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

"Who's shouting here?"

Ah Kun arrived with a group of his underlings, and everyone made way for him, displaying his boss-like demeanor.

"Master Kun!"

The gentleman quickly stepped forward to offer his services:

"Brother Kun, it's me, Ah Hai. We used to have dinner together."

Ah Kun was once just a henchman of Zhang San Kui, with only about twenty men under his command. Now, he has transformed into the boss of New Century Bar.

What does that mean?

It's like a saury that's used to catching small fish and shrimp suddenly turning into a crocodile. It's like a prodigy who can undergo a complete transformation and rise to the top in one step!

"Ah Hai? Oh, it's you. You were looking for me?"

Ah Kun didn't even glance at this glib-tongued fellow, feeling only annoyed, and planned to get rid of him after having a drink with him.

"How could I dare trouble Master Kun? It's this fool who dared to try and steal my woman, and even threatened to call on Master Kun to deal with me. Isn't that ridiculous?"

As Ahai spoke, he pointed to Chen Li, who was sitting and pouring wine.

Chen Li didn't bother to look up, clinked glasses with Song Qingtong, and ignored everyone around him.

Ah Kun then recognized the boss and was taken aback. He turned to Ah Hai in disbelief and asked:

"ridiculous?"

Ahai nodded in surprise.

Ah Kun waved to the waiter carrying a tray, then casually took the unopened beer from the tray and smashed it over Ah Hai's head, one bottle after another.

Bang bang bang!

Ah Hai was stunned by the blow, his head bleeding profusely.

The onlookers were stunned, frozen in place as if a pause button had been pressed.

Ah Kun grabbed Ah Hai's hair and introduced earnestly:

"Look closely, this is Mr. Chen, the owner of New Century Bar. The reason you're still alive isn't because you're lucky, but because Mr. Chen is kind, understand?"

The onlookers were astonished.

Goodness gracious.

Ah Hai kicked a steel plate—the owner of the New Century Bar. It's like an old man eating poison; he's tired of living!

"I understand! I understand!"

Ah Hai was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he stammered:

"Mr. Chen, I was blind and offended you. Please forgive my rudeness and let it go."

Chen Li waved his hand outwards, as if shooing away flies, telling Ah Kun to chase away the noisy people and stop bothering him.

Ah Kun bowed to Chen Li, waved his hand, and everyone left, leaving a vacuum zone so as not to disturb Mr. Chen's pursuit of women.

Under the lights and with her makeup and makeup on, no one could recognize the eldest daughter of the Song family in Yuncheng.

Song Qingtong covered her mouth, unable to suppress a laugh, and said:

"It's like a scene from a movie. I was lucky enough to be the female lead. No wonder so many people like to be gangsters. They have style and their emotional value is very good."

Chen Li had already taken this kind of life for granted, shaking his head and laughing:

"Let's get down to business. What do you want from me?"

Song Qingtong's eyes flickered. Thinking about the significant risks involved in discussing what she was about to discuss with him, and fearing he might refuse, she needed to prepare him mentally. She spoke in a seductive tone:

"You currently own a restaurant and a bar, so you can be considered wealthy, but you're not quite among the upper echelons of society."

"Moreover, you have a fatal conflict with the Black Tiger branch of the Juxian Chamber of Commerce, and you are in danger of being destroyed at any time."

She braced herself on the table with both hands, leaned forward slightly, her low-cut dress revealing a glimpse of her snow-white breasts, and said softly:

"Do you want to climb to the top and escape this deadly crisis?"

Chen Li held the wine glass to his lips, staring at her large, tightly closed eyes, both shocked and astonished:

"How do you squeeze it?"

Seeing that he was interested, Wan'er smiled and replied:

"Do me a favor, but it's a bit dangerous. I don't know if you dare."

How could Chen Li not see through such a childish attempt at provocation? He replied:

"Tell me about the risks you're taking, and see if they're proportional to the potential rewards. If it's worth the risk, then there's no problem."

Song Qingtong then moved closer to him and whispered her explanation:

"According to my information, Vulture will fly back to Yuncheng from the Golden Triangle tomorrow afternoon. You killed Lei Zhen, Zhang Jin, and Viper, so it's obvious they're after you."

"Moreover, this time he brought back Tusa, the number two figure in the Golden Triangle. He is in charge of the illicit trade in East Asia. He came to Yuncheng this time to secretly discuss cooperation with Tiger of the Juxian Chamber of Commerce, in an attempt to expand into a larger market."

"Several underworld leaders will be participating in the secret talks. We have already apprehended one of them, and we need you to disguise yourself as his bodyguard and go with him as an inside agent."

Chen Li stopped her and asked:

"Since you know so much, why not just arrest them when they meet in secret? Why send me into the wolf's den?"

You have to understand, these ruthless江湖 (jianghu) figures are not fools, and their bodyguards are not useless. Once discovered, a tough battle is inevitable.

Song Qingtong explained:

There are two main reasons why you should go.

"First, there might be a mole within the organization. The undercover agents we sent to Southeast Asia have been taken into custody. We need to capture Tusa alive and force them to hand over our colleagues."

"Secondly, you are not one of our people, but my direct informant. It's top secret, and no one will find out."

"As long as you cooperate with us to capture Tusha alive, Tiger Lord won't be able to deny it even if he has a hundred mouths. This is your only chance to kill him completely."

"Once you miss this opportunity, you'll find it very difficult to challenge the Juxian Chamber of Commerce."

Grandmaster-level experts are indeed very strong, but an individual is still too insignificant in the face of a massive underground force; two hands cannot defeat a hundred or a thousand hands.

He not only needs to heal his injuries and raise his cultivation level to the Grandmaster realm, but also needs to build his own massive power; otherwise, he will have no right to speak to the mysterious and powerful Ye family.

Do you want them to hand over their invitation to challenge you?

It also depends on whether you have enough energy.

After thinking it over, Chen Li nodded and said:

"This is a matter of ridding the people of a scourge. Alright, I'll go. When will we take action?"

Song Qingtong breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her wine glass, and said:

"Tusa will arrive in Yuncheng tomorrow afternoon. He is an extremely cautious person and will not stay for long. To ensure everything goes smoothly, we should start preparations tonight."

Chen Li finished his drink:

"OK."

The two left under the watchful eyes of the crowd, who sighed with envy, thinking they were off to a hotel for some passionate encounters.

We left the bar.

Chen Li followed Song Qingtong and got into a black SUV with a rugged design.

"Aren't you afraid of being caught for drunk driving after drinking?"

Chen Li leaned back against the soft seat and fastened his seatbelt.

"I only took a sip, so the alcohol level wouldn't be detectable. Besides, they'll let me through once they see my ID; that's a privilege unique to the Special Operations Unit."

Song Qingtong spoke with great confidence.

We chatted all the way to the outskirts of the city, and the car drove directly into an inconspicuous gate.

This appears to be an office of a relevant department.

It looks unremarkable from the outside, but it is heavily guarded inside, with high walls and barbed wire fences. To pass through a series of heavily guarded iron gates, you have to have your documents checked at every level.

"Where is this?"

Chen Li asked out of curiosity.

"The special operations team's independent office, which houses interrogation rooms, cells, and some important prisoners."

She got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and walked inside, saying:

"I brought you here to register your identity information, sign a confidentiality agreement, and get to know the underground criminal you're going to meet in secret."

After verifying his identity through multiple layers, Song Qingtong led him to an office, or more accurately, a large living room in a home, exuding an air of authority and grandeur.

Needless to say, only high-ranking leaders can enjoy this.

On a single sofa sat an elderly man with gray hair, reading a newspaper, exuding a dignified and authoritative aura.