Leave a Name When Doing Bad Deeds

As soon as Lei Hui stepped inside, he spotted the two bodyguards passed out on the floor.

He froze. "Boss, what’s this…?"

"Don’t worry. I just needed to handle something privately, and they were in the way. They insisted on following me, so I had no choice but to tie them up here in the office."

Lin Xuan took the rope from Lei Hui’s hands and began binding the bodyguards tightly.

He then confiscated their walkie-talkies and phones, tossing them aside.

"Wait for my call before you release them."

"Understood, Boss," Lei Hui replied.

The company had been operating for less than a year, and Lei Hui often worked overtime, leaving spare clothes at the office. Lin Xuan quickly changed into one of Lei Hui’s outfits.

He even mussed up his hair slightly.

This was all to evade the bodyguards Su Hua had secretly assigned to protect him.

After leaving the company, Lin Xuan glanced at the black car parked nearby and smirked.

As expected—they were still waiting for him.

He walked toward another car, Lei Hui’s vehicle, and slid into the driver’s seat.

He deliberately removed his mask, exposing his face to the two men tailing him.

"Bro, it’s Lin Xuan!" Cheng Er pointed in Lin Xuan’s direction. "Hurry, follow him!"

They’d been tracking him for days and finally had him in their sights—losing him now wasn’t an option.

Cheng Da stepped on the gas, staying close behind Lin Xuan’s car.

"Bro," Cheng Er muttered suspiciously, "why did he switch cars and change clothes? Do you think he’s onto us?"

"Impossible," Cheng Da said confidently. "We’re professionals. How could some ordinary guy notice us?"

"Right," Cheng Er nodded.

"Bro, this is our first mission. We can’t afford to fail."

The organization Lin Li had contacted through the dark web was swamped with high-profile jobs, leaving no experienced operatives available.

So, they’d sent two rookies to capture Lin Xuan.

To them, Lin Xuan was just an average college student—these two greenhorns were more than enough.

"Relax," Cheng Da chuckled. "Look at him—a scrawny pretty boy who couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag. Catching him will be a breeze."

Cheng Da was brimming with confidence.

Both brothers were built like tanks—rippling muscles, eight-pack abs, capable of lifting 180 pounds. To them, Lin Xuan’s frame was laughably weak.

Lin Xuan deliberately drove to a secluded area before stepping out of the car.

He was giving them the perfect opportunity to strike.

Cheng Er frowned. "Why’d he stop here? Feels like a trap. Almost like he’s luring us in."

"With just him alone? What kind of trap could it be?" Cheng Da scoffed. "Quit overthinking it. Let’s move—if we miss this chance, who knows when the next one will come."

Lin Xuan walked toward a dimly lit building, pretending to fish for keys in his pocket.

Then—

Cheng Da and Cheng Er appeared.

"Who are you?" Lin Xuan feigned shock.

"We’re here to take you in, Lin Xuan. Come quietly," Cheng Er said.

"Oh, and just so you know—we’re from the Black Tiger Gang."

It was gang policy to always announce their affiliation during operations.

Bad deeds, bold signatures.

"The Black Tiger Gang?" Lin Xuan frowned. The name rang a bell—from his past life, on the day he died, when he overheard Lin Li and Qin Ruoyao in bed together.

Lin Li had mentioned hiring the Black Tiger Gang to capture him.

Qin Ruoyao had worried the organization might be unreliable, but Lin Li assured her they were a notorious underground group—for the right price, they’d do anything.

Lin Xuan’s interest was piqued.

Interesting.

He wanted to meet these people himself.

"Heard of us? Good. But don’t worry," Cheng Er said, chewing on a blade of grass. "You’ll get a firsthand taste of what we’re capable of soon enough."

Lin Xuan summoned his inner actor, eyes widening with fear. "You’re taking me to your gang’s hideout?"

"Yep," Cheng Er confirmed. "The client paid top dollar for your… assets. Our boss wants to handle you personally."

"Enough talk. Villains die from monologuing," Cheng Da cut in impatiently. "Just tie him up already."

Lin Xuan held out his wrists in surrender. "Go ahead, then."

Cheng Er blinked. "What’s your deal? Never seen someone ask to be tied up before. You’re not even gonna run?"

No struggle? It made them look less intimidating.

Lin Xuan sighed dramatically. "With builds like yours? You’re clearly trained fighters. What chance do I have? I’d rather cooperate and save myself the pain."

Cheng Er nodded approvingly. "Smart kid. Don’t worry—we won’t rough you up. But what the boss does to you? That’s out of our hands."

They shoved a sack over Lin Xuan’s head and hauled him to a village fifty kilometers away.

There, hidden among ordinary homes, stood a villa—plain on the outside, opulent within.

"Move it!"

Cheng Da and Cheng Er marched Lin Xuan inside.

Wang Ba sat in the lavish living room, perched on a chair carved with coiling serpent designs.

"Boss," the brothers greeted respectfully. "We’ve got Lin Xuan—the one with the eight-million bounty. The order was to remove his manhood and make him suffer for five days."

Wang Ba straightened.

Ah, that job. The castration request had made it memorable.

"Take off the sack," he commanded.

"Yes, Boss."

Cheng Da yanked the sack from Lin Xuan’s head.