Fury for the Sake of Beauty

He needed to draft a plan for the expansion of the Golden Dragon Gang.

Though the Golden Dragon Gang had some reputation in the Golden Triangle, he intended to rapidly grow its influence in a short time.

He needed enough power—both to protect Hua and to ensure he wouldn’t become a burden to her.

Given Hua’s personality, she probably wanted to shout their relationship from the rooftops.

But she kept it hidden, fearing that going public would put him in danger.

Before leaving the Dark Web, Lin Xuan left a message in English on the computers of their tech department:

[Your Dark Web isn’t all that impressive.]

The group of white men in the Dark Web: ???

What?

What just happened?

If someone could plant this message on every computer in their tech department, it meant… the Dark Web had been hacked.

And not just hacked—completely undetected.

This realization sent the Dark Web into chaos.

The head of the tech department panicked. "Immediately reinforce our security systems and find out who did this!"

The Dark Web had thrived as the primary online platform for underground transactions all these years precisely because of its airtight secrecy.

If word got out that they’d been breached, it would be over.

Half an hour later, Lin Xuan emerged from his space and tossed the Golden Dragon Gang’s development plan to Wang Ba.

"Follow this exactly. Also, I’ll have custom bulletproof gear made for all of you."

"Yes, Boss." Wang Ba skimmed the document, his eyes lighting up.

Brilliant!

The plan was absolutely brilliant!

It covered everything—martial arts training, firearms drills, and even internal reforms.

If executed properly, the Golden Dragon Gang would rise to new heights.

Wang Ba excitedly declared, "Boss, rest assured, I’ll carry this out to the letter."

"As for you two."

Lin Xuan’s gaze shifted to Cheng Da and Cheng Er.

Wang Ba, assuming Lin Xuan was dissatisfied with their abilities, quickly interjected, "Boss, don’t worry. I’ll kick these two useless idiots out of the gang immediately."

He glared coldly at them. "Get lost!"

With a loud thud, they dropped to their knees.

Cheng Er wept, snot and tears streaming down his face. "Boss, Second Master, please give us another chance! We’ll prove ourselves from now on!"

"And Boss, please show mercy—spare us!"

To demonstrate their sincerity, Cheng Da and Cheng Er even kowtowed, their foreheads thumping against the floor.

Lin Xuan: ???

They really had wild imaginations.

When had he ever said he wanted them gone?

"Enough, get up. I never planned to kick you out," Lin Xuan said, rubbing his temples in exasperation.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Cheng Da and Cheng Er exhaled in relief.

"From now on, you two will stay by my side," Lin Xuan ordered.

"Yes!"

The brothers answered without hesitation, their faces alight with joy.

The boss’s combat skills were extraordinary—sticking close to him meant they’d learn a lot.

"Boss," Wang Ba frowned, "these two are too dim and their fighting skills are mediocre. It might not be wise to keep them around. Should I assign some sharper men to protect you instead?"

Cheng Da: "..."

Cheng Er: "..."

Lin Xuan waved it off. "It’s fine. They just need some training."

What he valued was their loyalty. He needed people he could trust not to betray him.

After settling matters with the Golden Dragon Gang, Lin Xuan checked the time—it was already past seven.

He reached for his phone to call Su Hua.

But…

His pocket was empty.

"Boss, what are you looking for?" Cheng Er asked, noticing his urgency.

"Have you seen my phone?" Lin Xuan frowned.

Cheng Er scratched his nose. "I think it fell where I grabbed you earlier."

Lin Xuan’s expression darkened.

If his phone was unreachable, Hua would be frantic with worry. He needed to contact her immediately.

"Give me your phone," he demanded.

Taking Cheng Er’s phone, he dialed Su Hua’s number—but her phone was dead, the call going straight to voicemail.

Next, he tried Jiang Qing.

Meanwhile, near the Strait of Haibu…

Su Sheng was tangled in bed with two beauties when a series of explosions erupted over the sea.

The blasts lit up the night sky, their shockwaves rattling the windows of his villa.

"Brother Sheng, was that an explosion?" one of the women asked, peering toward the sea. "I wonder what blew up?"

Su Sheng’s mood instantly soured. He yanked on his pants and stormed outside.

"What the hell was that?" he barked at a subordinate. "What exploded?"

He remembered—his shipment of arms was supposed to arrive near the Strait of Haibu around this time.

Could it be…?

No. Impossible.

Su Sheng shook his head.

He’d taken every precaution—tight security, heavy defenses. There was no way it could’ve been destroyed.

"Investigate immediately! Find out what just blew up!" he snapped.

Before the subordinate could leave, another rushed in, panting.

"Bad news, Young Master!"

"What now? Spit it out!" Su Sheng growled.

"Our arms shipment… it’s gone. Blown up."

Su Sheng’s face twisted in disbelief. "What did you say? Our shipment… exploded?"

"Yes," the man bowed his head. "Both ships—completely engulfed in flames."

"How is this possible?" Su Sheng grabbed the man’s collar. "Are you lying to me? I had top-tier security! How could this happen?"

That shipment was worth two billion—most of his savings.

He’d gambled everything on this deal.

And now it was ashes.

The subordinate kept his head down, not daring to speak.

"Who did this?" Su Sheng seethed through clenched teeth.

When he found out, he’d skin them alive.

"I don’t know," the man stammered.

What Su Sheng would never guess was that Su Hua had done this—all because she suspected he’d kidnapped Lin Xuan.

Hua’s wrath, unleashed for her man.

A disaster born of pure misunderstanding.

Originally, Su Hua had only planned to hijack the cargo.

But Night Rose reported that the shipment was too large—they could only seize a fraction.

So Su Hua gave the order: Burn it all.

Meanwhile, in the outskirts of Yundu City…

Su Hua’s men were still scrambling to locate Lin Xuan.

Some pored over surveillance footage, tracking a suspicious vehicle. But the car had fake plates, and many roads lacked cameras—pinpointing its destination would take time.

Su Hua’s aura was glacial.

Jiang Qing, watching her murderous expression, clasped her hands in prayer.

"Lin Xuan, wherever you are, please come back soon. If this goes on, even I won’t be able to calm her down. You might end up locked in a dungeon."

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