The air in the provincial capital's detention center was thick with the smell of dampness and rust.

In the meeting room, Wang Peng sat at the table, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface, a barely suppressed fire burning in his eyes.

Half an hour ago, he received a call from Feng Dali of the special task force, who arranged for him to meet with Zhang Jinzhu.

"Bang!" The iron gate was pushed open, and two prison guards escorted Zhang Jinzhu in.

His hands were handcuffed and chains were attached to his ankles, making a rattling sound as he walked.

When Zhang Jinzhu saw Wang Peng, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"It's so hard not having a cigarette, Mr. Wang, could you give me one?"

Wang Peng took out a pack of Black Pagoda Mountain cigarettes and a kerosene lighter, and placed them in front of him.

"Thank you, boss." Zhang Jinzhu sat down lazily, lit a cigarette, and tilted his head back to exhale smoke.

"Twelve yuan cigarettes, it's good to be rich," Zhang Jinzhu said casually. "You're here to laugh at me?"

"Old Zhang, during the time you were on the run, the price of Black Tower Mountain liquor had risen to fifteen yuan."

Wang Peng said, "Rice has gone up by two cents, everything is going up in price."

"Boss Wang, you want to talk to me about prices?" Zhang Jinzhu sneered.

Wang Peng shook his head. "That morning, you caused trouble in my shop, and in the afternoon you set my shop on fire. What was your purpose?"

Zhang Jinzhu turned his head to the side and said, "I don't like the look of you, so I'll burn it down for fun. Your lousy shop is good to burn down, it'll save it from taking up space."

Wang Peng shook his head. "I came here on a mission. The police want to know who instructed you, and I want to know too."

"Hmph!" Zhang Jinzhu sneered, "No one is ordering me around. I'm doing this because I want to. So what? If you have the guts, kill me. I never planned to leave here alive."

As he spoke, he lit another cigarette. "Even the police can't get anything out of me, so who do you think you are?"

Wang Peng chuckled, "Goodness, smoking my cigarettes while cursing my people, you're really something."

He lit one for himself, took a puff, but couldn't stand the smell, so he casually threw it into the ashtray.

“Old Zhang, my men have investigated you. I know Zhou Shun did you a favor.”

“Your son is a teacher, and his salary is less than 400 yuan. Your daughter-in-law stays at home to take care of the children. Five days ago, they actually bought a motorcycle worth more than 5,000 yuan.”

“Zhou Shun and I have a grudge. The police suspect he’s the mastermind, and so do I. So, how much money did he give you?”

After finishing his sentence in one breath, Wang Peng looked at him with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Jinzhu sneered. "You can leave now. I don't plan to leave here alive."

Wang Peng smiled slightly, "Since you can't understand human language, I'll say something inhuman to you."

He walked up to Zhou Shun and looked down at him.

"Old Zhang, cigarettes are more expensive, rice is more expensive, everything is going up in price, but the money you leave for your children and grandchildren won't go up in price."

"It will not only not appreciate, but it will gradually depreciate. Tens of thousands can buy a house now, but in twenty years, tens of thousands can only buy a toilet, or even nothing at all."

"If you think that tens of thousands of dollars now can feed your descendants for a lifetime, you are sorely mistaken."

After Wang Peng finished speaking, he stared straight at his face.

Zhang Jinzhu raised his head, his eyes full of disdain, "What's it to you? Children and grandchildren have their own lives, I can't control that."

Wang Peng lowered his head, getting close to his face, "I'm not a pushover, nor am I a law-abiding citizen. You can't become rich by obeying the law."

“I will get rid of your son’s job and have someone seduce your daughter-in-law until she divorces your son.”

"By then, how will your son work and support his family while taking care of his grandson who is less than a year old?"

"Old Zhang, I can make your son wish he were dead, I have the power to do that."

At this point, Wang Peng quickly looked up and took two steps back; Zhang Jinzhu had just tried to bite his ear.

Zhang Jinzhu broke down, suddenly stood up, and tried to fight back while dragging his handcuffs and shackles.

Two police officers rushed in, forcefully restrained him, and shoved him into a chair.

"Wang Peng, if you have any tricks up your sleeve, come at me. I'll take responsibility for my actions."

He yelled and struggled violently, like a mad dog ready to bite at any moment.

Wang Peng touched his ear. "Goodness, instead of learning Tyson's skills, you're learning Tyson's ear-biting trick?"

Zhang Jinzhu was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck bulged. "They should take responsibility for their own actions. They have nothing to do with this. You can't make things difficult for them!"

"Haha." Wang Peng laughed. "I try to reason with you, and you act tough. I act tough, and then you try to reason with me?"

"Bang!" The iron gate opened again, and Li Keyong walked in. "Xiao Peng, it's time. Let's go."

Wang Peng glanced at Zhang Jinzhu, then turned and walked towards the iron gate.

"I beg you!" Zhang Jinzhu shouted, "Wang Peng, you can't bully them, I beg you, I beg you."

Wang Peng gave him a friendly gesture and strode out of the iron gate.

The moment the door closed, Zhang Jinzhu slumped into his chair, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

During his time in the detention center, Wang Peng found the smell unpleasant and the atmosphere extremely oppressive.

Upon arriving outside the detention center, he took a deep breath of fresh air and pulled out his phone to call Li Mingzhu.

"Wife, I just got out of the detention center and saw Zhang Jinzhu."

Wang Peng's voice was low and tinged with disdain.

"How is it? Have you managed to persuade him?" Li Mingzhu asked urgently, with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“I suspect Zhou Shun is involved, but I haven’t had a chance to mention Ma Ronghua,” Wang Peng said with a light laugh.

“Ma Ronghua should be included; we’ve taken all of Ronghua Supermarket’s business,” Li Mingzhu said.

Wang Peng nodded. Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents; Ma Ronghua is not immune to blame.

“Husband, come back. Take Hu Qing back to our hometown and get her money back,” Li Mingzhu said.

When Wang Peng saw Feng Dali walking this way, he said, "Uncle Feng is here. I'll hang up the phone first."

Feng Dali walked over and put his arm around his shoulder. "Don't let the harm affect his family. You won't retaliate against his family, will you?"

Wang Peng sneered, "The premise of 'not incurring the wrath of one's family' is that the family doesn't benefit from it. His family is living a life of luxury with the money they earned from arson, so of course I have to retaliate..."

"Damn it!" Feng Dali cursed. "Xiao Peng, you can't do anything reckless."

"Just kidding, haha." Wang Peng chuckled. "Uncle, don't you know me?"

“I know you quite well, and the more I know you, the more scared I get,” Feng Dali said. “Let’s go, drive me to the station.”

Wang Peng drove Feng Dali back to the branch office, then drove to find Hu Qing and took her to her hometown.

After driving for more than 60 miles, we arrived at a rural village.

Hu Qing pointed to the dilapidated iron gate, "Pengdi, this is my maternal grandmother's house."

She opened the door to find the courtyard dilapidated and overgrown with weeds.

Wang Peng was somewhat surprised, "Sister Qing, is there really 500,000 here?"

Hu Qing wielded her sickle, cutting down weeds taller than a person, and arrived at the well.

“Brother Peng, my safe is right here, go ahead and dig it up.”