Jiang Qing said with certainty, "Don't worry, Boss Su will be fine."
Since this was all an act, how could Boss Su possibly put herself in real danger?
Boss Su would never bear the thought of being separated from Young Master Lin by life and death.
"How can you be so sure?" Wang Ba's expression grew increasingly curious. "Do you also know medicine? Can you really tell Boss Su's condition just by looking, without even checking her pulse?"
"I know nothing about medicine," Jiang Qing shook her head.
"Then how did you figure out Boss Su is fine?" Wang Ba pressed.
Jiang Qing replied, "Intuition. A woman's intuition."
Wang Ba: "..."
Alright then.
A woman's intuition—sometimes it defies all logic.
Lin Xuan continued taking Su Hua's pulse.
As time passed, second by second,
finally,
the tension in Lin Xuan's expression eased.
The bullet was only a centimeter away from her heart, but thankfully, it hadn’t damaged it.
Inside the Shadow Organization’s hideout, there was a fully equipped medical room—the same one where Lin Xuan had been hypnotized to regain his memories.
Lin Xuan carried Su Hua all the way to the medical room and shut the door behind them.
The room was stocked with medical supplies, but Lin Xuan didn’t trust any of the Shadow Organization’s equipment. Instead, he retrieved his own supplies from his spatial storage, put on gloves, and called in someone who knew medicine.
The doctor from Night Rose frowned uneasily. "Secretary Jiang, are you sure you don’t want me to treat Boss Su?"
Jiang Qing smiled. "Don’t worry. Young Master Lin’s medical skills are even better than yours. With him here, Boss Su will be just fine."
The female doctor entered hesitantly, assisting Lin Xuan as his assistant.
Once the door closed,
Lin Xuan began the procedure—administering anesthesia, stopping the bleeding, extracting the bullet, and stitching up Su Hua’s wound.
"Forceps," Lin Xuan ordered.
"Right away."
The female doctor quickly placed a pair of forceps in his hand.
She watched in amazement.
Secretary Jiang had been right—Lin Xuan’s medical skills were exceptional. The precision and fluidity of his movements during the surgery surpassed even hers.
Incredible!
Come to think of it, wasn’t Young Master Lin a computer science major?
She had never heard of him having any medical expertise, yet here he was, performing like a seasoned surgeon.
She had initially assumed he was just a pretty face—well, not exactly, since he was a man. More like a "vase."
But now she realized—a man worthy of the Alliance Leader’s affection was no ordinary person.
After finishing the sutures, Lin Xuan finally let out a deep breath of relief.
Meanwhile, the members of the Golden Dragon Gang had already left.
They peeled off the lifelike masks from their faces, examining them with regret.
What a shame.
These were one-time-use disguises, effective for only two days. Once removed, they were no different from ordinary masks sold on the market.
"Our leader is truly remarkable," one gang member couldn’t help but marvel. "To lead us in wiping out the Shadow Organization in one strike—our reputation in the underground world is about to skyrocket again."
"Exactly! I thought taking on the Shadow Organization was suicide, but man, was I wrong. And boy, does it sting to admit it!"
Wang Ba straightened his back, swelling with pride.
Good thing he had trusted their leader from the start—otherwise, his face would’ve been stinging just as much.
"Now I’m kind of curious," one subordinate mused, stroking his chin. "If we go up against Night Rose, do we stand a chance?"
"A pretty good one, I’d say," another answered without hesitation. "Our leader can turn the impossible into legend."
Before, he had thought that if the leader of Night Rose took action, the Golden Dragon Gang wouldn’t stand a chance.
But after what happened with the Shadow Organization, he was starting to believe victory was possible.
If they could defeat Night Rose, they’d replace them as the most feared name in the international underworld.
"Our leader is just too amazing," another subordinate gushed, walking up to Wang Ba.
"Second Boss, thank goodness you lost to him back then. Otherwise, our gang might’ve disbanded by now—let alone be this powerful!"
Wang Ba glared at him.
Was this guy calling him useless?
Well… he wasn’t exactly wrong.
"Enough," Wang Ba took a deep breath. "Let’s head back and prepare. Now that the Shadow Organization’s dealt with, we should start planning for Night Rose."
"Second Boss, I don’t think we need to rush," the subordinate said. "We just need to stay on guard for now."
"Why?" Wang Ba frowned in confusion.
"Boss Su is injured, and it looks pretty serious," the subordinate explained. "Our leader will definitely stay by her side. He won’t have time to deal with Night Rose right now."
"True," Wang Ba nodded.
Come to think of it, Boss Su was "Ling," a fighter with extraordinary skills. If she joined the fight against Night Rose, their chances of winning would increase even more.
Not bad at all.
They could wait until Boss Su recovered.
"Oh, one more thing," another subordinate rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Second Boss, do we have any more of those masks?"
"Well…" Wang Ba frowned. "The leader gave me all he had. I’ll ask him later."
No denying it—those masks were incredibly useful. He wouldn’t mind having a few more himself.
"Second Boss, make sure to get plenty!" the subordinate grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wang Ba waved him off dismissively.
As the Golden Dragon Gang departed, Su Hua’s people remained at the Shadow Organization’s stronghold.
So did the one surviving subordinate of the Shadow Organization.
Jiang Qing entered the room where he was being held.
The subordinate clutched his chest, sitting up from the bed. "Well? Is Ling dead?"
"Why don’t you come see for yourself?" Jiang Qing sneered.
With a gesture, two shadow guards stepped forward, dragging the subordinate to the medical room.
There, he saw Su Hua lying peacefully on the bed, her complexion healthy—clearly out of danger.
The subordinate’s eyes widened in shock.
Ling… had survived.
Which meant the Shadow Organization had been completely destroyed, while Lin Xuan and Ling remained unharmed.
"How… how is this possible?" The subordinate shook his head in disbelief. "How is it that all of you are fine, but the Shadow Organization is gone?"
Resentment toward Zhao Long bubbled up inside him.
Why had their leader been so obsessed with watching the show? If he had realized earlier that Ling had never intended to harm Lin Xuan—that their earlier fight had just been foreplay—
And if he hadn’t approached Ling, he wouldn’t have been wounded, and the Shadow Organization wouldn’t have fallen like this!
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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
