Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

Chapter 123

The next morning, just as dawn broke, there was a knock on the gate of Bihu Longting.

Xiaoyu opened the door and came back saying that a young man in a gray short-sleeved shirt had delivered a letter. He stood at the door without coming in and said he was from the White Dragon Hall.

Chen Li was eating breakfast when he took the envelope, opened it, and found a letter inside with neat and tidy handwriting.

"To Mr. Chen: We at Bailong Hall are aware of the recent changes in the affairs of our former president and are willing to accept the new arrangements. The current head of the hall, Mr. Hu, is currently unable to travel but will visit you in three days to explain the details of the handover in person."

Chen Li finished reading the letter, his gaze lingered on the words "three days later" for a moment, then put the letter on the table and continued eating.

At 10 a.m., Ye Qinglian called.

Her voice was hoarse from not having slept all night:

"Lu Changgeng's assets have been sorted out, and the funds are 30% more than he publicly reported."

"But there's one thing: Bailongtang transported two truckloads of goods away last night, heading south of the city."

"My men followed for a while, then lost track of them."

Chen Li leaned back in his chair in the tea room and tapped the table with his fingertips.

Bai Longtang's letter was written in a submissive and humble manner, but at the same time the letter was delivered, their vehicles were already transporting goods out.

Sending the message is a smokescreen; the real purpose is to delay.

"What's the background of Hu, the leader of the White Dragon Hall?" Chen Li asked.

Ye Qinglian said:

"Hu Qing'an was promoted by Lu Changgeng and served as the head of the White Dragon Hall for eleven years."

"This man appears amiable on the surface and never argues with anyone; he's known in the underworld as 'Smiling Beard'."

"But he did all the dirtiest work for Lu Changgeng. No matter how polite he was on the surface, it didn't change the fact that he had done the dirty work for Lu Changgeng for more than ten years."

"If he really gave in, he wouldn't have been moving things out overnight."

Chen Li sat up straight:

"Have someone keep an eye on the south side of the city. The goods he transported out should still be on the way or hidden somewhere."

"Also, write down all the entrances and exits around the White Dragon Hall. I'll go there tonight."

Ye Qinglian paused for a moment:

"Are you going straight to the White Dragon Hall?"

Chen Li replied:

"He wrote a letter saying he would come in three days, but I couldn't wait three days. Since he was moving things, he was either preparing to flee or fight a tough battle."

That afternoon, Ah Kun also sent a message.

His men spent the entire day watching the White Dragon Hall and discovered that the number of people coming and going inside the hall was more than half less than usual, and the residences of several core members were already empty.

The iron gate surrounding Bailong Hall was locked during the day, and all the roller shutters were pulled down, making it appear as if the business was closed for renovations. However, every two hours, a van would leave through the back door, heading north of the city instead of south.

"The south side of the city is the main road, while the north side is the hidden road," Chen Li said after listening to A-Kun's report. "He used the two truckloads of goods in the south of the city to attract attention, while the real manpower and supplies were withdrawn from the north side of the city."

At six o'clock in the evening, the sky began to darken.

Chen Li changed into dark clothes, tucked the short blade behind his waist, and drove towards the north of the city.

Ah Kun sent a location: Bai Long Tang has an abandoned printing factory in the north of the city. It's not used normally, but vehicles started coming and going this afternoon.

Chen Li parked his car in an alley outside the factory, turned off the engine, and walked around to the back wall of the factory.

A new lock hangs on the iron gate on the back wall; the lock cylinder is shiny and was just replaced today.

Chen Li took out a silver needle from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and flicked it twice. The sound of the lock spring opening was almost inaudible in the evening breeze.

He pushed open the iron gate and slipped inside.

The factory was empty, with several rusted printing machines and stacks of waste paper piled up inside.

A van was parked at the far end against the wall, its door open, and people were carrying cardboard boxes inside.

Chen Li moved forward a dozen steps, following the shadow of the machine, and stopped in the corner.

A man, around fifty years old, with a round face and broad shoulders, was standing next to the carriage. He was wearing a navy blue jacket, his hands in his pockets, and he was talking to his subordinate.

His tone was calm and composed, his volume was well-controlled, and he seemed as approachable as a friendly neighborhood uncle.

Hu Qing'an, head of the White Dragon Hall.

One of his men pulled a document from the truck cab and handed it to Hu Qing'an, whispering:

"Master, the account books and lists are all packed. The old chairman's things total seven boxes. It will take about half an hour to load them onto the truck."

Hu Qingan took the document, flipped through a couple of pages, glanced up at the direction of the factory gate, and said:

"Will a three-day grace period be enough?"

The subordinate replied:

"That's enough. A three-day buffer period will keep Chen Li's attention. By the time he focuses his energy on taking over the old chairman's business, we will have already settled down in another city."

Hu Qing'an tucked the folder under his arm and patted his subordinate on the shoulder:

"We'll talk about it after we get out."

Chen Li walked out from behind the printing press, his footsteps echoing clearly in the empty factory.

When Hu Qing'an looked up and saw him, his expression didn't change, but the fingers holding the document tightened slightly, and he pressed the document under his arm.

"Hall Master Hu."

Chen Li stopped five steps away from him:

"You wrote that you would visit me in three days, but it turns out you were preparing to evacuate from the north of the city in these three days."

Hu Qing'an looked at him, a smile spreading across his face, a smile that was perfectly curved, his eyebrows curving upwards as he looked at him politely:

"Mr. Chen, you misunderstand. These are the former chairman's personal belongings. I was thinking of keeping them safe for him to prevent them from falling into the hands of outsiders during the handover and causing trouble."

Chen Li glanced at the van and the cardboard boxes piled up next to it:

"Seven boxes of old things, even though they were heavy when Master Hu moved."

Hu Qing'an's smile remained unchanged, but the two men behind him began to move to the sides, forming a loose arc that surrounded Chen Li.

One of them had his hand on the inside of his coat, seemingly touching something hard hidden inside the clothing.

Hu Qing'an did not stop them, but simply stared at Chen Li's face.

Chen Li noticed his subordinate's movements but didn't turn around. He looked at Hu Qing'an and said:

"You're not leaving today."

Hu Qing'an's lips twitched slightly. He slowly lowered the folder from under his arm, picked it up, patted the paper, and said:

"Xiao Chen, the old chairman is gone, I don't intend to confront you head-on."

"You can take the old chairman's property and territory, I won't stop you, but I have to take these things with me, otherwise I won't even have a place to live in the future."

Chen Li reached behind his waist and drew his short blade, but without fully unsheathing it, he held it horizontally in his hand, took a step forward, and spoke with an unquestionable tone:

"You can leave, but you have to leave these seven boxes behind."

The politeness on Hu Qing'an's face finally cracked, and the curve of his lips narrowed into a flat line.

He glanced at his men on either side, and the two men moved at the same time, pulling out short sticks from their coat pockets and striking Chen Li's wrists. The one on the right lunged toward the truck's cab as if to grab something.

Hu Qing'an himself didn't move, but his lips were pursed tightly.

Chen Li sidestepped the first blow of the short stick, the stick grazing his forearm and creating a gust of air.

With a flick of his wrist, two silver needles flew out, instantly piercing the foreheads of both men, who collapsed to the ground.

Hu Qingan took two steps back, looked at Chen Li, and squeezed out a sentence:

"What...what do you want?"