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Chapter 13. A Sleepless Night in the Slums
"Fuck your mother."

ten minutes later.

He Ye slammed the "Baplo Loan Agreement" in his hand to the ground, and stomped on it several times to vent his anger. His face was full of resentment as he spoke slowly and deliberately.

Newborn!
This contract not only has an exorbitant interest rate of over 50%, but also includes hidden fees, compound interest, and countless other hidden traps. The fact that this company is still in business is disgusting!
Like Rayleigh standing next to me now—the name of that down-on-his-luck young man—he has 1000 crowns in his hand, but the loan contract is actually for 2000 crowns. They will even ask you why you are borrowing money and then charge different exorbitant interest rates.

It's practically a newborn!
"Damn it, let's ruin this B company!"

Unable to bear it any longer, He Ye cursed and pulled out his pistol, ready to do a good job. Although he was an intelligence spy, he still had many years of battlefield experience, and a few thugs were no match for him!

But then, seeing the National Security Bureau chief acting impulsively, Rayleigh quickly pulled him back.

"Sir, don't be impulsive! There are Baplo's lackeys inside!"

"Just tell me how many there are!" He Ye rolled up his sleeves.

"Thirty-odd men, I suppose. I know you're wise and brave, sir, and you have a gun, but they're not pushovers either... So, would you like to call some more men?"

Reilly stopped him, saying that in his mind, how could one person possibly defeat thirty people?

Hearing this number, He Ye calmed down a bit. Thirty-odd people would be a bit troublesome even for a pig—but he knew he couldn't contact any more people, after all, he was a spy from Country B and was being hunted by the National Security Bureau.

We can't exactly call Yugiri, Mark, and Lawrence over, causing this elite squad to regroup.
But he will not back down at this moment.

Looking at Rayleigh beside him, He Ye realized that this guy was a money-grubbing idiot who thought he was part of the National Security Agency—though it was very impolite, He Ye admitted that he was somewhat useful to him.

After a little thought, I already had a solution in mind.

He Ye's eyes sharpened, and he tucked the gun back into his waistband, saying:

"I am now issuing this order to you in the name of Sergeant Marlens, Group 4, Security Countermeasures Section, National Security Bureau."

He casually pulled out a disguised ID card from his jacket pocket, one of He Ye's little tools as a spy, and then said sternly.

"The situation is urgent. I order you to search for other willing individuals now. Of course, this is not a waste of time and energy. After the operation is completed, the government will award each person a reward of ten thousand dollars."

Before Lei Li could even exclaim "Holy crap!" after He Ye finished speaking, he slapped all the green banknotes, each worth eight thousand yen, into Lei Li's hand!

"Here are some gifts to start the meeting. I believe you can gather a team. By the way, let me warn you, if you're thinking of running away with the money, I've memorized your face. I hope we don't end up meeting again in the courtroom."

After He Ye finished speaking seriously, he patted Rayleigh on the shoulder to encourage him. This combination of coercion and enticement quickly invigorated Rayleigh.

"Sir, you must know that in the slums, everyone can become a brave warrior for money!"

Reilly clutched the money and put it in his pocket, saying tremblingly.

"Go and come back quickly. This money should be given to the good citizens who are willing to come."

He Ye said irritably that he wasn't really sure either, but he had no choice but to take the gamble.

"What about you?"

“I’ll go in first to show my credentials and tell them to cooperate with the investigation—of course, if they don’t cooperate, we’ll need your help,” He Ye hinted again, emphasizing the point. “As for my subordinates, they’re already on their way.”

"Yes, sir!"

Perhaps it was He Ye's extraordinary temperament that made Rayleigh even salute like a soldier, his eyes resolute—then he rushed off to find his companions, both happy and excited.

"We need to call up Milo, Servan, and Jaeger; let's make a killing!"

Riley kissed the banknote and thought to himself, "Run as fast as you can."

As for He Ye, who remained in place—

He knew, of course, that no one would come, but he didn't hesitate. He turned and stepped onto the stairs, cursing as he walked into the Pavlo Credit Company.

Damn it!
He kicked the door open!

"Boom!"

"Damn it, that bastard is blind!"

The man on duty in the lobby cursed, a cigar dangling from his mouth; he was none other than the scarred man who had just delivered the money.

There were four or five men sitting at a table in the lobby, playing cards. They all looked like hooligans, not like normal, law-abiding citizens.

He Ye kicked open the door, took off the cumbersome British trench coat, and threw it outside. Underneath was a white button-down shirt, revealing his muscular physique. This intelligence spy also possessed considerable combat prowess.

“It’s me,” He Ye said unhappily.

"What kind of self-introduction is 'It's me'? Are you tired of living?! Daring to kick down the door of the Baplo Corporation!"

A bald man wearing a gold necklace walked towards them, looking aggressive like a monster, but soon he staggered and knelt down in front of He Ye—covering his genitals and bursting into tears.

Because He Ye used a knee strike, attacking the weakest point.

"My balls... Ouch..."

He Ye swung his leg and looked at the others with a cold gaze. The several lackeys of the Baplo Company were immediately terrified, wondering about the strength of the newcomer.

"Jeff, Jeff was taken down in one go..."

"Is it some reckless bankrupt?"

The lackeys looked at each other and whispered in unison. No one stepped forward, and the situation remained deadlocked. One of the thugs even ran to make a roulette phone call and asked for reinforcements in a low and anxious voice.

"Oh no! Someone's causing trouble!"

His voice sounded very anxious.

The scarred man, cigar in mouth, then stood up, looking imposing and powerful.

"If we're not brothers, is it really worth it to lose such a small amount of money?"

He thought He Ye was venting about what had just happened, since he recognized the handsome man who had previously been muttering about losing half of his crowns.

But this behavior is foolish. Baplow Credit has a total of twenty or thirty people here. Sometimes when bankrupt people come in recklessly, they have a plan. This has happened more than once or twice.

Ke Heye simply continued forward, her eyes filled with anger:
"Where is your leader here?"

"He's on the third floor," one of the short thugs answered instinctively, almost saluting.

"Hey?!" The scarred man turned his head and said, "Are you an idiot?!"

"Uh, sorry boss, it was my fault, I answered subconsciously..." The short thug scratched his head helplessly.

He Ye forced a cold smile at him: "I won't blow your balls up later, my friend."

Upon hearing this, the others gasped in shock.

"Fuck..."

"Hey kid, aren't you getting a little too arrogant!" Upon hearing this, the scarred man threw the cigar he was holding on the ground, clenched his fists, and walked over with a frown.

Seeing this, He Ye remained silent and simply stepped forward to meet him.

The scarred man understood his provocation. He clenched his fist tightly and swung it forward! This street-smart style, honed through years of experience, lacked structure but excelled in speed and power! Enough to teach any frivolous scoundrel a lesson!
Although He Ye had been infiltrating Country A for many years, he was still a spy who had fought on the battlefield. His reaction speed was one in a million. With just a step back, he narrowly dodged the punch! The fist grazed his cheek by a few centimeters.

He Ye had already raised his leg and kicked him hard in the balls!

Click.

“I…fuck…”

The scarred man trembled and fell, his eyes wide open like bells, his O-shaped mouth clenching his back teeth, curling up into a ball in extreme pain.

“My mommy…” he trembled and sobbed.

"Who else?"

He Ye's clothes were slightly dirty as he glanced around.

At that moment, the thugs took a few steps back in fear and simultaneously felt a toothache. Although the move was dirty and underhanded, He Ye's reaction speed and reaction time were evident. He had taken down the so-called Tiger of Bapulo in just one move.

He is a skilled fighter.

Fortunately, the elevator dinged at that moment.

The elevator doors opened, and several more people emerged, followed by a chaotic throng of footsteps. They looked no less imposing than the group of thugs below, except that some of them carried weapons, such as iron bars and sticks, which added to their imposing presence.

"Damn it, which blind bankrupt is causing trouble again! I'll beat the shit out of you, you believe me!"

"Kneel on the ground now if you don't want to die!"

The swearing thugs glared angrily at this uninvited guest.

Faced with the Baplo Company's lackeys gradually surrounding him, He Ye understood that it would be difficult to fight with so many people. His choice was to reach into his pants pocket, his expression calm.

Then he suddenly pulled out his ID and uttered harsh words.

“I am Sergeant Marlens from the 4th Group of the National Security Bureau’s Security Countermeasures Section. I suspect there are reactionary forces within the Paplo Credit Lending Company. I am currently blocking it on charges of illegal fundraising, forming cliques, and rioting. If you take action against me, you can be considered to be rebelling against the state.”

"I go!!!"

The moment they saw He Ye take out his credentials, the twenty-odd people on board trembled slightly, after all, he was carrying the prestigious name of the National Security Bureau!

But soon, some of them came to their senses.

"What a load of bull! You think you're the only one in the National Security Bureau's operation? You know, our boss pays a hefty bribe every month. How could he just arrest and shut down someone like that?!"

Someone in the crowd shouted in rebuttal.

"You mean there really was a criminal activity?" He Ye put away his ID and smiled. "Then I'm much relieved."

"..." The thug belatedly realized he had let something slip and slapped himself. "Oh my god..."

Fortunately, they have realized that He Ye is a fake, and they are already swarming forward in a frenzy. As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands, let alone so many lackeys. He Ye's fate is already foreseeable!
"Fuck him!"

But just then! —

"boom!"

A crisp sound echoed as He Ye gripped the black pistol and fired a shot into the groin of the nearest thug. Smoke billowed from the muzzle, and the shot hit its mark without any surprise.

A few seconds later, he lay on the ground wailing and crying.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

It's like Tom the cat stepping into the mousetrap he set himself.

"My balls!... Waaah..."

The other thugs were immediately terrified again, retreating in fear and gasping for breath.

"A gun? This...this...this guy actually has a gun?!"

"Could it really be the National Security Bureau?"

"But, absolutely not! Chairman Baplo just said in a meeting yesterday that we should go all out..."

The henchmen of the lending company were in an uproar, their expressions shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Faced with the threat of firearms, they dared not advance. After all, the first shot would hit the nail on the head, but the second shot might hit somewhere else entirely! How could sticks compare to firearms?

Even more exciting at this moment was the arrival of reinforcements!
"Sir, Rayleigh reporting for duty!"

Cheers and shouts came from behind He Ye. Rayleigh, panting but smiling, looked over and gave a half-baked salute.

Despite seeing the mess and standoff at the Baplo Company, including a man lying on the ground, bleeding and shattered glass, he was not afraid!
Because he had over thirty homeless guys behind him, who were tough and resilient! Most importantly, they weren't afraid of trouble when it came to money!

"Is this the officer who gives ten thousand dollars?!"

"That's right!"

Although Rayleigh didn't know why the officer had gone ahead on his own without any reinforcements arriving... the gunshot could be heard clearly from hundreds of meters away!
He doesn't care about anything else when it comes to money!
"Very good." He Ye lowered the muzzle of his gun and turned around.

He glanced around at the vagrants behind him, like an emperor inspecting his troops, then looked at the Pavlo lackeys confronting him, looking majestic.

He Ye once again produced the forged National Security Bureau identification and said solemnly:

"As Sergeant Comalens of the National Security Bureau's Security Countermeasures Department, I hereby officially authorize you to assist in the investigation. Now, you can beat up all the thugs in front of you! You will not bear any responsibility!"

"on!"

He Ye swung his sword with all his might!
Suddenly, the scene became incredibly lively and chaotic!
"Awooo! For the peace of Gladys City!"

"For the sake of public order!"

"For the money!"

"Fuck them, I've disliked these newbies for ages!!!"

The homeless, shouting about their beliefs and bonds, surged forward! Their bodies, charging forward, were the bravest warriors, their eyes filled with anger and their hearts burning with passion! They swung their fists!

This left the already easily defeated thugs completely defenseless. Without a doubt, Baplo's lackeys were being brutally beaten, and even if some of them resisted, they couldn't withstand any more punches and kicks.

The battle is one-sided, but at least it seems that this chaotic brawl will take some time to end.

Seeing this, He Ye calmly turned around, picked up the trench coat he had taken off, dusted it off, and put it on. Ignoring the bruised and battered lackey at his feet, he walked forward.

Even when passing by a homeless man who was throwing a punch, He Ye patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Well done."

"Thank you, sir!"

Tonight was destined to be anything but ordinary for the Baplow Credit Company. The spacious ground floor was filled with a mob wrestling, screaming and laughing, wailing and cursing, with shattered vases and blood-soaked carpets showing no mercy.

But what does this have to do with He Ye?

He just wanted to embrace his new life and have a good start.

(End of this chapter)