"I know a lot of information, and I can sell it to you cheap!"
"Not enough."
"Then... how about I give you ten pieces for free?"
"Not enough."
"Twenty! I really can't offer more than that!"
"You have three chances left."
"Fine, I give up—all the information for free! Including the intel you care about most—the University District!"
"Two."
"I—I’ve got nothing left! If you still don’t believe me, I’ll even give you all the money I have!"
"One."
"Apartment 601, Building 3, Qiaobei Garden Community!"
Liu Yutong’s eyes flashed as she turned to Yun Cheng. "Send someone to investigate every resident in that building."
Hua Muying’s face instantly paled.
"I’ve spilled everything I have, and you still don’t trust me?"
Liu Yutong stared at him for a few seconds before suddenly raising her hand to stop Yun Cheng. "Seems you’re telling the truth. Now, give us something useful."
Hua Muying let out a long breath, his back drenched in cold sweat. He had never met a woman this relentless—the way she interrogated him made him feel like any lie would be instantly exposed.
After being taken to the Wanlong Corporation headquarters, Hua Muying faced a room full of men in black suits and didn’t dare hold back anymore.
"Let’s start with the University District. You probably already know that the Vocational College’s boss, Xie Dong, is set to fight a group of freshmen tonight.
But there’s something you might not know—the bosses from the Grain & Trade College and the Tech Institute will also be there. If you want to take control of the University District, this is your chance. Ambush them when they’re weakened from fighting and wipe them all out in one go—"
Smack!
Before Liu Yutong could even react, Ma Da slapped the back of Hua Muying’s head. "What nonsense are you spouting? We’re a legitimate company! We don’t engage in illegal activities!"
Hua Muying: "..."
He couldn’t help but glance at Ma Da, thinking, You guys really love playing both sides, huh?
Sure, your company’s paperwork is all legal, but since when do legitimate businesses do the things you do?
"Ah—my mistake. What I meant was, the University District is a mess because of those thugs. Miss Liu, Brother Ma, you should clean it up and restore order!"
As he spoke, he glanced again at the sea of Wanlong members in the room—Yeah, just a little intimidating.
"Since you know so much about Wanlong, I assume you’re familiar with the University District bosses too?" Liu Yutong asked.
"I don’t care about the others. What I want to know is—have they broken any laws?"
"Oh, definitely. No gang leader has a clean record... Well, except for you, Miss Liu," Hua Muying quickly added.
Liu Yutong nodded and called out, "Zhao Tianyi."
Moments later, Zhao Tianyi strode in, impeccably dressed in a suit. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his sharp gaze locking onto Hua Muying.
The intensity of that stare made Hua Muying squirm, as if Zhao Tianyi could extract a confession with just a look.
Unlike the rough-and-tumble Wanlong enforcers, Zhao Tianyi’s presence was chilling—like one wrong move could land you a life sentence.
"Tell him everything you know," Liu Yutong instructed Hua Muying before turning to Ma Da. "Ma Da, assist with evidence collection."
"Yes, Boss!" Ma Da acknowledged.
Within fifteen minutes, Liu Yutong had a clear picture of the situation.
Xie Dong, the Vocational College boss, wasn’t just involved in brawls—he also ran an underground casino with over a dozen gambling machines. Worse, he had allegedly assaulted a female student, though the victim never reported it after being threatened.
Qiao Yong, the Grain & Trade boss, had a similar operation—a small-scale gambling den.
Xiao Bin from the Tech Institute avoided gambling but made a fortune selling game cheats and hacking tools—profitable, but still illegal.
On top of that, all these bosses and their lackeys extorted "protection fees" from students.
As Liu Yutong listened, her expression grew colder, already plotting how to deal with them.
Hua Muying had done his homework—not only were his leads accurate, but he’d also gathered solid evidence: photos of the gambling machines, contact details for the victim, transaction logs for the cheats...
"You’ve got skills," Ma Da muttered, impressed. "You’re really good at this intel game."
Hua Muying gave a nervous chuckle, stealing a glance at Liu Yutong, who seemed deep in thought.
He had to admit—she was both captivating and formidable.
While Zhao Tianyi continued questioning Hua Muying, Liu Yutong closed her eyes briefly, mentally sifting through what she knew about him.
A man with his intelligence-gathering talents wouldn’t stay a nobody for long.
When she opened her eyes again, a flicker of surprise crossed her face before melting into a faint smile. "This guy... is actually quite interesting."
Hua Muying and Zhao Tianyi shared one key trait: an obsession with money.
The difference? One loved money alone, while the other loved money and luxury.
Zhao Tianyi stayed within the law—Hua Muying, however, would eventually land himself a life sentence.
According to records, he’d be convicted in multiple corporate espionage cases and end up in a prison notorious for its violent inmates. His fate would be grim—his line of work made him too many enemies, and once caught, they’d make sure he suffered.
Once Zhao Tianyi finished interrogating Hua Muying, he approached Liu Yutong, barely containing his excitement. "Boss, this guy’s a goldmine! He’d make a killing as a private investigator catching cheating husbands..."
Honestly, the sheer volume of intel Hua Muying had provided stunned him. For a moment, he even considered switching from criminal defense to divorce law—partnering with Hua Muying would be a license to print money.
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
After a pause, Liu Yutong asked, "What do you think I should do with him?"
Zhao Tianyi adjusted his glasses, the lenses glinting ominously. "He keeps rubbing his thumb when he talks—a classic tell for lying. If we let him go, he’ll disappear and might even turn against you. Hand him over to me. With the right legal maneuvering, I can get him three to five years. And given his looks and build, if we send him to that kind of prison, he won’t last two years before—"
Hua Muying: "..."
This is Wanlong’s top lawyer?!
Are you serious?!
All I did was sell some info for cash, and you want to bury me alive?
Damn, that’s cold.
