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

They needed to avoid its cutting edge.

But the phone wouldn't go through...

"Awei!"

Mi shouted outside the office, and a dark-skinned man quickly walked in, "Ah... Boss, what do you need?"

"Go to the second floor, send someone to check on the group currently undercover in Han River, Linguan City, see what their situation is. If they don't obey, then there is no need for them to exist."

Mi was now in control of life and death, their slender figure emitting an intangible deterrence.

The man named 'Awei' immediately nodded and complied with the order.

The second floor was where the Old Street Factory District's network office area was located.

There were a group of computer wizards skilled in fraud, who were also responsible for keeping in touch with the active undercover groups.

At this moment.

Awei swiftly gathered manpower and started investigating the group infiltrating Han River, Linguan City.

Within twenty minutes.

Awei hurriedly ran up to the top-floor office, reporting to Mi while gasping for air, "Boss, that group..."

"What about that group?"

Mi was leisurely sipping tea.

"That group, they've all been caught!" Awei swallowed, his mouth dry.

Hisss!

The atmosphere in the office instantly quieted down.

Mi furrowed their brows tightly, put down the teacup, their face's lightness replaced by a layer of gloom, "All of them got caught?"

"Yes."

Awei replied immediately, "Just over half an hour ago, Linguan City's police stormed into the group's location and arrested all of them."

"That group's always been covert, how were they discovered?"

A heavy suspicion emerged between Mi's brows.

Usually, Old Bao would have them contact the external gangs and groups, so they were very familiar with these groups.

Awei shook his head, "We haven't found out."

Mi's brows tightened, a sense of alarm surfacing in their heart, and they immediately dialed another gang's phone.

'Beep beep beep—'

'The phone you have dialed is powered off...'

Mi then dialed five different numbers, corresponding to different gangs.

All of them, unanswered!

Suddenly!

The factory area was enveloped in gusting winds, the trees around swayed in the wind, their branches and leaves like menacing shadows from the netherworld.

On Mi's face appeared an indescribable heaviness, creating an oppressive atmosphere in the silent office.

"What are you waiting for, go check!" Mi immediately roared with a heavy voice.

Snapping out of it, Awei took a deep breath and hurriedly ran down to the second floor to start the investigation.

Mi followed closely behind to the second floor.

Half an hour later.

The investigation results for the five groups were all out.

As expected.

All of them had been arrested, without exception!

Mi's vision went dark as they felt dizzy and short of breath, struggling to breathe.

They had just become the head of the Old Street Factory District.

But!

In just one short hour, a total of six groups operating outside were wiped out!

What's happening?

Could it be targeted at them?

No!

At that moment, Mi dismissed the thought.

That very morning, Old Bao was attacked and shot dead, and by the afternoon, as many as six groups had been raided in succession!

It was aimed at the Old Street Factory District!

"Have we provoked someone we shouldn't have?"

Mi murmured softly, their brows furrowed tightly, eyes filled with gloom.

Upon closer inspection, a hint of fear could be seen deep in their eyes.

"Boss, there's a new discovery!"

On the second floor, Awei came to report again.

"Speak."

Mi took a heavy breath and looked at Awei.

"We've found a massive amount of pictures and information about our factory area posted on many websites." Awei's voice trembled slightly, as he too understood what this implied.

Mi's heart pounded rapidly, and after taking a deep breath, they immediately sat in front of the computer. Logging onto the world's major websites with a VPN and a virtual IP address!

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Swipe!

A simple interface of a forum appeared before his eyes.

In the forum, a large number of posts related to the "Old Street Factory District" were sticky threads.

>[Sticky] The real fraud process in the Old Street Factory District!

>[Sticky] You'd never imagine the paradise you think of is actually a hell crawling with devils!

>[Sticky] This is what happens when you try to escape from the Old Street Factory District!

>[Sticky] What happens when you're deemed worthless in the Old Street Factory District?

>[Sticky] For the faint of heart, see the real Old Street Factory District!

...

Mi swallowed hard and clicked on one of the posts with a somber face.

The post redirected and soon a video appeared.

As the video began to play, a series of grating laughter penetrated the eardrums of Mi, Awei, and the others.

In the center of the video frame, a man dragging a mangled leg, covered in blood, suffered a heavy blow to the forehead. Fresh blood gushed out, his face full of terror.

Surrounding him were men in floral shirts, each holding an iron rod, emitting ear-piercing laughter.

Suddenly, one of the floral shirts, without hesitation, brought down a rod heavily on the man's arm.

"Ahhhh—"

In an instant, veins bulged on the man's face, filled with agony, a piercing scream emanating from the depths of his throat!

Another blow fell!

This one struck the man's head and in a breath's time, silence followed.

The others holding iron rods hushed.

Two of them dragged the man away, to an unknown destination.

On the video, comments floated by.

[This is too much!]

[These people are really fucking bastards!]

[Who still says that's a place to make big money, go on, you go!]

[So cold-blooded! They actually entertain themselves like this!]

[I can't imagine things like this are still happening!]

[You see that, go arrest them, punish them all!!!]

[...]

At the end of the video, Mi's face was difficult to look at, ashen and very somber.

This was a video he targeted at a piglet trying to escape.

In this forum.

There were also many related posts, densely packed, sending chills down one's spine.

The posts were all exposing the "Old Street Factory District"!

For example, uncooperative piglets were put into tiny, narrow cages, left to bake in the sun or soaked in icy water!

Piglets who didn't meet their performance targets, for every meal, could only eat stinking slop.

The list of examples was endless.

Each horrific scene spread through the forum, the number of viewers and comments kept growing, quickly forming a powerful force.

Not only in forums, but news media, video platforms, and social media apps were also abuzz with content spreading everywhere.

Trending searches! Headlines! Front pages!

Suddenly, the Old Street Factory District became the center of public attention!

"Delete the posts!"

"Control the comments!"

"What the hell are you doing!"

Mi roared at the technical staff on the second floor in anger.

But no one responded.

Because the posts weren't made sticky by the forum operators, but by the posters through "technical" means.

The same was true for the videos and news.

They simply had no way to crack the person's technique and take down the posts.

So they could only watch as the public opinion fermented, and eventually it turned into a huge wave that completely drowned them.

Mi collapsed onto a chair, breathing heavily.

Piecing together everything that had happened today, he finally confirmed this was an operation targeting the entire Old Street Factory District!

But, he had not a single solution to this operation against the Old Street Factory District.

The mastermind behind the scenes was like a director viewing from God's perspective, blocking every possible escape for the Old Street Factory District!

No, he was God!

But who was he?

Mi racked his brains but couldn't come up with an answer to this question.

Because he could never have imagined that the so-called "Little Karami" in his eyes would personally destroy everything he had just obtained.

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