Chapter 190: White! I'm Sorry!

Take it off! Take it off! Strip everything off!

The large speedboats surrounding the smuggling vessel had even invoked "immunity by numbers," making their arrogance unmistakable.

The six smugglers on board turned pale as paper; inside the cabin, two middle-aged men with dark skin didn't hesitate—they immediately stripped off all their clothes and jumped into the sea wearing only their underwear.

Upon receiving Dafei's orders, the two middle-aged men showed no hesitation whatsoever.

The members of Dafei's tax-free crew were, in a certain sense, extremely brutal.

Especially when facing criminals. Anyone who dared transport contraband on their tax-free route, if discovered by Dafei or their Beihoude Boss, faced real danger—entire families buried alive or shot dead.

The reason was simple: if contraband was found on any route, that route would face intense inspections afterward—not just tax-free privileges revoked, but even fishing boats passing through had to undergo full-body X-ray scans.

The route was wealth. With the Boss backing them, Dafei's crew made multiple runs per month; if law enforcement raided, it meant cutting off the Boss's multi-million income and the crew's daily earnings of a hundred thousand.

Cutting off someone's livelihood was like killing their parents.

On the sea, sometimes the Public Security Bureau didn't even need to intervene—the Bosses themselves would enforce order and discipline, often with shockingly cruel methods that chilled bystanders to the bone.

The two men who jumped into the sea were genuine sea-dwellers who earned their living on the water.

They knew they'd been inspected by the Boss, knew there was no contraband on board, so they jumped into the sea without resistance—clean, swift, and decisive.

Those who resisted would be kited.

"Shhh-shhh-shhh—"

One by one, metal arrows drew closer to the four still lingering on the boat. The entire smuggling vessel was being torn apart by Dafei's crew; seawater flooded the cabin, causing the ship to sink.

"Keep resisting, and we'll kite you! A harpoon through the belly, dragging your corpse twenty thousand miles across the sea," the Dafei commander barked, seeing the ship nearly sunk and the others still hesitating to let him rescue them—he finally snapped, invoking the sea's cruelest punishment.

Dafei boats could race across the waves, but human skin couldn't withstand such high-speed surf.

As the skin rotted away, the body lost its barrier; the salt-laden seawater would corrode flesh until the victim begged for death, and their blood would attract fish for a final ocean burial.

Such a cruel method—even the executioners themselves couldn't bear to watch.

But that didn't stop kiting from becoming a terrifying deterrent.

The four on board turned pale again and again—finally, they obediently stripped off their clothes and jumped naked into the sea.

"Lower the nets! Inspect!"

Dafei's crew halted their formation. Several speedboats with fishing nets approached the suspects and dropped their nets, suspending the six suspects from the stern. Other Dafei members leapt onto the smuggling vessel, rescued Bai—who was bound in turtle-shell restraints—and swiftly removed the contraband onboard.

The crew didn't know what the items were.

They simply followed the Boss's orders.

And since the Boss felt recent inspections had tightened, he'd directed overseas members to conduct sting operations—luring bold lawless criminals into traps to turn them in.

So the crew never arrested the wrong person: if the Boss said someone was a criminal, contraband was definitely on their boat.

More than a dozen boxes marked with fire safety logos and labeled "Firefighting Foam Explosives" were transferred onto the Dafei boats.

The crew pried open the boxes and found objects resembling RPG launchers, along with clearly labeled oval metal canisters marked "Firefighting Equipment."

The crew scratched their heads, took photos of everything related, and sent them to the commander, who used a self-destructing messaging app to forward all images to Lin Hao.

As the operation ended, the phone that had been live-streaming on WeChat was cleanly snapped in half, shoved into seawater to wash the motherboard, then tossed into the deep sea.

Following Lin Hao's orders, Dafei's crew headed to the designated location to hand over all the smugglers.

But the moment Lin Hao issued the order, Ciwei Nainai's call rang straight into the soundproof room.

"Bring them all back—Grandma reported it. They said to hand them over to us for detention," Ciwei Nainai's voice carried an odd tone: "These are real big fish!"

Hearing Ciwei Nainai's command, Lin Hao's face flushed with shock.

Those in their line of work—no, those of their status—understood the prison system intimately.

Being held in a detention center or jailed wasn't terrifying.

The most terrifying form of detention was outsourcing—handing criminals over to private custody.

Only those who had committed constitutional-level crimes ever received such treatment.

Since its founding, Xin Hao Entertainment Group had only ever hosted two such prisoners.

Now, six arrived at once—Lin Hao's shock was entirely natural.

He shuddered all over, as if recalling something, muttered two curses, then issued new orders to Dafei's crew.

Transport the goods to the designated location; bring all suspects back to the shipyard.

Someone will meet us there—do exactly what they say.

Whatever they tell you to do, do it. Don't ask who they are. Don't gossip about anything.

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After the call ended.

Flanked by her maids, Ciwei Nainai sat back on her velvet nest, beaming:

"How's that? Grandma told you—when in trouble, call the Public Security Uncle. Always works."

"See? Problem solved smoothly. We even get a bravery award."

Ciwei Nainai's face glowed with sweet charm, her voice soft and seductive—as if a mature, voluptuous older sister leaned close to your ear, whispering lilac-scented flattery to coax praise.

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An Sheng slowly turned his head, staring at the golden-rimmed hedgehog lounging on the velvet nest, smoking a cigar. His lips twitched: "Don't you think your voice doesn't match your appearance, you damn squeaker?"

"Really? I think it's perfect! Ahahaha." The golden-rimmed hedgehog didn't look annoyed at Fuli's teasing—she laughed merrily:

"This is exactly the voice I've always dreamed of—when I speak, male animals should instantly go into heat, crawling to the ground, kissing my little hedgehog feet. Of course, someone as strong as you, Master Fuli…"

"Out of respect for our shared mammalian nature, I'll let you kiss my nose."

"I refuse."

An Sheng glanced at Lin Ying, then at the hedgehog emitting a seductive mature-woman voice, his face twisted in disgust—yes, human sisters were still far more beautiful.

"Forget that for now—do you have any heavy-duty mouse glue at home?"

"Mouse glue?" The sudden topic shift left the golden-rimmed hedgehog stunned: "What do you need that for?"

An Sheng paused, then said: "I just checked—removing chemical adhesive requires a specific solvent."

"We don't have any. But when Bai comes home, he can't be covered in sticky goo—we need to cover for him."

"I'm sorry to Bai, but it's the only way we've got."

(End of Chapter)