I'll Be Your Boss

“So, you’re Lin Xuan?” Wang Ba stood up from his chair.

With a smirk, he asked, “Did you cuckold that guy? He hates you so much he’s willing to pay eight million just to have us chop off your junk?”

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Destroying a man’s pride and joy—now that’s a way to ruin someone, both physically and mentally.

Only a deep-seated grudge would drive someone to demand such cruel punishment.

“I’d like to propose a partnership,” Lin Xuan said bluntly.

“A partnership?” Wang Ba burst out laughing. “What could you possibly offer me, kid? Don’t tell me this is just some desperate ploy to escape?”

“This place is a fortress. There’s no way out.”

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. “If I wanted to run, I wouldn’t have followed your two lackeys here. Speaking of which, those two are complete idiots. You must not think much of me to send them.”

Cheng Er pointed at himself.

“M-me? An idiot?”

His face twisted in disbelief.

The hell? Since when was he an idiot?

The whole way here, he hadn’t given Lin Xuan any trouble.

And now this bastard had the nerve to bite the hand that led him?

Cheng Er looked at his boss pleadingly.

Surely, Wang Ba would defend him, right?

Wang Ba nodded. “Yeah, they’re pretty dumb.”

“Boss, y-you—you—” Cheng Er sputtered, stunned that his boss would actually agree.

“Shut your damn mouth,” Wang Ba snapped.

Cheng Er immediately clamped his lips shut.

Wang Ba sneered. “For a scrawny college kid like you, sending these two morons was more than enough.”

He didn’t see Lin Xuan as a threat at all.

Just some ordinary student—how much effort did it take to grab him?

“So, about that partnership—interested in hearing me out?” Lin Xuan pressed.

“Fine. Let’s hear it,” Wang Ba said with a mocking grin.

He had nothing better to do. Might as well see how this kid planned to weasel his way out.

Lin Xuan’s tone was calm. “I want your Black Tiger Gang. I’ll be taking over as boss.”

If he was going to build an underground empire, why start from scratch? The Black Tiger Gang was a ready-made resource.

Dead silence followed.

Cheng Er’s jaw dropped.

Ambitious.

And completely delusional.

“HAHAHAHA—” Wang Ba burst into laughter, as if he’d just heard the funniest joke of his life.

“Lin Xuan, do you even hear yourself? You want to be my boss? What makes you think you’re qualified to sit in this chair?”

He pointed at the golden nanmu throne on the raised platform.

“Even if you had some kind of skill, you’re in my territory. Tied up. You’re the fish on the chopping block, and I’m the butcher. What gives you the right to negotiate?”

Lin Xuan smiled. “Tied up? That’s an easy fix.”

With a flick of his wrist, a small knife appeared in his hand. He sliced through the ropes effortlessly, then vanished the blade again.

The ropes fell to the floor with a soft thud.

“What the—”

Wang Ba stared at the ropes in disbelief. Those things were nearly impossible to break.

He scowled at Cheng Da and Cheng Er.

“What kind of half-assed job did you two do? Can’t even tie up a damn kid properly?”

There was no way Lin Xuan had freed himself. If even Wang Ba couldn’t break those ropes, how could some weak-looking college student?

Cheng Er stammered, “B-but I tied him up tight! I swear!”

Wang Ba barked, “Then why are you just standing there? Grab him!”

“Yes, boss!”

Cheng Da and Cheng Er advanced, closing in on Lin Xuan.

Wang Ba leaned back in his chair, picking up a roasted lamb leg and taking a huge bite.

Only seconds later, the sounds of bodies hitting the floor and pained screams filled the room.

“That fast?” Wang Ba set down the lamb leg. “Figures. Just some scrawny kid.”

He shook his head in disgust. “And he wants to be my boss? Dream on.”

Wiping the grease from his hands, he tossed the napkin aside and finally looked down at the scene below.

He expected to see Lin Xuan crumpled on the ground.

Instead, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

Lin Xuan stood untouched.

Cheng Da and Cheng Er were writhing on the floor, clutching their chests in agony.

Cheng Da looked up at Lin Xuan in shock.

How the hell was he this strong?

He was even better than the best fighter in the gang.

That frail body packed terrifying power.

Wang Ba snorted. “Pathetic! Losing to a damn college kid? You’re a disgrace to the Black Tiger Gang!”

“Boss,” Cheng Er wheezed, “he’s not just some kid. His skills are insane.”

“Excuses won’t cover your failure.” Wang Ba waved him off impatiently.

“You—go get him.” He gestured to a few more of his men.

“Yes, boss!”

What followed was like something out of a comedy.

Facing three charging gang members, Lin Xuan didn’t even flinch.

In a blur, he sidestepped, appearing in front of one of them. With a smirk, he effortlessly lifted the 180-pound thug with one hand and hurled him into the wall.

“Ugh—!” The man coughed up blood, clutching his ribs.

The other two? Lin Xuan grabbed their shoulders and smashed their faces together.

Foreheads collided. Stars exploded in their vision.

The moment he let go, they wobbled and collapsed.

“What the hell?” Wang Ba’s confidence wavered.

These guys were mid-tier fighters. And Lin Xuan had taken them all down in seconds.

This level of strength… was terrifying.

Wang Ba refused to believe it. His Black Tiger Gang had to have someone who could beat this kid.

He sent in his best fighters.

Lin Xuan remained unfazed.

Wang Ba sneered. “Apologize now, let us chop off your little toy, and maybe we’ll go easy on you.”

Lin Xuan’s voice was ice. “Less talking. More fighting.”