The Alliance Leader Is Going Easy on Him

Wang Ba felt a surge of pride upon hearing their exclamations of awe.

Of course, who do you think their boss is?

The leader of their Golden Dragon Gang had transformed their once-struggling small gang into the renowned second-largest gang in just a year.

With such capability, how could he not be impressive?

Jiang Qing’s eyes remained fixed on the fight between Su Hua and Lin Xuan.

"Something’s off," she muttered, frowning.

"What’s off?" a subordinate asked curiously.

Jiang Qing replied, "I have a feeling the alliance leader is going easy on him."

No—more like she couldn’t bear to let her fists or kicks land on him.

Boss Su was acting this way because she didn’t want to hurt him.

Boss Su wasn’t the type to hold back, but Young Master Lin was the exception.

Was he really Young Master Lin?

Doubt crept into Jiang Qing’s mind again.

After all, Boss Su’s behavior around this man was no different from how she acted around Young Master Lin.

The only difference was that Boss Su kept a certain distance from this man, unlike with Young Master Lin, whom she couldn’t seem to stay away from.

"The alliance leader is going easy on him?" The subordinate frowned. "That can’t be right."

Jiang Qing didn’t explain further.

This was just her speculation—maybe she was wrong.

The match continued.

Five minutes later.

Lin Xuan’s hand closed around Su Hua’s throat.

"This… this…"

The members of Night Rose widened their eyes in shock.

"Our alliance leader… lost?"

"Seems like it…"

"I’ve never seen the alliance leader lose before. The leader of the Golden Dragon Gang is terrifyingly strong."

Lin Xuan promptly withdrew his hand from Su Hua’s throat.

Su Hua smiled. "This round, I lose."

Lin Xuan replied impassively, "This round doesn’t count."

The Golden Dragon Gang subordinates grew anxious at his words.

"We finally managed to beat Night Rose—how can it not count?"

Wang Ba said firmly, "If the boss says it doesn’t count, there must be a reason."

He knew his boss wanted to win—he wouldn’t dismiss a victory unless there was a good reason.

Su Hua raised an eyebrow. "Leader Lin, what do you mean? Why doesn’t it count?"

Lin Xuan answered, "I know the Night Rose Alliance Leader held back."

Su Hua frowned.

She hadn’t held back—she simply knew he was her A-Xuan, and she was afraid of accidentally hurting him, so she had been cautious.

"Since you didn’t give it your all, my win doesn’t count. Alliance Leader, let’s have another match later—and this time, go all out," Lin Xuan said.

He disliked winning unfairly.

Su Hua’s brows furrowed.

Even if they fought again, knowing A-Xuan’s strength, she would still hold back.

"Then let’s change the competition," Su Hua suggested.

"Fine. You decide, Alliance Leader," Lin Xuan agreed.

"Alright."

Su Hua nodded. "Leader Lin, let’s take a short break first."

Su Hua went to get a drink of water and took out her phone.

"A-Xuan, what are you doing now?" she texted Lin Xuan.

Just as she expected, Lin Xuan soon pulled out his phone as well.

Su Hua smirked.

So it really is A-Xuan.

Lin Xuan replied: [Just finished handling some matters. Back at the hotel now.]

Su Hua’s lips curled.

A-Xuan really knows how to put on an act.

[A-Xuan, can you send me a photo? I want to see where you are right now.]

Lin Xuan frowned.

Now wasn’t a good time for photos—this was a training ground. He couldn’t let Hua Bao see him in the middle of a fight.

[Hua Bao, I’m busy right now. Can’t take a photo.]

Su Hua quickly replied:

[Oh? Can’t take one? What’s stopping you? Or… are there too many women around? Afraid I’ll find out?]

Su Hua smirked.

Teasing A-Xuan was always fun.

Lin Xuan’s frown deepened.

Hua Bao had always been insecure. If he didn’t send a photo, she’d definitely overthink things.

But if he did…

There wasn’t a suitable place to take one here.

Abruptly, Lin Xuan stood and walked over to Su Hua.

"Alliance Leader, do you have any rooms here—like a hotel suite? I need to handle something," he said.

A glint of amusement flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.

She turned to one of the Night Rose members. "Take him."

"Yes."

The member led Lin Xuan to a room.

The room was well-furnished.

Click.

Click.

Lin Xuan took several photos and sent them to Su Hua.

[Hua Bao, I’m back at my place now. I’m staying in a villa.]

[Good. I have things to handle too. A-Xuan, remember to rest early.]

Su Hua didn’t expose him—she had only asked to tease him.

[Alright, Hua Bao. You rest early too.]

After sending the message, Lin Xuan let out a relieved sigh.

Thankfully, Hua Bao didn’t press further.

He put his phone away and returned to the competition area.

"Alliance Leader, what’s the next event?" Lin Xuan asked.

Su Hua answered, "Shooting."

"Fine." Lin Xuan nodded.

Su Hua’s lips curved into a faint smile.

She had arranged this to gauge A-Xuan’s skills—and to see just how much he was hiding from her.

"Someone, give Leader Lin a gun," Su Hua ordered.

"Alliance Leader, that might not be wise. What if he—" uses it against you.

Before the subordinate could finish, Su Hua shot him a cold glare.

"Do as I say," she commanded sharply.

"Yes." The subordinate had no choice but to comply, handing Lin Xuan a pistol.

"Leader Lin, here you go."

Lin Xuan took the gun.

He raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you afraid I might use this against you, Alliance Leader?"

Su Hua replied, "I trust Leader Lin’s character."

"Alliance Leader, we’ve only just met today. How can you be so sure of my character?" Lin Xuan frowned.

Su Hua smiled faintly but didn’t answer.

Of course, it was because she knew he was her A-Xuan.

Her A-Xuan always kept his promises.

"Leader Lin, let’s begin," Su Hua said.

"Alright."

They moved to the shooting range.

Wang Ba wasn’t worried at all—their boss was unbeatable.

Night Rose was strong, but they might not be a match for their leader.

Lin Xuan and Su Hua each stood before a target.

The Night Rose members whispered among themselves.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Definitely our alliance leader. She’s the best—no one’s ever beaten her before."

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