Young Master Lin Did Not Flee

"Boss, these are the things you asked me to prepare. Everything's here. Do you think anything's missing?" Wang Ba pointed at the pile of items on the floor.

Lin Xuan glanced over them and nodded. "This should be enough."

"Move them into my room," Lin Xuan instructed.

"Yes, sir."

The subordinates of the Golden Dragon Gang carried all the items from the floor into Lin Xuan's room.

Once inside, Lin Xuan closed the door and began storing everything into his spatial storage.

The reason he dared to let himself be captured by the Shadow Organization was precisely because of this space.

He would never recklessly put himself in danger without a plan.

However, there was always a chance things could go wrong.

Lin Xuan took out his phone and contacted Jiang Qing.

[Lin Xuan]: If something happens to me, make sure Su Hua believes I escaped from her. Don’t tell her I came to deal with the Shadow Organization.

That way, Su Hua wouldn’t follow me in death—she’d keep searching for me instead. As long as she doesn’t find me, she won’t take her own life.

But if she learns I died, just like in our past life, she’d kill herself too.

He would never allow that to happen.

Jiang Qing felt a heavy weight in her chest as she read Lin Xuan’s message.

[Jiang Qing]: Understood, Young Master Lin. I’ll keep it from President Su. Also, if you need more manpower, I can send reinforcements.

No matter what, your safety must be guaranteed.

[Lin Xuan]: No need. For my plan, too many people would only complicate things. Besides, they’re all Su Hua’s people—word might get back to her, and the Shadow Organization could catch on.

[Jiang Qing]: Then, Young Master Lin, please be careful.

After finishing his instructions, Lin Xuan hung up and stepped out of the room.

"Prepare to move out tonight. We’ll attack the Shadow Organization. No more than eighteen men," Lin Xuan ordered firmly.

"Yes, sir!"

Wang Ba nodded and quickly selected the most skilled fighters from the Golden Dragon Gang to accompany Lin Xuan on the mission.

Before leaving, Wang Ba hesitated.

"Boss, what about the things you had me prepare? Did you forget to bring them?"

"I didn’t forget," Lin Xuan replied, though he made no move to retrieve anything from his room.

Wang Ba frowned in confusion.

If they weren’t taking the supplies, why had the boss asked him to gather them in the first place?

Meanwhile, in the Shadow Organization’s hideout…

"Boss," a subordinate rushed in, "Lin Xuan is heading our way."

Zhao Long twisted the jade ring on his finger, smirking coldly.

"So, the man Ling fell for is this reckless and arrogant? Good."

This was his chance to show her how weak and pathetic Lin Xuan truly was—to crush any affection she held for him.

A true assassin should have no emotions—no love, no family bonds, no friendships. Just a killing machine, devoid of desire.

"It’s time to summon my Ling."

Zhao Long pulled out his phone and dialed Su Hua’s number.

Normally, Su Hua wouldn’t answer unknown calls, but she feared it might be her A-Xuan.

She pressed the phone to her ear.

"Who is this?" Her voice was icy.

"My Ling, it’s me," a slow, eerie voice replied. "Your master."

Su Hua’s eyes darkened, her grip tightening on the phone.

Because of him, she had gone to the Golden Triangle—and because of that, A-Xuan had slipped away from her.

A murderous aura swirled in her gaze.

She wanted to slaughter them all.

Just as she was about to hang up, the voice spoke again.

"My Ling, your beloved is here with me."

Su Hua froze.

Her fingers clenched around the phone. "What have you done to him?"

"Whether he lives or dies depends on you, my Ling. Come back to me."

Zhao Long hung up and immediately sent Su Hua a photo of Lin Xuan approaching his hideout.

Su Hua stared at the image of the man on her screen, her expression unreadable.

Back at the Night Garden, Jiang Qing entered with a report.

"President Su, we still haven’t found any trace of Young Master Lin."

"I know where A-Xuan is," Su Hua murmured, her crimson lips parting slightly.

"What?" Jiang Qing stiffened. "You know?"

"Shadow has taken him."

Su Hua clenched her fists.

If they dared harm A-Xuan, she would make them pay.

Shadow…

Jiang Qing’s brow furrowed.

Had Young Master Lin failed? Had they captured him?

Thud.

Jiang Qing dropped to her knees.

"President Su, I’m sorry. The story about Young Master Lin escaping… it was a lie."

Su Hua’s cold gaze pinned her down. "Explain."

Jiang Qing kept her head lowered.

"Somehow, Young Master Lin found out you went to the Golden Triangle. He questioned me about your whereabouts, and I told him the truth."

"He was afraid you’d be in danger, so he faked his escape to stop you."

Jiang Qing confessed everything—except Lin Xuan’s identity as the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang and the legendary physician.

"He went to Myanmar first, then the Golden Triangle. He wanted to eliminate Shadow himself so you wouldn’t have to."

"President Su, Young Master Lin only did this to protect you."

Jiang Qing remained bowed, awaiting judgment.

A storm of fury raged in Su Hua’s eyes.

She grabbed Jiang Qing’s collar and slammed a fist into her face.

Blood trickled from Jiang Qing’s lip.

"Jiang Qing," Su Hua’s voice was lethally calm, "who do you truly serve?"

Jiang Qing stayed silent.

She had acted out of self-interest—she couldn’t bear to see President Su in danger.

"Pray that A-Xuan is unharmed. If he isn’t, you won’t live to regret this."

Su Hua’s gaze held no mercy.

Even though Jiang Qing had been her secretary for years, in Su Hua’s eyes, no one compared to A-Xuan.

He was all that mattered.

Everyone else was merely useful or disposable.

Jiang Qing remained kneeling, silent.

She had made her mistake.

Su Hua turned away, her voice frigid.

"Prepare to leave. We’re going after Shadow."

On the plane, Su Hua absently traced the ring on her finger.

A-Xuan…

Don’t you dare get hurt.

Even if you die, I’ll drag you back from hell. So you better behave…

Her eyes were dark with obsession.

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The Shadow hideout was shrouded in darkness.

Lin Xuan and his men moved through it unopposed.

Wang Ba frowned. "Boss, why isn’t anyone stopping us? Did Shadow already leave?"

"No," Lin Xuan said coldly. "They’re waiting for us."

As if on cue, laughter echoed through the hall.

Lights flared to life, illuminating the once-dark space.

"Lin Xuan," Zhao Long’s voice rang out, amused. "I didn’t expect you to be this clever."