Li Dongfeng, the leader of the Black Snake Gang, frowned as he looked at Old Liu’s bruised and battered face. “Old Liu, what happened to you?”
Old Liu forced an ugly smile. “Boss, I got beaten up.”
Lin Xuan hadn’t really hit him hard in the face.
Seeing him like this, it was probably Old Wang or some other gang members who, in the dead of night, mistook him for one of those “ghosts” and gave him a thorough beating.
Li Dongfeng had only asked casually just now and didn’t show much concern about Old Liu’s injuries.
He asked again, “Old Liu, how’s the task I assigned to you and Old Wang coming along?”
Their gang was already in decline.
Handling someone like Lin Xuan, a relatively easy but lucrative target, couldn’t afford any slip-ups.
Old Liu’s expression stiffened, and he replied respectfully, “Boss, I’ve already brought Lin Xuan here, right at the villa’s entrance.”
“All right, all right,” Li Dongfeng smiled faintly. “Bring him in.”
“Yes, sir.”
Old Liu answered respectfully. Before long, he led Lin Xuan to Li Dongfeng’s side.
Li Dongfeng sat in the main seat.
With a smile, he said, “Lin Xuan, don’t blame us for what we’re about to do. Someone paid us to cripple your legs and cut off your… well, you know.”
Hearing this, Lin Xuan was more certain than ever that Lin Li was behind this.
Crippling his legs was to prevent him from attending the family recognition banquet.
As for the other part, that twisted desire in Lin Li’s mind wanted to turn him into the same kind of eunuch.
“Lin Xuan, you still look so calm even now. Not bad, truly befitting the boss of Tianmu Group,” Li Dongfeng said, genuinely admiring Lin Xuan.
But when it comes to money, such admiration means little.
“Honestly, if I weren’t calm now, would I still be crying my eyes out?” Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and retorted.
Li Dongfeng laughed. “Lin Xuan, don’t worry. We’ll be quick about it, ending your pain as soon as possible.”
Li Dongfeng was still thinking about going to see his little lover, so he didn’t waste more time talking to Lin Xuan.
He raised his voice and ordered, “Take him downstairs and send photos to the client.”
Old Liu wiped a bead of sweat from Lin Xuan’s brow.
He feared that if anything happened to Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan’s men would take out their anger on him.
If the evidence of his wife’s crimes was handed over to the police, it would be the end for him.
Besides, during their time together, he found Lin Xuan to be quite honorable and worth associating with.
He didn’t want anything bad to happen to a man like that.
“Yes.”
Two men stepped forward, ready to restrain Lin Xuan.
At that moment, the rope binding Lin Xuan’s hands suddenly snapped for some unknown reason.
The rope fell to the ground.
The two Black Snake Gang members saw the rope drop but didn’t react much.
The rope fell, so what? Lin Xuan was already inside their stronghold; how could he possibly escape?
Just as they moved to grab him, a gust of wind swept through.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan vanished from their sight.
“Boss!”
The Black Snake Gang members looked at Lin Xuan with faces full of terror.
At this moment, Lin Xuan was standing right behind Li Dongfeng, holding a knife. The sharp blade was pressed against Li Dongfeng’s neck.
With just a slight squeeze from Lin Xuan, fresh blood would gush out from Li Dongfeng’s throat.
Li Dongfeng was still in shock.
How did Lin Xuan manage this?
How could his speed be so fast?
“W-what do you want to do?” Li Dongfeng’s voice trembled with fear.
Lin Xuan curled his lips into a smile. “Boss Li, don’t be so anxious. I’m here to talk about a partnership.”
“A partnership?” Li Dongfeng gritted his teeth and asked.
Calmly, Lin Xuan sheathed his knife.
“When I say partnership, I mean setting a trap for Lin Li,” Lin Xuan said.
“Lin Li?” Li Dongfeng frowned. “Who’s that?”
Their dealings had all been conducted through the dark web, with neither side knowing the other’s true identity.
Even the phone numbers they used to contact each other were private, impossible to trace.
Neither of them knew that the person who paid to have Lin Xuan crippled and emasculated was Lin Li.
Lin Xuan explained, “He’s the one who paid you to break my legs and turn me into a eunuch.”
At that moment,
One of the Black Snake Gang’s subordinates secretly pulled out a gun and aimed it at Lin Xuan.
With a bang, a bullet shot out, heading straight for Lin Xuan’s head.
Old Liu’s heart jumped. “Lin Xuan, watch out!” he shouted loudly.
Without anyone noticing when, Lin Xuan had already put on a glove.
When the bullet was still five centimeters from his head,
Lin Xuan’s hand actually caught the bullet—pinching it between his fingers.
Everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief, their mouths dropping open wide enough to fit a duck egg.
H-how did he do that?
They all thought Lin Xuan was surely dead, but not only did he dodge the bullet, he caught it effortlessly between his fingers.
It was the first time they had ever seen someone casually catch a bullet like that.
“Tsk,” Lin Xuan clicked his tongue lightly, casually tossing the bullet onto the ground.
The next second,
He threw the knife in his hand, and it landed squarely in the center of the head of the man who had just fired at him.
The man, with a knife sticking out of his skull, let out a dull thud and fell straight to the ground, lifeless.
The Black Snake Gang members glanced at Lin Xuan and, without speaking, took a step back.
This man looked weak and harmless, but his strength was terrifying.
Cold light gleamed in Lin Xuan’s eyes as he smiled. “Sneaky attackers are never good kids.”
If they’re not good kids, then they deserve to die.
Li Dongfeng couldn’t help but glance at Old Liu.
Old Liu had said he was beaten up, and the one who beat him should have been Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan’s gaze returned to Li Dongfeng. “Boss Li, now that the insignificant troublemaker is dealt with, let’s talk about our partnership.”
“Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself properly.”
Lin Xuan took out an object resembling a tiger tally.
“Do you recognize this?”
Lin Xuan had no intention of hiding his identity as the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang.
Whether others knew or not didn’t matter; the main thing was to keep it from Hua.
Everyone had always thought the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang was some mysterious figure, but the truth was, he rarely appeared in person.
He mostly assigned tasks to Wang Ba through his phone and computer.
“This… this is something belonging to the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang,”
Li Dongfeng’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Lin Xuan.
Could it be that he was the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang?
The Golden Dragon Gang was now the second most powerful gang after the Night Rose, their strength terrifying.
Their own Black Snake Gang wasn’t even ranked among the underground factions.
If the Golden Dragon Gang wanted to deal with them, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.
And yet, he had recklessly sent people to go up against the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang…
With a heavy thud,
Li Dongfeng’s knees slammed hard onto the ground.

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