Chapter 1 A Night Operation

It was a little after nine o'clock in the evening at the Coast Guard headquarters.

Su Tianyu sat in his office, feeling somewhat excited. This was the largest operation he had personally "commanded" since taking office as the captain of the First Company.

Over a hundred people were awaiting orders. This feeling was quite exhilarating; no wonder some people were perversely obsessed with power.

Time ticked by, and Su Tianyu quietly waited for the bugle of attack to sound.

...

In the Donggang district, inside the largest seafood market in Dragon City.

A corpulent man, weighing at least 260 pounds, followed behind Zhang Ming with forty or fifty men. Panting, he said, "Chairman, rest assured, I've taken care of everything here… We set a price, and even if it's five hundred yuan per liang for prawns, they'll have to sell at that price! Hehe, what's that called? The academic term is 'market economy regulation.'"

Zhang Ming looked around with his hands behind his back, his expression rather unpleasant.

"Also, the xianger (firearms) you bought from outside the district last time, I've arranged for them to be stored in the warehouse." The fat man, wearing a loud floral shirt, floral shorts, and flip-flops, trotted behind Zhang Ming, saying, "Later, we'll find some people to distribute these boxes of goods, and we can make a lot of money again."

Zhang Ming gave him a cold glance. "Let's go to the office."

"Okay, okay, let's go!" The fat man immediately ran ahead to clear the way, leading the group into the administrative building.

"Greetings, Boss! Greetings, Chairman!"

As the group entered the smoky main hall, many young men with dragon and tiger tattoos stood up and shouted out these very Jianghu-like (martial world) greetings.

Zhang Ming frowned and looked around, asking in a low voice, "What are you doing with this group of people in the market management committee?"

"They're just a standing force." The fat man grinned, explaining, "If anything happens in the market, with just a look or a phone call, we can immediately send out forty or fifty people."

"What could possibly happen doing business?" Zhang Ming retorted, waving his hand and shouting, "If you have nothing to do, don't stay here, go out for a smoke."

"Go, go, all of you get out of here." The fat man echoed the order, immediately following Zhang Ming upstairs.

This fat man's name was Dong Pengyu. He had been promoted to a minor leader of the branch association just over a year ago, mainly responsible for the association's management in the Donggang district.

This person had extremely poor qualities, a mediocre education, and had purely risen through the ranks by engaging in shady businesses. Strictly speaking, he was not qualified to be the branch chairman.

However, Zhang Ming was just a puppet general chairman. Most of the key elites in the association had long been arranged by Jing Yan, or had other allegiances, so he really had no one he could rely on. Although Dong Pengyu's abilities were average, his family still had some influence in Donggang, and he was relatively obedient, so Zhang Ming promoted him with the intention of cultivating his own confidant.

...

Inside the office on the second floor of the management building, Zhang Ming glanced at the filthy sofa with disgust, endured it for a long time, and finally sat down with two newspapers as a cushion.

"Chairman, business has been good these past three months! The powder I got from Lao Mo (Old Mo, referring to someone from Mexico) is selling like crazy! I'm having a few gambling dens develop new customers. If they can't pay their debts, we'll give them a shot, one shot to write off ten thousand yuan. I can get all these poor laborers hooked on us." Dong Pengyu slapped his thigh, his eyes gleaming, and said, "Last month's net profit was over eight hundred thousand. You say the amount, and I'll have someone send it to you right away!"

Listening to Dong Pengyu's words, Zhang Ming was completely astounded by his "business skills." Could a normal person come up with such damaging, morally bankrupt schemes?

"I told you to keep a low profile! How did you get involved with gambling dens?!"

"Few rich people are willing to touch this stuff. Only those poor ghosts have a bunch of problems. Their money is easy to earn, hehe!" Dong Pengyu grinned.

Zhang Ming looked up at Dong Pengyu's fat face, yellow teeth, and the strings of beads and amulets hanging around his neck, and after enduring it for a long time, he finally couldn't help but curse, "Are you freaking kidding me?! I asked you to come to Donggang to manage the association, not to be a mountain king! The situation outside is so tense right now, and you're still gathering a large group of people here, showing off your power! Are you in a hurry to die?!"

Dong Pengyu swallowed his saliva after being scolded, "Wasn't I just trying to buy you a couple more antiques?!"

"When did I ever collect your antiques?! And just now, what was that about firearms from outside the district, going to Lao Mo to distribute them? Are you a donkey brain? Why don't you take a loudspeaker and shout in front of the police station?" Zhang Ming's chest heaved with anger.

"Yes, I understand, low profile, low profile!"

"I'm telling you plainly, Dragon City is not peaceful lately. If you're so high profile, be careful not to get killed without even realizing it!"

"Impossible, I've taken care of the police station, Coast Guard, and the troops here!"

"What if it's not the people here who are messing with you? What if it's the municipal government messing with you?" Zhang Ming stared, cursing, "Have you thought about the consequences?"

...

Inside the Coast Guard headquarters.

"Bang!"

Fang Zheng pushed open the door and walked into Su Tianyu's office, slamming the newly printed operation procedures on the table. "The order has arrived, move out!"

Su Tianyu grabbed the documents, immediately stood up, and shouted, "I guarantee to complete the mission, Captain!"

"There will be some friction with cross-district arrests, you need to pay attention." Fang Zheng grinned at Su Tianyu. "Alright, go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back and drink."

Ten minutes later.

Su Tianyu came downstairs to the courtyard warehouse, holding a walkie-talkie and shouting, "Assemble, move out!"

"Rumble!"

The doors of the four warehouses opened, and over a hundred fully armed Coast Guard members emerged in neat rows.

...

An hour and a half later.

Zhang Ming smoked, whispering to Dong Pengyu, "I have an opportunity for promotion now, and this is also your opportunity, understand?! Later, I'll give you a list, and you specifically find someone to take the cash drawn from the account and give gifts to District One for me. Remember, don't leave any evidence!"

"Okay, okay!"

"And also, you must be low-key!! No matter what business you do, you can't let the fire burn you!" Zhang Ming's eyes were gloomy. "Otherwise, if something happens to you, I can't protect you!"

"Understood!"

"Alright, I'm leaving!" Zhang Ming supported himself to stand up.

"Boss, I'll see you off!"

Zhang Ming walked to the door, suddenly stopped, and looked at Dong Pengyu with a smile, "You made over eight hundred thousand last month?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Keep half of it!" Zhang Ming replied.

Dong Pengyu was stunned for a moment, "Okay, okay, I understand! I'll have it sent to you right away!"

"Also, that young wife you brought last time was also very charming!" Zhang Ming grinned, saying, "You have good taste!"

Dong Pengyu blinked, immediately turning his head and shouting, "Xiao Li, quickly go home and pick up your Second Sister-in-law!! Send her to Longkou later…!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ming contentedly turned and continued walking out.

"Bang!"

Just then, a dull thud came from downstairs. A truck crashed through the railing and stopped at the entrance of the market.

Inside the market, the staff who had not yet finished work or were cleaning up their stalls all turned to look in the direction of the street.

"Rumble!"

The truck's cargo door slowly opened, and Su Tianyu jumped out of the truck, wielding a baton and roaring, "Armed control, don't let anyone leave the market!! Push forward!!"