Sun Bo finally managed to haul the safe back to his place.
He spent half the night rummaging for tools and finally managed to pry it open.
Thankfully, it wasn’t one of those high-end safes—small and cheap—or else he might’ve spent another full day trying to crack it.
But when he eagerly swung the door open and saw what was inside, his face fell.
No stacks of cash like he’d imagined—just a few thousand in bills, some valuables, and a plain black notebook that looked utterly unremarkable.
"Damn it!" Sun Bo kicked the safe hard, his expression darkening.
When he’d first stumbled upon it, greed had taken over.
On the surface, he’d been keeping his head down lately, but deep down, he was still the same lazy, good-for-nothing thug who couldn’t change his ways. The Wanlong Society’s grip on him had held for a while, but the longer it went on, the more suffocating it felt.
So after wrestling with the idea, he’d finally gone for his brother-in-law’s safe.
His plan? Take the money and run—disappear to another city, live it up, and go back to his carefree, reckless life.
This place was hell anyway. Always looking over his shoulder, always bowing to someone else’s demands.
But now his plan had backfired. The paltry sum inside wouldn’t even cover his escape, and if his brother-in-law found out he’d stolen the safe? He’d be dead before he knew what hit him.
Just as Sun Bo was scrambling for a way out, his eyes landed on the black notebook.
He flipped through a few pages, and his pulse skyrocketed.
March 15th: Delivered goods worth 1.9 million, laundered through the construction materials company. Took a 50k cut…
April 2nd: XX shipment, value 2.3 million…
His hands trembled uncontrollably, shock flooding his gaze.
He’d always known his brother-in-law had shady income streams, but this scale? Hundreds of thousands a year, easy.
If this ledger ever fell into police hands, everyone involved would be sewing prison uniforms until their feet burned.
A wild idea flashed through his mind—this ledger could be his golden ticket.
His brother-in-law had ordered him to deal with that rich kid from the Yu family, Yu Mo. Maybe he could squeeze some money out of the Yu Corporation instead. The "Yu" mentioned in the records had to be connected to them, right?
Of course, he’d still report the basics to his new boss—that man was ruthless, and Sun Bo wasn’t stupid enough to withhold everything.
And no way was he actually dumb enough to kidnap Yu Mo. That’d land him behind bars in a heartbeat. Agreeing to it earlier had just been a temporary move to buy time.
Why not let his new boss handle Yu Mo instead?
Sun Bo had no clue about the relationship between the Wanlong Society and Yu Mo—nor did he have the means to dig into it.
Right now, his mind was consumed with one thing: how to milk the Yu Corporation dry using this ledger.
The idea spread through his thoughts like wildfire, unstoppable.
Sun Bo clutched the notebook, greed blazing in his eyes. "With this… I’m set for life."
He quickly called his Wanlong Society contact to report in—omitting the safe, of course—then got to work cleaning up. The busted safe? Straight to the bottom of the river.
...............
In the conference room of Yu Corporation's headquarters,
Yu Mo's audit team had already uncovered numerous problematic accounts, with the irregularities in fund flows for overseas investments by the Asset Management Department being particularly glaring.
It wouldn’t be long before he had everything figured out.
However, today’s meeting wasn’t about that. His priority was to fulfill his promise to the Wanlong Society as quickly as possible.
The core agenda of this meeting was the proposed asset exchange: the South City Shopping Center for Plot No. 33 in North City and another parcel of land in South City.
According to company protocol, such asset transactions required joint review by the Finance Department and the Asset Management Department, with final approval requiring the signatures and official seal of both the General Manager and the Chairman.
The Chairman’s signature had already been secured. All that remained was the company seal and the signature of General Manager Yu Tianxiang.
But Yu Mo wasn’t worried about his uncle Yu Tianxiang refusing to sign. Yu Xin had already assured him that she would deliver a "gift" to their uncle—one that would guarantee his compliance.
For now, his immediate task was to silence internal opposition.
As the saying goes, "It’s easier to deal with the king of hell than his minions." These seasoned corporate veterans weren’t so easily swayed.
To them, this asset exchange was a terrible deal—trading tens of millions for prime assets worth hundreds of millions was practically giving them away for free.
It couldn’t go through.
And that worthless plot in South City? They wouldn’t even take it if it were handed to them.
Anyone who dared support Yu Mo now would face repercussions later. After all, in recent years, the corporation had largely been managed by the Madam, and over half of the shareholders were loyal to her. She had made it clear: no one was to side with the young master.
As a result, whether from the Asset Management Department, Finance Department, or other senior executives, almost no one was willing to cooperate with Yu Mo.
Of course, they wouldn’t outright refuse. Instead, they danced around the issue, leaving Yu Mo frustrated and exasperated.
"Young Master, we need to conduct a more detailed analysis of the investment return rate for this deal..."
"Especially that land in South City—the valuation might be inflated..."
"The transaction structure still requires legal risk assessment..."
"........."
Listening to their evasive excuses, Yu Mo nearly lost his temper. He wanted to slam these hypocrites to the ground and roar, "Those who submit will prosper, those who resist shall perish!"
Just then, the conference room door swung open.
General Manager Yu Tianxiang walked in. "You’ve all worked hard. You may leave now."
At his words, the previously lifeless executives scattered in an instant.
"What’s the meaning of this, Uncle?" Yu Mo demanded angrily.
Yu Tianxiang smiled. "I heard the meeting wasn’t going well, so I came to check. Xiao Mo, is there some misunderstanding between us? How about we have dinner and talk it over?"
Yu Mo was about to refuse outright when he remembered Yu Xin’s mention of the "gift." He swallowed his words and said instead, "Actually, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you too."
"That’s more like it. We’re family—there’s nothing we can’t talk about openly."
Yu Tianxiang draped an arm around his nephew’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, "As it happens, I’ve prepared a little surprise for you today."
Yu Mo’s expression remained cold. "Oh? Or is this another one of your traps, Uncle?"
Yu Tianxiang’s smile faltered for a split second before he chuckled. "You always think the worst of me, don’t you?"
Yu Mo smirked, "Just kidding. But I did prepare a little surprise for you, Uncle."
Yu Tianxiang looked slightly surprised, "Oh?"
Yu Mo said nothing more.
When they arrived at the parking lot, Yu Mo quickly sent a text to Yu Xin, asking if the "gift" for his uncle was ready.
At the same time, Yu Tianxiang also sent a message to Deng Liang, indicating the approximate time for action.
The two of them, each harboring ulterior motives, exchanged a knowing smile as if sharing an unspoken understanding.
......
That night, in the office of the logistics park.
Deng Liang trembled as he knelt on the cold floor, his face swollen beyond recognition, his clothes stained with blood.
The leather chair that once belonged to him now seated a young man in a pristine white suit.
The man appeared to be in his early thirties, his hair slicked back meticulously. His slender fingers toyed with a sandalwood bracelet as he stared coldly at the kneeling Deng Liang without uttering a word.
"B-Boss Zhao..." Deng Liang tried to beg for mercy, but the moment Zhao Wei’s icy gaze flickered toward him, he immediately fell silent, too terrified to speak.
"Talk. Where’s the ledger?" Zhao Wei’s voice was calm, yet laced with an unmistakable menace.
Deng Liang frantically pointed to a cabinet in the corner of the office.
Zhao Wei gave a slight nod, and several bodyguards rushed over to search. They soon pulled out a safe.
One of the bodyguards roughly dragged Deng Liang over. "Open it."
Deng Liang didn’t dare hesitate. He began turning the dial, but no matter how he adjusted the combination, the safe refused to open.
Sweat beaded on his forehead in panic.
"How… how is this possible? This was the right password..."
Unbeknownst to him, his brother-in-law had secretly swapped the safe. Under normal circumstances, he might have noticed something was off, but in his current state, he wasn’t thinking clearly.
"Boss," one of the bodyguards glanced at Zhao Wei, silently suggesting that Deng Liang might be playing them.
Zhao Wei waved a hand dismissively. "Feed him to the fish, then."
Before Deng Liang could react, a sharp blade plunged into his abdomen—once, twice, three times.
A brutal execution, each stab fatal.
Zhao Wei stood up, glancing indifferently at the lifeless body on the floor as if it were nothing more than a crushed insect.
At the door, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"It’s done."
"Get out of there. The cops are on their way."
"Got it."
After hanging up, Zhao Wei signaled his men to take the safe.
The well-trained bodyguards swiftly cleaned the scene before carrying the corpse to the docks, where they prepared to weigh it down with stones and dump it into the river.
Meanwhile, at the back of the logistics park by the docks...
Yu Mo and Yu Tianxiang, uncle and nephew—each with their own schemes—stood atop a shipping container, pretending to enjoy the river view while waiting for their respective "gifts."
Yu Tianxiang had agreed with Deng Liang that once he received confirmation, he would excuse himself, leaving Deng Liang and his men to deal with Yu Mo.
But no matter how long he waited, no message came.
Just as Yu Tianxiang was growing impatient, a group of men in black suddenly appeared at the dock. Under the dim lighting, the uncle and nephew clearly saw several burly men carrying a safe into a vehicle, while two others dragged what appeared to be a corpse toward the riverbank.
With practiced efficiency, the two men tied a large rock to the corpse's feet and pushed both body and stone into the river, sending them sinking into the depths.
The uncle and nephew, hidden atop a shipping container, were too terrified to make a sound. They could only watch the horrifying scene unfold, their stomachs churning with nausea. It took all their willpower not to vomit on the spot.
Only after the men in black had left did they finally collapse onto the ground, weak with relief but still shaken by what they had witnessed.
Yu Mo was the first to recover. He approached his uncle, who was still dry-heaving, and patted him on the back. "Uncle," he said, his voice laced with dark amusement, "how do you like this little gift from your nephew?"
Yu Tianxiang jerked his head up, his eyes wide with terror. "You... you..." he stammered, unable to form a coherent response.
