines, like three wild beasts bursting into the silent forest, shattered the tranquility of the provincial capital's alleyways.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Lu Qingshan jumped out of the passenger seat.

"Have men guard the alley entrance; don't let a single mouse in."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone of command.

"Understood, boss!"

Without uttering a single wasted word, Scarface Liu, along with several valiant brothers, quickly disappeared into the darkness at the alley entrance.

Lu Qingshan walked alone toward the familiar courtyard gate.

He walked slowly, his cloth shoes making barely a sound on the bluestone slabs.

The entire courtyard was shrouded in inky darkness, with only the windows of the main house letting out a dim, persistent light.

Like a lighthouse on a lonely island in the vast ocean.

Lu Qingshan stopped and looked inside through the crack in the window.

Lin Xiulan was hunched over the table, tidying something up by the light of an old table lamp.

Her shadow was stretched long under the light, making her appear thin yet stubborn.

Lu Qingshan's heart felt as if it were being gripped by a hand.

He gently pushed open the courtyard gate, and the wooden axle made a soft "creak" sound.

The people inside the house were startled by the noise and looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Xiulan's eyes were red, and when she saw him, her eyes, which she had been holding back from crying, instantly filled with moisture.

She stubbornly bit her lip, holding back her tears.

She simply stood up from the chair, letting out a hoarse, dry call.

"You...are back."

These words snapped the string of reason in Lu Qingshan's heart.

He rushed over in three strides and pulled the still slightly trembling body into his arms.

Her body was very cold; you could feel the chill even through her clothes.

Lu Qingshan's gaze fell on the table.

The table was piled high with receipts, each one marked with the words "Return" written in bright red ink.

Next to the receipt was his wife's hand.

Those once nimble and fair hands now had red knuckles, and blisters had formed on the pads of the index and middle fingers from holding a pen and writing for a long time. Some of the blisters had even burst, revealing the tender red flesh underneath.

An indescribable surge of anger and heartache erupted from Lu Qingshan's chest.

He didn't say anything, but tightened his arms and held her even closer, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

Lin Xiulan neither cried nor complained.

She simply nestled quietly in his arms for a while, absorbing the warmth and sense of security that belonged only to him.

Then, she gently pushed him away.

She didn't look at Lu Qingshan's eyes, which were practically spitting fire, but instead turned around, picked up a thick notebook from the table, and handed it to him.

"I...I'm useless, I can't be of much help."

Her voice trembled slightly, yet remained remarkably clear.

"All I can do is write down everything they did, one by one."

Lu Qingshan took the notebook.

Very heavy.

He turned to the first page, his pupils contracting slightly.

This is not a diary entry at all.

This is a "battle report" that is so detailed it's terrifying.

"On September 3rd, at 2 PM, the owner of 'Wang's Grocery Store' in the west of the city called, saying that someone was spreading rumors that we were scammers and that the quality of our goods was problematic. We are breaking our contract and returning 23 gift boxes."

"On September 3rd, at 4 PM, people from 'Heilong Trading' came to our door, offering a price 30% lower than ours, and snatched the order from 'Hongxing Guesthouse'. The person in charge was named Zhao Long, and the license plate number was: Provincial A·17443."

"On September 4th, at 9:00 AM, a truck delivering goods to the 'Provincial Textile Factory' was stopped on the road. The driver, Li Datou, was from Heilong Trading. Under the pretext of inspecting the goods, he delayed for three hours, causing the truck to miss the delivery time."

Page after page.

Lu Qingshan flipped through the pages quickly, but his heart sank little by little.

The notebook contained detailed records of how Heilong Trade spread rumors and how it snatched customers by offering prices below cost.

She recorded which partner broke the contract at what time and under what pretext; she recorded every step of their price-cutting strategy; she even managed to memorize the license plate numbers and names of the thugs responsible for carrying out the orders.

This is something a country woman who has never seen the world could do.

This is clearly an enemy situation analysis report from the front lines, carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood.

He turned to the last page.

It was a rather rudimentary diagram drawn in pencil.

Dozens of arrows, from different directions, all eventually pointed to the same name—"Black Dragon Dog Pit Trade".

Next to her name, Lin Xiulan wrote a conclusion in her delicate handwriting.

"They're not trying to steal business and make money."

"It seems like they just want to drive us out of the provincial capital, or... kill us."

"Their methods are hasty and cost-insensitive."

Lu Qingshan slammed the notebook shut.

Her face still showed signs of fatigue and exhaustion, and her eyes were bloodshot, but deep within those eyes shone a light she had never seen before.

It was a calm and resilient light forged in dire circumstances.

He knew that his Xiulan was no longer the same.

She was no longer the little woman who would only hide behind him and worry about him.

She has grown into a warrior who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him in the eye of the storm.

Lu Qingshan reached out and gently stroked her bloodshot eyes, then carefully cupped her hands, which were raw and chapped.

His movements were very gentle, as if he were touching a rare treasure.

"Xiulan".

He spoke solemnly, his voice deep and powerful.

"You did a great job."

"It's ten thousand times better than I could have imagined."

"Leave the rest to me."

Lin Xiulan's accurate judgment, like a lightning bolt, pierced through the fog in Lu Qingshan's mind.

The other party's suppression, regardless of cost, is not normal business competition at all.

This is a declaration, a declaration of war to the death.

In his mind, memories from his past life rapidly combined and collided with the predicament he was facing.

A plan targeting the enemy's most fatal weakness began to frantically grow and take shape in his mind.

Lu Qingshan raised his head, and the tenderness and heartache in his eyes were replaced by a cold and sharp edge.

It's time to settle accounts.

Lu Qingshan raised his head, his gaze shifting from the hands that were worn raw to the thick notebook.

His finger lightly touched the words that Lin Xiulan had circled with a pencil.

"Regardless of cost."

His voice was deep and unreadable.

"Aren't they losing money by suppressing us like this?"