Jiang Qing spoke again, "Boss Su, these are my thoughts on the Golden Dragon Gang. Now it’s up to you to decide."
Finally, Jiang Qing added, "Of course, the main thing is that the Golden Dragon Gang is very powerful. I’m afraid you might get hurt, and Young Master Lin would be heartbroken. So, I think negotiating with them is the best option."
Su Hua pressed her lips together and remained silent.
Indeed, she was afraid something might happen to her... Facing the Golden Dragon Gang, she didn’t have a 100% chance of winning.
Su Hua didn’t respond to Jiang Qing, and Jiang Qing couldn’t decipher anything from her expression.
Oh well.
She’d take it one step at a time. If things really went south, she could always tell Boss Su that Young Master Lin was actually the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang.
This couple really loved hiding their true identities from each other.
Jiang Qing couldn’t help but shake her head.
No wonder they were so perfect for each other.
Black Triangle.
Wang Ba kept looking around, waiting impatiently for Lin Xuan to arrive.
"Second Master, do you think the boss might be skipping out again to spend time with his girlfriend?" one of his trusted subordinates, who knew about their plan to deal with Night Rose, couldn’t help but ask.
"That shouldn’t be the case," Wang Ba frowned. "Our boss isn’t that kind of person."
The subordinate sighed, "Second Master, are you really sure about that?"
Wang Ba had no rebuttal.
It did seem likely that the boss had gotten tied up with Boss Su and had no time to deal with gang affairs.
After all, in the boss’s heart, Boss Su’s importance far outweighed the Golden Dragon Gang.
He had waited so long for the boss to finally take action against Night Rose—this couldn’t fall apart now.
Wang Ba silently prayed in his heart.
"Second Master, maybe you could advise the boss to prioritize his career a bit more."
Wang Ba shot him a glance. "You think I haven’t tried? The boss is stubborn—what can I do?"
"Then maybe you could talk to Boss Su instead," the subordinate suggested again.
Wang Ba scoffed. "You want me to advise Boss Su? How about you try?"
The subordinate choked.
"Boss Su is terrifying. I wouldn’t dare."
Wang Ba smirked. "Exactly."
Boss Su was only gentle with Young Master Lin. To everyone else, she was downright intimidating.
He wasn’t about to risk angering her.
Besides, Boss Su was Ling—the assassin who struck fear into the entire underworld.
If he dared to lecture her, he might wake up dead one day.
"Ah," the subordinate sighed.
"How can someone as capable and talented as our boss be such a hopeless romantic?"
If the boss had spent even half the time he devoted to Boss Su on expanding the Golden Dragon Gang, they would’ve already been the most powerful organization in the underworld.
For the next while, Wang Ba kept glancing at the clock on the wall.
Su Hua had just boarded her flight when she sent Lin Xuan a message:
[Ah Xuan, where are you now?]
Lin Xuan replied instantly: [I’ll be in M Country soon. Hua Bao, even on your business trip, remember to eat and rest on time, okay?]
Su Hua nodded. [Mm.]
After waiting a moment and receiving no further messages, she put her phone away.
Closing her eyes, Su Hua began to rest.
The upcoming confrontation with the Golden Dragon Gang might be a tough battle—she needed to be at her best.
She couldn’t afford to let anything happen to herself.
At 4 PM, Lin Xuan finally arrived at Black Triangle.
"Second Master, the boss is here!" A subordinate rushed in to report.
Wang Ba’s eyes lit up, his excitement impossible to hide.
"Finally!"
"Thank goodness."
After waiting so long, he’d almost thought the boss was going to cancel.
"It looks like the boss really is going after Night Rose this time!"
Wang Ba hurried to the entrance to greet Lin Xuan.
"Boss, long time no see." His smile was obsequious.
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded.
Once inside the main hall, the gang members’ eyes fell on Lin Xuan, filled with admiration.
Their boss looked like an ordinary pretty boy—who would’ve guessed he was this formidable?
Marksmanship, martial arts—he excelled in every combat skill.
His decision-making for the gang was also top-tier.
Thankfully, Lin Xuan was their leader. Otherwise, the Golden Dragon Gang would still be a declining small-time faction, not the powerhouse it was today.
"Boss, this is your seat. Please." Wang Ba ushered Lin Xuan to the head chair.
"Mm."
Lin Xuan took his seat.
Wang Ba cheerfully poured him a cup of tea.
"So, Boss, have you figured out how to deal with Night Rose?"
"Mm, I have." Lin Xuan nodded.
"Boss." Wang Ba suddenly straightened, speaking loudly. "This time, we’ve gathered 180 men, along with firearms and ammunition—everything’s ready. We’re at your command."
"Good job." Lin Xuan acknowledged.
If things really escalated, these men would be useful.
"Has Night Rose arrived yet?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Not yet," Wang Ba shook his head.
"Then we’ll wait a bit longer before acting." Lin Xuan said.
"Boss." Wang Ba frowned in confusion. "With Night Rose absent, shouldn’t we strike now? Our chances would be better."
"Who said anything about fighting?" Lin Xuan replied.
Wang Ba’s brows furrowed. "If not fighting, then why are you—"
"I’m here to negotiate." Lin Xuan stated.
If negotiations failed, then they’d fight.
Wang Ba: "!!!!"
For months, he’d been dreaming of clashing with Night Rose.
Now, after all this waiting, the boss just wanted to talk?
"Wait, Boss," Wang Ba protested. "Night Rose is the top gang in the underworld. We’re the ones threatening their position—they’d love to wipe us out. There’s no way they’ll negotiate!"
Lin Xuan said, "We won’t know unless we try."
He wasn’t confident about defeating Night Rose either.
Negotiation was the most sensible choice.
"But, Boss—" Wang Ba tried to argue further.
Lin Xuan raised a hand to cut him off. "My decision’s final. No more discussion."
Wang Ba’s heart sank like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on it.
So the boss really wasn’t planning to use force against Night Rose.
If they negotiated, didn’t that mean the Golden Dragon Gang would always be second to Night Rose?
Still, the boss must have his reasons—maybe he believed their gang couldn’t match Night Rose and chose negotiation as the safer path.
But he still wanted to know why the boss had ultimately decided on talks.
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