You were put undercover, and you've risen to become the boss.

The proprietress quickly responded with a smile.

"Don't worry, boss. You've already booked Yan Yan, so she definitely won't be with anyone else."

Hearing this, Chen Hui showed a satisfied expression and left with Peng Ying.

"Brother Hui, you've really taken a liking to this girl?"

"What's wrong?"

Peng Ying shook her head and said in a serious tone.

"Of course, no problem. But to be honest, this woman is really great. She's shy and demure, with delicate features and a perfect figure. She's absolutely top-notch, especially her temperament, which is on a completely different level from other women."

"If she weren't here, no one would believe she was a woman from a brothel. People would believe she was a star. Brother Hui, you have a good eye."

Seeing his radiant appearance, Chen Hui frowned slightly as he looked at him.

"Old Peng, you don't have any ulterior motives, do you?"

Peng Ying was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied.

"Of course not, she's my sister-in-law, how could I possibly have designs on her!"

Chen Hui chuckled.

"That's good!"

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The following evening.

Inside an inconspicuous SUV in Yangcheng, Zuo Min sat in the back seat, with a middle-aged man sitting next to him. The man seemed very cautious around Zuo Min.

"I've already investigated what you asked me to do. There's no one named Chen Hui in our Yangcheng Police Station."

Zuo Min's deep eyes flashed with a sharp light as she glanced at him sideways.

Are you sure?

The man said with a confident expression.

"Of course I'm sure. At twenty years old, he's just a recent police academy graduate and intern. How could he possibly be on an undercover mission? I've looked through the files of all the interns in Yangcheng this year, and there's no such person here."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Min nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, there's no result from the provincial department either. It's indeed unlikely that the trainee officer was an undercover agent. So, how's his case going?"

The man frowned.

"He used to work with Erpang. From the confessions of those arrested before, we can only prove that he participated in some fights. As for drug trafficking, there is no direct evidence to prove it. However, we cannot withdraw his arrest warrant for the time being. I can only suppress his arrest warrant and make him less high-profile. It should be fine."

Zuo Min nodded, then a cold glint flashed in her deep eyes.

"How's the preparation going, Captain Wang?"

Upon hearing this, the man tensed up and looked at him with apprehension.

"Zuo Min, don't do anything reckless!"

Zuo Min narrowed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, exuding a chilling aura as she coldly spoke.

"In this transaction, I lost my goods, my money, and my people. You're telling me not to do anything reckless?"

"But this operation was initiated by the Tongcheng police, who notified the provincial department. It has little to do with Yangcheng."

Zuo Min looked at him.

"But he's the leader this time. The Butcher's men were basically arrested by your Yangcheng police. Everyone knows the Butcher is one of my men, Zuo Min. He arrested so many people, I have to teach him a lesson."

"Besides, Captain Wang, I heard that you've always been interested in his position as deputy director. If something happens to him, that position will definitely be yours."

Upon hearing this, a strange look flashed in the man's eyes, and he then frowned.

"Zuo Min, what exactly are you trying to do? Let me tell you, the provincial authorities are keeping a close eye on Yangcheng. If anything goes wrong, everyone involved will be thoroughly investigated!"

Zuo Min's lips curved into a smile, her face dark and gloomy.

"Just focus on doing your job well. The rest is none of your business, and it won't be traced back to you!"

The man hesitated for a moment after looking into Zuo Min's eyes.

"Old Tang will be at our brigade's victory celebration banquet tonight at Yangcheng Hotel. His home address is Fengyang Community, Building 3, Unit 1, Room 802."

Zuo Min squinted and nodded slightly.

"Get off at the next intersection!"

The driver was Aung San. After driving to the outskirts of the city, he chose a spot without surveillance cameras and stopped. The man quickly got out of the car.

"Aung San, you heard what I just said, didn't you?"

"I heard you."

"Remember, keep it clean!"

"Understood, Master Zuo!"

It was past 11 p.m.

At the entrance of Yangcheng Hotel, two men came out of the hotel.

"Old Tang, are you alright?"

Old Tang looked at the man and rolled his eyes.

"I was just drinking a beverage, what's the problem? My old problem has flared up again, I can't drink alcohol. I'll join you guys for a proper drink later. Old Wang, you can go in now, I'm leaving!"

"Okay, then Old Tang, take it easy!"

Old Tang waved, opened the car door, got in, and then drove away.

Suddenly, he noticed a motorcycle following him as he left the restaurant.

Years of experience immediately put him on guard. He carefully observed the person behind him through the rearview mirror, but the cyclist was wearing a helmet and racing suit, so he couldn't see anything at all.

Just then, a large truck sped by from the side.

Old Tang's attention was drawn to a motorcycle behind him, and he didn't notice the large truck on his side at all. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.

His pupils dilated rapidly, filled with terror, and he instinctively jerked the steering wheel, trying to avoid the large truck.

"Waaah..."

The car made a screeching sound, braked suddenly, and came to a stop across the road, nearly overturning.

"Bang!"

Even so, he still couldn't avoid the truck. With a loud crash, the two vehicles collided, and his car was thrown more than two meters away, its body severely deformed.

The truck driver got out of the truck and, upon seeing the situation, turned around and ran away in terror.

Old Tang felt dizzy and had multiple wounds all over his body. He struggled to push open the car door and climb out of the car.

"Bang! Bang!"

He had barely shown his body when two bloody holes appeared in his chest and head, and he lay down, speechless.

The motorcyclist holstered his silenced pistol and quickly left the scene.

Half an hour later, the motorcyclist appeared on a deserted dead-end road. The rider took off his helmet, revealing himself to be Aung San. He took out his phone and made a call.

"The matter has been resolved."

"Are you sure there are no problems?"

"There's absolutely no way he could have survived!"

"Where are his family members?"

"I've already arranged for people to handle this simultaneously, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Very good, the clues have been cleaned up."

"clear!"

After hanging up the phone, Aung San poured gasoline out of his motorcycle, covering the entire vehicle. He threw his helmet, clothes, and shoes all onto the motorcycle.

He took out the clothes he had prepared in advance from the haystack next to him and changed into them.

After doing all this, he lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, a strange smile appeared on his lips, and flicked the cigarette butt toward the motorcycle.

"boom!"

The motorcycle burst into flames instantly, turning into a giant fireball in the blink of an eye. Aung San turned and left with a flourish.