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President's office.

Mayumoto looked dejected as he sat in the executive chair.

For the past few days, he has been in a bad mood.

The stolen "brand-name" goods, including principal and interest, amounted to nearly 30 million. Add to that the six tractor-trailer containers, each worth over 300,000. Three times six equals eighteen, which brings the total to almost two million.

This huge loss is enough to cover three treatments for his terminal illness. He could have easily spent the winter in peace and comfort. But now, he's struggling to scrape together the money for his second treatment, completely overwhelmed.

Thinking about those stolen "designer" items, Mayumoto Ichiro was so angry he wanted to kill someone.

If he were to find those who robbed people on the road, he really would bury them all alive. But the question is, could he even find them?

Just as he pressed the speakerphone button on the phone in front of him, intending to have his secretary bring Mayumoto Er over...

The office door was pushed open. Just as I thought of Cao Cao, he appeared.

Mayumoto's fat, ball-like body trembled and swayed in front of him.

Seeing his chubby appearance, Mayumoto's already furrowed brows deepened. He had told his younger brother to lose weight more than once. But this guy gained weight even from drinking water. He was completely helpless.

"Boss, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" Mayu Benji winked at his older brother. Unfortunately, his fleshy face was so bloated with fat that no matter what expression he made, it looked almost the same. Every movement caused his fat to tremble, and all he did was tremble, especially when he smiled.

"Get to the point. Can't you see I'm annoyed? Stop acting all mysterious and spooky. I'll slap you." Mayumoto cursed irritably.

"Brother," Mayu Ben'er said, a hint of grievance on his face, "You shouldn't pretend to be my father like this. You know, my father is your father, and my mother is your mother. You're pretending to be my father, and then you...

"Stop, stop." Mayumoto felt a chill run down his spine and waved his hand, saying, "Tell me the good news first."

"The good news is that there's been some progress on what you asked me to investigate."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Mayuben jumped up from his executive chair and hurriedly asked, "Who is it? Who is it? Damn it, I'll skin him alive! How dare they steal the money that saved my life!"

"Brother, don't be in such a hurry. What you asked about is exactly the bad news I'm about to tell you," Mayumoto said slowly and deliberately.

"Well?"

"I'm not entirely sure who stole your goods. But I do know that those goods are now all on the shelves and for sale in major clothing stores outside the Great Wall. And these goods all come from a merchant outside the Great Wall named Zhong Haopeng. However, he also has another nickname, Long Hair. And he also has another identity, one of the eight branch bosses of the Huilong Society."

"The Kairyu Society?" Mayumoto frowned, his nose and mouth furrowing.

"Don't tell me you don't know it," Mayumoto asked.

"I know, the number one gang outside the Great Wall. But we've never had any dealings with them. Why would Zhong Haopeng steal my goods out of the blue?" Ma Youben asked, puzzled.

"I've summarized it, and there are three points in total." Mayumoto held up three fingers. Although they were spread wide apart, the gaps between the fingers were still not visible.

"Which three points?"

"First, I'm envious. Second, I'm still envious. Third, I'm still envious."

"Damn." Mayumoto held up one finger to him, the middle one.

"Brother, don't disbelieve me. Your business is incredibly profitable. I'm envious, let alone the Huilong Society. If I weren't your brother, I would have robbed you too." Mayumoto said earnestly.

"Damn it, haven't you stolen enough from me?" Mayumoto said angrily.

"Uh, bro, that's not how it works. When did I rob you? You gave it to me willingly, okay?" Mayumoto said, quickly changing the subject before his older brother could explode. "Besides, I also found out the whereabouts of those six trucks by following this lead."

"Where?" Mayumoto asked urgently.

"It was also outside the pass, in a huge repair shop. I hadn't originally thought it would be in a repair shop; I was just focusing my investigation on parking lots. But because of Zhong Haopeng, I tried my luck and sent people to investigate parking lots and repair shops belonging to the Huilong Society. I didn't expect to actually find them. They're very cunning; they hid all these cars under a tarpaulin in the backyard. I guess they're planning to take them out and repaint and modify the engines when things calm down."

"Is this repair shop also part of the Kairyu Society?" Mayumoto asked again.

"Yes. The person in charge is Li Tongzhuang, who is also one of the eight branch bosses of the Huilong Society," Mayu Benji replied.

"So, this was done by the Huilong Society?"

"Besides this, is there any other possibility? I don't believe anyone else would have the guts to do this. And from what I know, the Huilong Society especially likes to double-cross people. No matter what kind of business it is, as long as it passes through their sight, they will inevitably skin you alive. Obviously, they discovered your business, and you didn't give them any benefits, not even the most basic toll, so they're going to teach you a lesson."

"Damn it, they skinned me alive, and I'll skin them alive too!" Mayumoto said bitterly.

"So, brother, what have you decided to do? Negotiate or fight?" Mayumoto paused, then continued, "The Huilong Society is known as the largest gang outside the pass, and its strength is comparable to the Yihe Gang inside the pass. They are not to be trifled with."

"Damn it, they're not pushovers, are we supposed to be vegetarians? I don't care about the Huilong Society or the Yihe Gang, if they dare to steal my life-saving money, they're asking for death." Mayu Ben slammed his fist on the desk. But after calming down a bit, he asked Mayu Ben Er, "Do you have the Huilong Society's phone number?"

Upon hearing this, Mayumoto couldn't help but chuckle: "Brother, I knew you'd ask that. Here, this is the office phone number I found out for their top executive."

Mayumoto took the phone number and asked before dialing, "What's the name of their manager?"

"Hong Shu, nicknamed Lao Yi. People usually call him Brother Yi."

"Trash is trash. Why use a nickname when you have a proper name?" Mayumoto cursed before dialing a number. He was momentarily stunned when he heard a woman's voice on the other end. Then it dawned on him—he could use beautiful women as secretaries, and so could anyone else.

"Hello. Could you please help me find Hong Shu?" Mayu Benyi had been cramming for Chinese lately, but his pronunciation was still quite broken.

Who are you?

"I am Ma Yuben, whom I remember very well."

"Qiang Ji? Do you have an appointment?"

"No. I'm his good friend, and I need to speak to him urgently. Could you please pass on the message?"

"Okay, please wait a moment." This secretary was clearly easier to talk to.

A moment later, the secretary replied, but her tone was icy: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hong is unavailable right now. *beep beep beep*"

"Hello, hello," Mayu called out. But the other end had already hung up, so she reluctantly put down the phone. But a phrase popped into her mind: a guilty conscience needs no accuser.

"Brother, how is it?" Mayumoto asked.

Mayumoto's face darkened, and he said coldly and cruelly, "Kill. Kill them all, leave no one alive."

"I'm good at killing people," Mayu Benji nodded, but a troubled expression appeared on his face. "However, brother, you know that my 'Secret Gate' never does business without risk. Otherwise, the rules would be broken. There's an old Chinese saying, 'Even with the keen eyesight of Li Lou and the skill of Gongshu Ban, without rules, nothing can be accomplished.' This..."

"Damn it, why are you talking so much nonsense? I can tell whether you're going to poop or pee the moment you raise your tail. I'm giving you one percent of my shares in the family; the agreement will be drafted in a bit."

"Alright, alright. Brother, you're truly my brother. You're so understanding. I'll get on with it right away." Mayumoto's attitude immediately underwent a complete 180-degree change, and he scurried out. But not to kill anyone, but to draft an agreement…