This man in his thirties was known as Black Panther, the infamous leader of the local underworld.
Recently, he had caught the attention of the authorities due to an old case—though he remained blissfully unaware.
Li Jinchuan walked straight up to him and said,
"Black Panther?"
The gangster looked up, eyeing the suited man who stood out like a sore thumb in this place.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Someone who can save your life." A cryptic smile played on Li Jinchuan's lips.
"At nine tonight, the cops will raid your place. They’ll have men at the east gate and the back alley."
"Your only way out is through the ventilation shaft in the third-floor restroom."
Black Panther’s crew burst into laughter, as if they were looking at a madman.
But Black Panther didn’t laugh.
He stared into Li Jinchuan’s eyes, searching for something.
"Why should I believe you?"
"You don’t have to." Li Jinchuan turned to leave.
"Just remember my words at 9:05."
With that, he vanished through the door.
That night, though skeptical, Black Panther’s years of survival instincts kicked in. He made preparations.
At exactly nine o’clock,
a fleet of police cars silently surrounded the pool hall.
The operation was swift, executed with lightning precision.
Black Panther’s heart sank.
Without hesitation, he scrambled through the third-floor restroom’s ventilation shaft, just as Li Jinchuan had said.
Hiding behind a dumpster in a nearby alley, he watched as his men were handcuffed and hauled away. His body was drenched in cold sweat.
Was that man… some kind of god?
The next day, Li Jinchuan found Black Panther again.
This time, the gangster’s attitude did a complete 180.
He gazed at Li Jinchuan as if he were a deity.
"Boss… just who are you?"
"I’m the one who’ll take you to the top," Li Jinchuan replied coolly.
Using fragmented information from his memory, he revealed several secrets known only to Black Panther’s inner circle.
That was the final straw. Black Panther was utterly convinced.
He gathered his last remaining desperados and handed them over to Li Jinchuan.
In front of these men, Li Jinchuan presented himself as a "prophet" with the power of foresight.
Each successful "prediction" only deepened his belief in his own divine mission.
He became intoxicated with the feeling of controlling life and death.
He began embezzling funds, exploiting the last vestiges of his authority as the general manager of Qin Corporation’s new energy division.
He directed Black Panther and his crew to orchestrate a "perfect" accident—targeting Su Yang.
He intended to correct this flawed world in the bloodiest, most direct way possible.
What Li Jinchuan didn’t know, however, was that every covert meeting, every order, every financial transaction—
all of it was meticulously recorded, analyzed, and archived within an invisible web.
…
Deep beneath Yuanlong Technology’s headquarters, three floors underground,
lay the building’s security command center.
A massive curved screen displayed cascading streams of data.
At its center was a real-time dynamic map, with Su Yang and Lu Ruoxi as its focal points.
Their locations, routes, and environmental risk assessments were visualized in detail.
A portion of "Nuwa’s" computational power had been allocated to this defensive system.
Zhang Qi stood expressionless before the screen as an analyst delivered his report.
"Assistant Zhang, target Li Jinchuan has established contact with 11 individuals with criminal records in the past 48 hours. The ringleader is Chen Hu, alias Black Panther."
"Funds traced back to embezzlement from Qin Corporation’s new energy project, totaling three million yuan."
"According to Nuwa’s predictive model, the target is planning a homicide attempt against Mr. Su Yang—likely a staged traffic accident."
The screen displayed several simulated scenarios:
a runaway truck, a multi-car pileup, falling debris from above…
Each option came with success rates, risk levels, and probable execution times and locations.
"…Three high-probability scenarios identified. All point to the elevated section of Binhe Boulevard."
"Time: 8:35 tomorrow morning, when Mr. Su Yang drives Ms. Lu Ruoxi to work."
"All involved personnel, vehicle details, and operational specifics have been captured."
Zhang Qi listened without a flicker of emotion.
Everything was unfolding exactly as Chairman Lu had anticipated.
He picked up the internal line and dialed Lu Chenyuan.
"Chairman Lu, the fish has taken the bait. The net is ready."
Lu Chenyuan’s voice was calm on the other end.
"Notify the relevant departments."
"Initiate ‘Operation Cleanup.’"
"Code name: Dawn."
"Acknowledged." Zhang Qi hung up.
Turning to the command center, he announced,
"Operation Dawn begins now."
His voice was ice-cold, efficient.
"Remember our objective."
"We’re not just stopping an assassination."
"We’re using this foiled attempt to drag every rat hiding in the shadows—along with their crimes—into the light."
The command center sprang into action.
The clatter of keyboards and the relay of orders merged into a symphony of calculated precision.
A meticulously crafted trap, designed to annihilate Li Jinchuan from every angle, had been set into motion.
…
The next morning, sunlight bathed the city.
Su Yang drove his "Boundless" electric car, Lu Ruoxi beside him, just like any other day on their way to the research institute.
Soft classical music filled the cabin.
Lu Ruoxi scrolled through data on her tablet.
Su Yang focused on the road.
Everything was perfectly ordinary.
They had no idea.
Five kilometers ahead, at the entrance to Binhe Boulevard,
inside a disguised sanitation truck that was actually a police command vehicle,
an officer calmly issued orders over the comms.
"…Target vehicle has entered the designated zone. All units, prepare to move."
A truck that was supposed to "lose control" and ram into Su Yang’s car was intercepted 300 meters from the overpass.
Police vehicles boxed it in under the pretext of a "fake license plate."
The driver was pinned to the ground by SWAT before he could react.
On the overpass above,
two assassins disguised as maintenance workers were about to push a massive concrete block onto the road.
Before they could act, rappelling tactical officers descended and subdued them.
On a parallel route,
Black Panther himself sat in a van, ready to trigger a multi-car collision.
The moment the engine roared to life, four black sedans trapped the van from all sides.
Men in black suits stepped out—not police, but their presence was far more terrifying.
Black Panther didn’t even have time to draw the knife in his pocket before an iron grip seized his throat.
Every threat was neutralized with surgical precision,
silently, efficiently,
kilometers away from Su Yang and Lu Ruoxi.
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