Jiang Qing frowned.
Could this leader of the Golden Dragon Gang be someone Young Master Lin had hired to impersonate him?
That was entirely possible.
After all, meeting the leader of the Night Roses in their own territory was far too dangerous.
It made sense that Young Master Lin would send someone else in his place.
Su Hua curled her lips into a smile. "Leader Lin, I’ve long heard of your reputation."
"Someone, bring Leader Lin a chair," Su Hua ordered.
"Yes."
Soon, a chair was placed behind Lin Xuan and Wang Ba, and they took their seats.
The members of the Night Roses were stunned.
The alliance leader actually gave the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang a seat?
"What’s going on? Other gang leaders who come here don’t get the privilege of sitting—they all have to stand. Why is the alliance leader treating the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader so specially?"
"Maybe it’s because this leader is incredibly strong, so our alliance leader is showing him respect."
Jiang Qing also furrowed her brows tightly, unable to understand why Su Hua would treat this impostor with such favor.
Admiration?
Impossible.
No matter how much she admired someone, Su Hua never changed her ways.
Su Hua raised an eyebrow. "Leader Lin, you’ve got quite the nerve, daring to actually come to our Night Roses."
Lin Xuan shrugged. "Alliance Leader Su, you promised I’d leave the Night Roses unharmed. I trust you’re not the kind of person who goes back on your word."
"Besides, we came prepared. If you really break your promise and attack us here, it’ll only end in mutual destruction."
"Of course, if you don’t make a move, neither will we."
Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Leader Lin, are you threatening me?"
"I wouldn’t dare," Lin Xuan chuckled. "Just a friendly reminder."
Su Hua let out a light laugh. "Don’t worry, I keep my promises. I only invited you here for convenience."
Jiang Qing sighed in disappointment.
Since Young Master Lin hadn’t come himself, she wouldn’t get to see the spectacle of his true identity being exposed.
If Su Hua didn’t meet Young Master Lin in his role as the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader this time, who knew when she’d ever find out about this secret identity of his?
If the negotiations failed, the Night Roses and the Golden Dragon Gang would remain at odds.
Still, the man Young Master Lin had sent to impersonate him spoke in a tone eerily similar to his.
"Alliance Leader Su, let’s skip the small talk and get to the main point," Lin Xuan said.
He didn’t notice that Su Hua had been staring at him intently since he walked in.
"I came here today to discuss a potential partnership between the Night Roses and the Golden Dragon Gang," Lin Xuan continued.
"We’ve already outlined the terms. Today, we can go over them in detail."
"Wait."
Su Hua suddenly stood and walked over to him.
Her gaze lingered on Lin Xuan’s neck.
There it was—the faint bite mark she had left on her A-Xuan the night before.
Last night, worried that her A-Xuan—so outstanding and irresistible—might attract unwanted attention in her absence, she had marked him conspicuously on the neck to declare her claim.
Who knew it would now serve as proof of his identity?
From the moment he entered, she had suspected.
And the more they spoke, the more certain she became—this was her A-Xuan, disguised with a different voice and face.
The infamous leader of the Golden Dragon Gang.
Her A-Xuan had been hiding so many surprises.
And here she was, the leader of the Night Roses, while he led the Golden Dragon Gang.
What a perfect match.
Su Hua’s eyes curved slightly, amusement dancing in their depths.
This time, Lin Xuan noticed her intense stare.
There was something predatory in her gaze, laced with possessiveness.
His guard shot up immediately.
Why was the leader of the Night Roses staring at him like that?
Was she… interested in him?
Not that he was being conceited.
But the way she looked at him was undeniably unsettling.
Just as Lin Xuan was about to stand and put distance between them, Su Hua took a step back and raised a brow. "So, Leader Lin, what kind of partnership did you have in mind?"
Lin Xuan exhaled in relief. "We’ll return everything we took from the Night Roses—double the amount. From now on, our gang won’t compete with yours for anything. Your position as the top underworld faction remains untouched. All we ask is that we stay out of each other’s way, and if needed, lend a hand."
His goal was to strengthen his gang and eliminate all threats around his beloved Hua Bao. The title of underworld leader meant little to him.
Su Hua replied, "Leader Lin, you must have done your research. The Night Roses don’t forgive easily. By our standards, the Golden Dragon Gang should be crushed for stealing from us."
"But since you’re here with such sincerity, I might consider it—under one condition." A smirk played on her lips.
Lin Xuan frowned. "Name your terms."
As long as it wasn’t unreasonable, he’d agree.
"That is…" Su Hua stepped forward again, reaching out as if to tilt his chin up.
But before she could—
"Alliance Leader Su!"
Lin Xuan abruptly stood, putting space between them.
"Show some restraint."
His voice was icy.
If Hua Bao saw this, she’d be furious. He refused to be intimate with any woman other than her.
Su Hua’s lips curled further, amusement flashing in her eyes.
Lin Xuan caught the look and froze.
Those eyes… they reminded him of Hua Bao’s.
But her lips were different, her face shape wasn’t quite the same.
And there was no way Hua Bao could be the leader of the Night Roses. The resemblance was just a coincidence.
Su Hua tilted her head. "Leader Lin, you’re quite handsome—exactly my type. Your voice, your build, every part of you is… perfect."
At this, Jiang Qing, the Golden Dragon Gang members, and even the Night Roses all gaped in disbelief.
Lin Xuan’s expression darkened.
So he wasn’t imagining things—the leader of the Night Roses really did have designs on him.
"So my condition is this: Leader Lin, become my man. What do you say?"
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