Kill Him, Quick

"Heh..." Su Hua suddenly let out a low laugh, gripping a rope as she stepped closer to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan was sitting on the bed.

"Hua... Hua Bao..." His voice was hesitant.

Su Hua didn’t respond, her cold gaze fixed on him as she continued advancing.

A subordinate frowned. "Boss, Lin Xuan just called her 'Hua Bao.' That’s such an intimate nickname. I don’t think he actually hates her. Was he just putting on an act for us earlier?"

The term was far too affectionate—enough to make him question the nature of their relationship.

"He’s just scared for his life," Zhao Long said with certainty. "He’s afraid Su Hua will kill him, so he’s trying to soften her up with sweet talk."

The subordinate studied Su Hua’s icy expression. She had already dealt with those women, and now she was holding a rope, likely to do the same to Lin Xuan. It made sense that he’d be terrified.

"What a coward," Zhao Long sneered.

How someone like him had won Su Hua’s affection was beyond comprehension.

Pathetic.

"I’m curious to see how she’ll handle Lin Xuan next," Zhao Long mused, his face alight with anticipation.

This was going to be even more entertaining than he’d imagined.

His eyes remained locked on Su Hua and Lin Xuan.

Su Hua stopped in front of Lin Xuan, who refused to meet her gaze. "H-Hua Bao, just... calm down..."

"Calm down?" Su Hua lifted his chin with her slender, jade-like fingers. "Little bed slave, are you scared now?"

Lin Xuan swallowed hard.

Of course he was scared. Su Hua was in full rage mode, and he’d provoked her.

At first, he hadn’t been too worried—figured she’d just beat him up at worst.

But after seeing how brutally she’d disposed of those women who’d tried to seduce him... yeah, things were bad.

"And yet, if you were so afraid, how could you dare to fool around with all these women?" Her voice was laced with bone-chilling frost.

Lin Xuan hesitated.

If he said Zhao Long had arranged them, Su Hua would go after him—and that would put her in danger.

But if he took the blame himself... he was dead.

So he stayed silent.

"You’ve been very naughty, little bed slave." Su Hua traced his lips with her fingers. "And naughty boys must be punished."

She bound him to the bed in a spread-eagle position with the rope.

Lin Xuan’s mind raced.

Was she really planning to keep him tied up like this—as her actual bed slave?

He frowned.

He still had to deal with the Shadow Organization later. How was he supposed to fight back like this?

Su Hua’s fingers trailed down from his brows, lingering over his chest.

Lin Xuan held his breath.

The subordinate’s frown deepened.

Wasn’t this position... a little too intimate?

Everyone in the room was staring, mesmerized by the striking pair—both so beautiful it was almost unfair.

No wonder Su Hua had fallen for Lin Xuan. He was ridiculously handsome.

Her delicate fingers drifted up to his throat, lingering there for a long moment.

Just as she was about to undo his shirt buttons, she noticed the others’ gazes.

Her frosty glare swept over them. "Get out."

Zhao Long assumed she wanted to deal with Lin Xuan privately—no audience for the execution.

"Su Hua," he said, rising from his chair with a smile. "Torture and murder are best enjoyed with company, don’t you think?"

He picked up a knife from the floor and offered it to her. "A man who betrays and uses you doesn’t deserve to live."

"Listen to me. Kill him yourself—with this blade."

"Do it, and you’ll understand how freeing it is to be rid of love. Kill him, and he’ll never trouble you again."

Just like on the island that day, Zhao Long coaxed her, urging her to end Lin Xuan’s life.

Su Hua took the knife and licked her lips.

Her gaze settled on Lin Xuan.

Wang Ba and the others tensed.

Oh no. Was she really going to kill the boss?

Wang Ba shot a look at the Golden Dragon Gang members.

They understood. Hands hovered over their guns.

No matter what, the boss’s safety came first—even if they weren’t fully prepared to take on the Shadows yet.

If Su Hua gave in to Zhao Long’s manipulation, they couldn’t just stand by.

The boss’s life was non-negotiable.

(Though they’d never dare raise a hand against Su Hua. Zhao Long, however, was fair game.)

The knife in Su Hua’s hand gleamed coldly under the light.

She studied Lin Xuan’s face.

Her little bed slave had betrayed her, had been ready to sleep with other women. She should kill him.

But... she couldn’t bring herself to.

Her little bed slave wasn’t allowed to die.

"Su Hua, kill him," Zhao Long pressed, still standing beside her. "End this chapter of your life."

Su Hua tightened her grip on the knife, her expression icy.

Telling her to kill her own bed slave?

How dare he.

She raised the blade, poised to strike.

"Yes, just like that," Zhao Long encouraged, pleased. "Do it. Now."

He kept pushing.

Zhao Long stood just out of arm’s reach, confident in his safety. Su Hua wouldn’t attack him, and even if she tried, he had enough distance to react.

What he didn’t know was that Su Hua was in the midst of an episode—and in this state, her speed and strength far surpassed normal.

"Did you arrange these women?" Su Hua asked slowly.

"Of course," Zhao Long admitted. "I handpicked every one of them for Lin Xuan." He added quickly, "It was for your sake, Su Hua. I was testing his loyalty."

"And look how it turned out. He wanted all of them."

He didn’t notice the deepening chill in her eyes as she licked her lips again.

Not only did he want her to kill her bed slave—he’d also sent those women to tempt him?

Oh, this was perfect.