Chen Libin’s life was, by all accounts, blissfully carefree. In his little fiefdom at the Seventh Detoxification Center, he could beat anyone who displeased him and reward those who served him well.

When he needed funds, he’d pass some "product" to his underlings to sell; the two thousand-plus residents in the center were all his potential customers. When he desired female company, a word to his subordinates would see several female residents, often quite attractive ones, sent over to cater to him.

He lived like an emperor, earning money like flowing water yet spending not a cent. He had wealth, power, and women.

Even Chang Qing, who was technically his superior, still needed his cooperation to skim profits. Originally, Chen Libin had been a university professor, specializing in chemistry.

After assisting the police a few times in analyzing drug compositions, he gradually drifted into the realm of narcotics enforcement. Eventually, he quit the university, pulled strings to secure a position at the newly established Seventh Detoxification Center, and that's where he remained until now.

To him, all those narcotics were nothing more than chemical formulas; producing them was hardly difficult. Raw materials that others struggled to obtain were a trivial matter for him; he could easily extract or synthesize them from other common chemical supplies.

In his view, making explosives from fertilizer was the work of the uncultured; manufacturing methamphetamine and small pills from chemical precursors costing a few yuan per kilogram was the true Midas touch. Over the years, the reports and complaints lodged against him were as numerous as fish crossing a river, but money moved the heavens, and he smoothed them all over.

Except for the Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, his connections spanned every system, including the public security, procuratorate, and the courts. If not for these departments being complicit with his entrenched corruption, how could he have dealt with someone as determined to oppose him as Ji Yunlei?

Regrettably, this time he had finally hit a brick wall: Wang Zhuo. ...

"Damn it, the bastard still thinks he can run." A slap across the head sent Chen Libin’s vision swimming; that blow had been vicious. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," he pleaded, clutching his cuffed hands together and bowing repeatedly, "Listen to me, just listen to what I have to say." "What is it you want to say?" an officer asked with a sneer.

Chen Libin was now fully restrained, his hands and feet shackled, thrown into the back seat of the van. Even if he sprouted wings, escape was impossible.

"There is five hundred thousand in cash in my bag, and three bank cards, each with a million yuan inside," Chen Libin stammered fearfully. "I’ll give you the PINs.

If you let me go, all that money is yours." "Are you an idiot?" The officer stared at him as if he were mentally deficient. "Even if we let you go, where would you run?

For how long? The day you're caught, we're finished too." In another van, a younger officer pinched the captured duffel bag repeatedly and chuckled quietly to Yuan Xinyu, "Boss, this is a big catch." Yuan Xinyu was ecstatic internally, but he feigned seriousness, slapping his subordinate's hand away.

"The mission isn't over yet. Keep your eyes sharp." The officer chuckled sheepishly, withdrew his hand, and turned back to monitor the street for any suspicious movement.

Yuan Xinyu patted the heavy duffel bag, a smile crossing his face, and called Wang Zhuo. Wang Zhuo had already witnessed the entire sequence using his clairvoyance.

These police officers were quite astute; they waited until Chen Libin landed before storming in to make the arrest, and immediately covered his mouth, dragging him into the vehicle without a word. If Chen Libin had accomplices, this direct approach would prevent alerting them.

Wang Zhuo speculated that Ji Yunlei was likely gagged the same way when he was apprehended. Could this be what they meant by: silencing the people is more dangerous than damming a river?

When the call connected, Wang Zhuo asked knowingly, "Director Yuan, how is it going over there? Any developments?" "We caught a big fish," Yuan Xinyu quickly recounted the situation, which was largely consistent with what Wang Zhuo had already seen.

"You didn't open the bag to check?" Wang Zhuo pressed. "No, no," Yuan Xinyu hastened to reply.

"I didn't know the situation, didn't know if I should open it, so I called you to request instructions for the next steps." Wang Zhuo paused in thought, then asked, "How many men did you bring?" Yuan Xinyu replied, "Seven, including myself." "Then leave three men to keep watch on that window, and bring the fat man and the rest of your team to the front door immediately," Wang Zhuo instructed. "Today's events must be kept confidential.

Give your men a heads-up." "Understood, understood," Yuan Xinyu grasped the meaning instantly. After hanging up, Wang Zhuo dialed Xiao Wanjun.

A moment later, Xiao Wanjun emerged from the conference room and hurried over when he saw Wang Zhuo waiting at the end of the hallway. With a wry smile, Xiao Wanjun whispered to Wang Zhuo, "The Leader is furious, and the consequences will be severe." "A sharp warning," Wang Zhuo chuckled.

This twenty-year-old punk dared to deliver a 'sharp warning' to a provincial leader? Xiao Wanjun was left speechless, caught between laughter and tears.

"After I called you, before Secretary Qin called me, I contacted a director at a local police precinct out of caution for any unforeseen incidents," Wang Zhuo said quietly. "Since Secretary Qin came in person later, I didn't need his men.

Unexpectedly, they were waiting outside the Detox Center and happened to apprehend someone." "Who?" Xiao Wanjun was startled. "It might be Chen Libin," Wang Zhuo said with a sinister smile.

"The fellow jumped out of a corner tower on the east side of the center, carrying a big bag that looked like it was full of drugs and cash. Director Yuan’s team ran right into him and pinned him on the spot.

Then Old Yuan called me." Holy cow, that actually worked? Xiao Wanjun was instantly overjoyed.

"Where is he now? Didn't you have them bring him over?" Wang Zhuo nodded.

"I called you the moment I hung up. He should be arriving at the main gate soon.

You arrange for someone to receive him." "Receive him?" Xiao Wanjun looked at Wang Zhuo with an ambiguous smile. "They drove all this way to help you out; shouldn't we give them a chance to shine?" "Heh heh," Wang Zhuo gave a dry chuckle.

"Then inform the security detail; tell them to bring the person to the conference room." A short while later, Director Yuan Xinyu, personally escorting Chen Libin and the large duffel bag with his men, arrived unimpeded at the conference room. When the duffel bag was opened on the conference table, the room erupted in an uproar.

Chang Qing fainted on the spot. Syringes, bong pipes, various pills, powders, and injections—it was a veritable exhibition for a narcotics bust report.

In addition, there was a small stack of cash, several bank cards, and countless pieces of jewelry, luxury watches, and shopping vouchers. Qin Xue glared at Chen Libin, his nose almost vibrating with anger.

He thought: this guy is a director at the Detox Center, a civil servant? He's clearly a drug lord!

The two secretaries behind him exchanged glances, both wearing unconcealed wry smiles. This Wang Zhuo had once again presented their leader with a difficult problem.

If this incident were exposed, it would cause a national sensation, possibly occupying major segments of international news in many countries. Now their leader would have a headache again.

... Whether Qin Xue had a headache or not, Wang Zhuo didn't care.

After kicking open this massive hornet's nest, he offered a greeting to Xiao Wanjun and then promptly dusted off his hands and left. Embezzlement, corruption, decadence, debauchery—in Wang Zhuo's view, these were matters for the local governing officials to handle.

He was just an ordinary citizen whose role was only to lift the lid and show Qin Xue the rot beneath the splendid facade. How to govern it afterward was beyond his concern.

On the surface, it looked like he caused the mess and Qin Xue had to clean it up, so he ought to thank Qin Xue. But that wasn't the case.

He felt he had done a good deed, exposing some of the ugly aspects of society and allowing the truth to prevail. Qin Xue should proactively thank him and award him a Good Citizen certificate.

Or perhaps not. He didn't have Jiangzhou residency; he was merely 'temporarily residing' there, enjoying the glorious right of paying taxes while avoiding the glorious obligation of receiving social benefits.

"Haozi, uh..." He pulled out his phone to call Sun Donghao, but then remembered that the group from the psychiatric hospital had snatched Sun Donghao's phone. He had completely forgotten about that just now.

"Damn it, I'll deal with it later." He put away his phone with a wry smile, figuring that those people would be dealt with anyway, and the phone would surely be recovered. Just then, a call came in—it was Fatty Long, whom he’d been having a blast with recently.

"Fatty, where are you calling me from this time?" Fatty Long let out a sinister chuckle, but before he could speak, Wang Zhuo's phone buzzed again; Ji Qiong was finally calling. "Pig, I'm taking this call first.

Call me back later," Wang Zhuo said, pressing the answer button and pushing Fatty Long to hold. "Damn, damn, damn!" Fatty Long shouted into his phone.

"The bastard must be taking a call from a woman. Friendship comes second to romance!" "Wang Zhuo, what did you need from me?" Ji Qiong's voice held an undeniable note of joy.

She was clearly unaware of what had happened to her own brother and thought Wang Zhuo was calling her proactively. "Uh..." Wang Zhuo hesitated.

He felt that Ji Yunlei himself should be the one to explain the recent incident. Besides, it was all over now; what harm was there in keeping quiet?

Better not to burden Ji Qiong with these messy affairs, Wang Zhuo thought, and replied with a smile, "Nothing much, just wanted to ask how Aunt Li has been feeling lately..." "She's quite well," Ji Qiong laughed. "Are you free for dinner tonight?

She’s been talking about you." "Sure," Wang Zhuo agreed casually, only then remembering he had promised Siyuan he would treat her to 'lollipops' tonight. While contemplating how to resolve the scheduling conflict, a text message popped up on his screen: "Wang Zhuo, after discussing with Zeng Yan's father, we have decided to euthanize Zeng Yan..." A