Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

In the office.

Zhong Chengming's pupils shrank slightly, his face flashing a trace of astonishment, "Killed by a mysterious person? What's going on here?"

The police officer pondered briefly, then quickly organized the information he had gathered and reported to Elder Zhong.

As it was understood.

At 8 a.m. today, Old Bao had driven out of the Old Street Factory District.

Around 9:30 a.m., Old Bao and his car were found in Flood Bay, 60 kilometers away from the Old Street Factory District, shot several times and all bullets hit vital points, resulting in his immediate death.

There were no signs of struggle at the scene, and no witnesses nearby.

"I see."

After understanding the ins and outs of Old Bao's shooting death, Zhong Chengming nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face.

Then, he dialed Zhang Biao's number back.

"I have some latest news that I think you'll be very interested in," Zhong Chengming sat in his seat, said this and then leisurely took a sip of water from his thermos.

"Elder Zhong, please tell me," Zhang Biao immediately said.

"The leader of the Old Street Factory District, Old Bao, was shot dead this morning," Zhong Chengming said with a smile.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Biao's face instantly stiffened, his thick eyebrows furrowing, full of confusion.

All morning.

The secret files of the Old Street Factory District were leaked.

Old Bao was also assassinated.

The coincidences of today were a bit too many, and once there were too many coincidences, they amounted to a plot.

Clearly, there was an unseen hand behind the scenes determined to eradicate the deeply criminal Old Street Factory District.

On the phone.

Zhong Chengming chuckled merrily, "They say there were no signs of struggle at the scene, no witnesses nearby; this case is getting interesting."

"Such professionalism!"

Zhang Biao furrowed his brow slightly, expressing his sentiment.

But no sooner had he spoken than his expression turned grave.

The words "overly professional" felt eerily familiar!

"Ahem."

Zhong Chengming coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Old Bao was not one of our people. He was the head of the fraud district. With the disputes over interests and entangled grievances, his being shot is not surprising. Don't overthink it. We will proceed as planned, first wiping out all gangs from the Old Street Factory District on our side, leaving the rest to the Anti-Fraud Center above us."

"Elder Zhong, I understand," Zhang Biao responded.

Zhong Chengming's words instantly enlightened Zhang Biao.

It didn't matter who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

What mattered was that they could eradicate the district's external gangs and wipe out the entire Old Street Factory District!

No need to delve into who the puppet master was.

Zhong Chengming nodded and said with a smile, "With these documents from the Old Street Factory District, we will immediately set up a special team; you can go ahead with confidence!"

"Good!"

Zhang Biao responded gravely.

Subsequently, the relevant departments of Han River Province immediately coordinated with Zhang Biao.

An operation to purge the external gangs of the 'Old Street Factory District' struck swiftly and with the force of thunder, sweeping across the country.

...

Burma, Old Street Factory District.

In the afternoon, the sky hung low, the clouds were heavy, and occasionally weak rays of light tried to penetrate the clouds, leaving only mottled shadows in mid-air, which then disappeared into the gloomy gray.

The Old Street Factory District was shrouded in a layer of gray haze, its desolation underscored by a few bird calls.

And in the top-floor office.

The assistant to the head of the district, Mi—oh no, with Old Bao assassinated that morning and having managed the corresponding affairs with a secret directive given—Mi was asked to take over Old Bao's position and become the interim head of the Old Street Factory District.

"Now it's my turn to be the boss."

At that moment, wearing a black shirt, his face gaunt, Mi leaned back in Old Bao's chair, a cold smile curving at the corner of his mouth, savoring everything Old Bao once enjoyed.

Money, status, power.

All of that filled his heart with joy.

He couldn't help but indulge in his imaginings.

Mi believed he was like a protagonist in a novel; with the head Old Bao dead, he had risen from the assistant to the head of the district, as if leveling up in a game, becoming the CEO, securing a White Rich Beauty, and thus reaching the pinnacle of life.

Of course, he had already entered the role of 'head of the Old Street Factory District' and was ready to deal with the district's affairs.

The first was related to Lin Chuan.

Last night, he had arranged for a group to attack Lin Chuan, but the attempt had failed. Now was the time to clean up, or if the Anling Police investigated and found too much information, it would be very disadvantageous for them.

Even his position could be affected.

As for Lin Chuan.

Mi thought earnestly for a moment, made a judgment in his heart, and said with a cold smile, "Lin Chuan, last night was your lucky night; the police arrived in time to save your life. Otherwise, you would have been long dead."

In his eyes.

Lin Chuan was just an ordinary web novel writer.

That's right!

An ordinary web novel writer, what kind of waves could he stir up?

Just need to wait patiently for a while, and once this storm passed, crushing him would be as easy as crushing an ant!

No need to worry!

In the office on the top floor of the Old Street Factory District.

Mi took a deep breath, picked up the phone, dialed using a virtual number, and called a number in Han River Province.

'Beep beep beep—'

One second, three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...

After a while, no one answered his call.

"Could it be that someone isn't pleased with my new position?" Mi frowned and his expression turned cold.

He had intended to call and notify another gang near Anling City in Han River Province to lie low for a while and not to make any moves.

Because, with Liu Qing and a group of assassins having been active in Anling City in a short period of time and captured by the police, the authorities were likely to take action and crack down hard on such behavior.