"Leader of the Dark Night Alliance, are you sure you don’t want to read through it all?" Lin Xuan asked with a frown.
"No need," Su Hua replied. "I trust Leader Lin’s character. You wouldn’t deceive us."
The members of the Night Rose grew restless upon hearing Su Hua’s words.
Given the Golden Dragon Gang’s actions over the past year, their leader was notoriously cunning.
How could their alliance leader trust him so easily?
"Leader…"
One of the Night Rose members couldn’t hold back and tried to speak up.
But before they could finish, Jiang Qing cut in sharply, "Can’t you see the leader is discussing cooperation with Leader Lin? Whatever it is, wait until they’re done."
"Yes," the member reluctantly stepped back, sighing internally.
Ugh. Love-struck fools are hopeless.
With a leader like this, the Night Rose might wake up one day to find itself taken over by the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader without even realizing it.
Seeing that the Dark Night Rose had no intention of reviewing the terms, Lin Xuan didn’t press further.
Why bother if she won’t read it?
The priority was wrapping up the negotiation and leaving.
Lin Xuan nodded. "In that case, let’s sign."
Su Hua picked up the document and signed her name.
A smile finally broke across Lin Xuan’s face. "Leader of the Dark Night Alliance, a pleasure doing business."
"Likewise," Su Hua acknowledged with a nod.
As Lin Xuan left and got into his car, he stared intently at the contract.
Wang Ba, curious, asked, "Boss, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing. I just had a thought—the Dark Night Rose reminds me of Hua Bao," Lin Xuan admitted.
"The Dark Night Rose is your girlfriend?" Wang Ba’s first reaction was disbelief.
"How could it be such a coincidence? Boss, men’s intuition isn’t reliable. Don’t trust your gut on this. Besides, if she loved you so much, why would she flirt with other men?"
Lin Xuan nodded. "That’s what I thought too. But I couldn’t shake the suspicion, so I checked her signature on the contract. Her handwriting is completely different from Hua Bao’s. She can’t be her."
"Of course she isn’t. Was there ever any doubt?" Wang Ba said confidently.
"Boss, let it go. Tonight, we celebrate—our successful collaboration with the Night Rose!" Wang Ba exclaimed excitedly.
Even if they hadn’t defeated the Night Rose, securing this partnership meant other underground factions would still treat the Golden Dragon Gang with respect. Not a bad deal.
"Alright."
Lin Xuan set the contract aside, putting the matter of whether Su Hua was the Dark Night Rose out of his mind.
Meanwhile, the Night Rose members watched Lin Xuan’s departing figure with mixed feelings.
"The Golden Dragon Gang has been too arrogant lately. I was hoping our leader would teach them a lesson this time. Instead, she struck a deal with them—and seems smitten with their leader."
"I actually think cooperation isn’t a bad idea. Did you see the Golden Dragon Gang leader’s strength? If we’d clashed, the Night Rose might not have come out on top."
"Exactly. It could’ve been mutual destruction. This way, both sides benefit."
"Let's wait and see. Maybe the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang really could become our alliance leader's man. By then, wouldn’t the Golden Dragon Gang belong to our Night Rose?"
"Right, right. That would be perfect."
Jiang Qing overheard their conversation and couldn’t help but think to herself.
Not in the future—right now, the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang had already become Su Hua’s man.
But in the end, it wouldn’t be the Golden Dragon Gang merging into Night Rose. Instead, Night Rose might become part of the Golden Dragon Gang.
It all depended on just one word from Young Master Lin.
If Lin Xuan said he wanted Night Rose, Su Hua would obediently hand it over to him without hesitation.
"Boss Su, should we prepare to return?" Jiang Qing asked.
Su Hua instructed, "Keep a close eye on Ah Xuan’s movements. The moment he returns, we’ll head back to the country immediately."
"Understood," Jiang Qing replied.
After withdrawing, she immediately sent people to monitor Lin Xuan’s every move.
Lin Xuan returned to the Golden Dragon Gang’s base.
His subordinates eagerly asked, "Boss, how did it go? Did we reach an agreement with Night Rose?"
If they could secure a partnership, that would be ideal.
If not, at worst, it would come down to a fight. With their boss’s incredible skills, under his leadership, the Golden Dragon Gang might not lose to Night Rose.
Lin Xuan answered, "We’ve already reached a cooperation agreement."
"That’s great!"
The members of the Golden Dragon Gang broke into relieved smiles.
"The boss is amazing. As long as he takes action, nothing is impossible."
"Thank goodness the boss is leading us. Otherwise, the Golden Dragon Gang would surely decline."
The gang members admired Lin Xuan to no end.
Lin Xuan showed no reaction to their praise and flattery.
He was long accustomed to such words—nothing to get excited about.
Last night, a certain little temptress had teased him so much that he couldn’t sleep.
He felt like he needed a good rest.
Lin Xuan entered his room and sent Su Hua a message:
"Hua Bao, I’ve finished the negotiations and am back at the hotel. I’m going to sleep for a while."
Su Hua raised an eyebrow when she saw the message.
Lin Xuan never rested unless he was exhausted.
It seemed her actions last night had quite an effect on him.
"Alright, Ah Xuan, get some rest."
She put her phone away.
Lin Xuan lay comfortably on the bed and closed his eyes.
Within minutes, he was fast asleep—and soon, he began dreaming. A dream of the steamy variety.
In the dream, Hua Bao was like a little siren, luring him step by step into a sea of flowers.
The two of them sank into the grass…
Outside the room, Wang Ba was surrounded by Golden Dragon Gang members.
"We heard the boss had a showdown with Night Rose. Since we’ve partnered up, that means our boss won, right? Second Boss, tell us—how did the boss beat Night Rose?"
Night Rose was notoriously skilled, a figure who struck fear into others.
Yet their boss had managed to outmatch her.
Just saying it out loud was a point of pride.
Wang Ba perked up at the question and eagerly shared, "Actually, they only competed in one round—shooting. In marksmanship, the boss outperformed Night Rose. But to be fair, she didn’t lose by much—just missed one bullet."
"In the second round of the competition, the event was horseback riding. However, Midnight Rose got bitten by a snake, so the match naturally couldn't proceed."
"And then what?" The members of the Golden Dragon Gang listened intently.
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