Because of Linghu Lan's meddling.

The entire Qingzhou underworld has been reshuffled.

Bai Mofeng is no longer the only dominant player.

New forces are constantly rising to challenge him.

The most eye-catching of them all is Hong San.

Hong San at this moment.

He frowned slightly as he stared at a letter that had inexplicably appeared on the table.

Last time.

An envelope also appeared on his desk.

Inside was an anonymous whistleblower letter.

A tender document.

There's also a line that's totally cringeworthy: Do as I say, and you'll get meat to eat!

Perhaps those scandals were too explosive.

Hong San had an idea.

Gangs are the biggest speculators.

Hong San was ambitious and unwilling to give up any opportunity to make money.

Moreover, this is an opportunity to eliminate Bai Mofeng and rise again.

He caught it.

As expected, Bai Mofeng's backer fell.

He actually won the bid.

This became a joke in the gangster world: they won the project not through violence, but through a legitimate bidding process.

That's fucking legendary.

Hong San rose to power.

He tasted the benefits of speculation.

But every speculator is cunning and shrewd.

He became even more wary of the person behind that letter.

They can quietly deliver things to their desks.

There are spies in his gang.

He put in a lot of effort to investigate and beat up and kicked out several suspicious people.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but rather that at this critical juncture in the police's crackdown on organized crime, it was inappropriate to kill.

He thought everything was fine.

Unexpectedly, another letter appeared on the table.

He suddenly became agitated.

This means that the people he crippled and drove away last time were all his brothers, and the real 'spies' are still around.

He angrily opened the envelope.

The letter contained only one sentence: A new crackdown on prostitution and organized crime is about to begin; add some spice to Bai Mofeng's territory.

Adding ingredients?

Hong San understood what it meant immediately.

Bring in some heroin; if they get caught during a crackdown on organized crime, that's all that's needed.

Bai Mofeng is finished.

Bai Mofeng is very cautious now, and his innocence is so obvious that it's difficult for them to find any fault with him.

Hong San looked at the letter.

I was stunned for a long time.

I've decided to go for it anyway.

After pulling off this job and killing Bai Mofeng, he will become the Godfather of Qingzhou!

They ran rampant in Qingzhou.

No one can match him.

He beckoned, and one of his underlings came in.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette. He said, "Bring those new, unfamiliar guys over here. I have work for them."

...

Listening to Frogs Office Building.

Linghu Lan was frowning as she intently examined a map of the Qingzhou underworld.

Then combine this with the information you have at hand.

After confirming that everything is correct.

I sent a package.

Recipient: Qingzhou Police Station.

Sender: Successor of Socialism.

When it comes to cracking down on prostitution and organized crime, of course, it should be left to the police.

Hello!

Is this 110?

There are several gang strongholds here; please go and raid them.

The secret code: Good luck and prosperity, let's eat chicken tonight.

After finishing all of this.

Linghu Lan subconsciously wanted to pet the cat.

wipe!

Is the orange cat not here?

She walked out of the office.

Then I saw the orange cat limping along its front legs, begging for food from one girl to another.

The office girl looked at you with heartache: "You've actually fallen so low as to beg for food, and you're even lame. The CEO must have been abusing you."

Orange Cat: These words are exactly what I wanted to hear.

The girls all looked at Linghu Lan with expressions that said he was a heartless man.

This left Linghu Lan speechless.

She couldn't help but rub her forehead.

That scumbag cat, he actually framed someone.

She yelled, "Pudding!"

The orange cat was so frightened that its paws fell down.

He sensed Linghu Lan's murderous intent.

It then raised its paw to indicate that it was lame.

Linghu Lan is about to have a split personality.

It has been said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, beings are not allowed to become spirits.

You scumbag cat, if you're going to act, you should at least go all the way.

The left paw was lame just now, so why is the right paw raised now?

Orange cat: What? You think raising a paw is enough? No treats, and you expect me to put on an act? Thumbs down!