Quickly arrest him.

"What are you doing? I'm your young lady's sister—how dare you treat me like this! My sister won't let you get away with this!" Xu Xiaoman shouted.

"Second Young Lady," the security guard replied, "apologies, but these are Young Master Lin's orders. We must follow them."

Even if she were a sister from the same mother, let alone a half-sister, the young lady herself prioritized Young Master Lin above all else.

They knew exactly whose orders to obey.

The guards carried Xu Xiaoman out unceremoniously.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

He had urgent business to attend to, so he’d let Xu Xiaoman off for now. But next time—if she dared provoke him again—well, she’d regret it.

Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze from Xu Xiaoman and returned to his room.

"Young Master Lin," Cheng Da greeted respectfully.

Lin Xuan carried two boxes into the bathroom. "Cheng Da, come here."

"Yes." Cheng Da stepped forward obediently.

Lin Xuan opened the red box and took out what looked like a face mask, pressing it onto his skin.

"This…"

Cheng Da’s eyes widened as he stared at the man before him.

Once Young Master Lin put on the mask, he looked exactly like Cheng Da—without a single flaw.

It was unbelievable.

How did their gang leader have access to something like this?

"Put this on too." Lin Xuan handed Cheng Da another lifelike mask.

Cheng Da took it and fitted it over his face.

When he looked in the bathroom mirror, he gasped—he now bore the face of their gang leader, except with a scattering of pimples.

"Young Master Lin, what’s the plan?" Cheng Da asked, bewildered.

"Cheng Da, from now on, you’ll be me. Stay in Night Garden. I’ll leave disguised as you," Lin Xuan explained.

Night Garden’s security was impenetrable.

Without this trick, he’d never slip out unnoticed. And with Cheng Da wearing his face, Hua wouldn’t suspect a thing during video calls or when checking surveillance.

"Also, I’ll leave my phone with you. I’ve saved some pre-written messages about Hua in the file transfer assistant. Send them to her periodically. And study our chat history—when you talk to her, mimic my tone," Lin Xuan instructed.

"Understood." Cheng Da nodded.

Cheng Da was steady and reliable—perfect for impersonating him without raising suspicion.

As for Cheng Er? The guy couldn’t keep his mouth shut. If he accidentally blabbed to Hua, Lin Xuan would be in deep trouble.

"One more thing—no video calls with Hua. Too risky," Lin Xuan added.

"But Young Master, what if Boss Su insists on a video call or phone call?" Cheng Da worried.

She’d notice something was off.

"Tell her your face broke out in acne. Say you don’t want her to see you at your worst—you’d rather she remembers you looking your best," Lin Xuan said.

That’s why he’d added pimples to the mask.

"And if she wants to call? Claim you’ve lost your voice."

"Got it." Cheng Da nodded.

With everything arranged, Lin Xuan checked the time—it was getting late. Time to move.

Disguised as Cheng Da, he strode confidently through Night Garden’s front gates.

The guards on duty eyed him curiously.

"Does Cheng Da seem… different today? More imposing?"

"Right? Maybe being around Young Master Lin rubbed off on him."

"Must be the aura. Honestly, he even looks handsomer now."

"Yeah, totally."

Nearby, Cheng Er squatted on the ground, idly drawing circles in the dirt. Spotting his brother, he perked up.

"Bro! What did Young Master Lin want with you?"

"Just assigned me a task," Lin Xuan replied.

"What task?" Cheng Er pressed.

"Classified."

"Oh, and Young Master Lin said you’re dismissed for now. He’ll call you if needed."

Cheng Er slumped.

As expected—the boss had sidelined him.

Lin Xuan climbed into a car parked outside Night Garden and peeled off the mask, revealing his true face.

He examined the lifelike disguise and nodded in approval.

This thing was incredibly effective. Thank goodness it was developed in another world—here, he was the only one who had it.

From now on, operations would be smoother. Even if he took action under the Golden Dragon Gang’s nose, this mask would let him walk away scot-free.

Lin Xuan pulled out a new burner phone and messaged Jiang Qing.

[Lin Xuan]: Secretary Jiang, find a way to get Hua to switch SIM cards.

He worried that if Zhao Long captured him, he might contact Hua—and she’d mobilize forces to rescue him.

Her subordinates weren’t a major concern, though.

Most reports to Hua went through Jiang Qing first. The secretary would cover for him.

He needed to keep Hua in the dark until everything was resolved.

[Jiang Qing]: Understood, Young Master Lin.

Jiang Qing immediately got to work.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan rolled down the car window.

A lookout from the Shadow Faction spotted him and gasped. "That’s Lin Xuan! He left Night Garden!"

They’d been staking out the place for a week with no luck.

Their superiors had given them a one-week deadline.

Failure seemed inevitable—until now.

"It really is him!" another Shadow Faction member exclaimed. "Quick! He’s alone—this is our chance! Grab him!"

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