"Yes." In the darkness, the subordinate stumbled off to carry out Luo Fenhao's orders.
But with pitch-black surroundings where he couldn't even see his own hand, how was he supposed to locate the light switches and turn them on?
He could only pace around anxiously in the dark.
The moment anyone tried to pull out their phone for light, Lin Xuan swiftly snatched them away.
Luo Fenhao’s eyes widened.
What kind of speed was that?
He no longer dared to underestimate Lin Xuan. Initially, he had assumed Lin Xuan was just some ordinary member of the Golden Dragon Gang, but now it was clear—with skills like that, he must hold a high-ranking position.
Outside the base, a group of Golden Dragon Gang members stood guard, armed and ready for action.
One of them asked worriedly, "Second Boss, the gang leader is facing them alone right now. Shouldn’t we go in and—"
"No need," Wang Ba cut him off. "Our leader knows what he’s doing. He didn’t even flinch against the Shadow Organization, so a ragtag group like the Black Right Gang? Piece of cake."
Wang Ba had absolute faith in Lin Xuan.
"Besides, the boss said if we barged in, he might accidentally hurt us. Our best move is to stay put. If he needs us, he’ll send a signal."
"Got it."
Reassured by Wang Ba’s words, the subordinate relaxed.
Meanwhile, inside the house, the darkness was absolute.
The Black Right Gang subordinate felt a surge of panic. This wasn’t just a coincidence—something was about to happen.
"Boss, what should we do now?" the subordinate asked.
"Find that man first! He’s behind all this. Once we catch him, everything else will fall into place," Luo Fenhao barked.
"Yes, sir!"
The Black Right Gang members shouted in unison.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Trying to catch him?
Tsk, talk about wishful thinking.
He casually picked a target and threw a punch straight into the man’s right eye.
"Who the hell hit me?!"
The man clutched his eye, then suddenly realized. "It’s gotta be that Golden Dragon Gang guy! Boss, he’s here!"
Lin Xuan, wearing night-vision goggles, could see everything clearly.
With a wicked smirk, he delivered another punch—this time to the left eye.
"Ow, ow, ow!" the man howled.
Both eyes swollen? Much better.
Lin Xuan nodded in satisfaction.
But that wasn’t enough.
Gloved fist clenched, he drove a punch straight into the man’s lower abdomen.
"Gah—!" The man doubled over, clutching his stomach. "I’m done for, I’m done for!"
As the Black Right Gang members rushed toward the noise, Lin Xuan slipped away unnoticed.
They grabbed the nearest person, assuming it was him, and started beating him mercilessly.
"Think you’re tough, huh? Daring to set us up? You’ve got a death wish!"
"Ahhh—! Stop! It’s me, Lin Zaixi! I’m not from the Golden Dragon Gang!"
The attackers paused.
That did sound like Lin Zaixi. Had they messed up again?
"Check my earring if you don’t believe me!"
One of them felt the earring—a butterfly shape.
"He’s right. It’s Lin Zaixi. We got the wrong guy."
"Then where the hell is the Golden Dragon Gang bastard?"
They resumed their frantic search, confusion mounting.
Where was he hiding?
Meanwhile, the mastermind himself, Lin Xuan, stood with arms crossed, thoroughly entertained.
Not bad.
This was fun.
Since they’d stopped attacking each other, it was time to pick a new victim.
His gaze landed on Luo Fenhao. A smirk curled his lips.
Him it is.
Luo Fenhao was surrounded by bodyguards, but Lin Xuan yanked him straight out of the protective circle and tossed him into the crowd.
Then, he forced a pill down Luo Fenhao’s throat—a ten-minute speech inhibitor.
After setting the stage, Lin Xuan stepped back to watch.
"Shit! The boss is gone! Where’d he go?"
"Where’s the boss?!"
Panic erupted among the Black Right Gang.
Luo Fenhao was fully conscious—he knew the Golden Dragon Gang guy had targeted him. He had to make his men recognize him.
"Find the boss, now!"
They were still shouting when chaos took over.
"Mmmpfh! Mmm!" Luo Fenhao grabbed someone’s arm, desperate to communicate.
But thanks to the pill, no words came out.
The man shoved him away. "Get lost! Don’t waste my time!"
Sweat poured down Luo Fenhao’s face in frustration.
A minute later, Lin Xuan moved again.
He weaved through the crowd, delivering punches to every Black Right Gang member near Luo Fenhao.
They immediately grabbed their boss.
"Got you now, Golden Dragon scum!"
One hesitated. "Wait… are we sure this time?"
"Ask him, then."
Another demanded, "Who the hell are you?"
"Mmmpfh! Mmm!"
Still mute, Luo Fenhao’s face turned red with desperation.
In the darkness, with no voice, how could he prove his identity?
"Playing mute, huh?" Li Tian sneered. "News flash—we don’t have any mutes in our gang."
Luo Fenhao shook his head wildly. "Mmm! Mmm!"
He wasn’t mute—just drugged!
Li Tian declared, "See? This is the Golden Dragon guy! Too scared to talk because he knows we’ll kill him!"
"Let’s teach this arrogant bastard a lesson!"
"Damn right!"
They rolled up their sleeves and rained blows on Luo Fenhao.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Every punch landed hard.
"Mmmpfh!" Luo Fenhao curled up, shielding his head.
"Tell us—where’s our boss?!"
No answer.
"Fine. We’ll beat it out of you!"
The hits grew fiercer.
Lin Xuan stroked his chin, clicking his tongue.
He wondered how they’d react when they realized they were beating their own leader.
This was even better than he’d imagined.
Watching them turn on each other—now this was entertainment.
Excitement gleamed in Lin Xuan’s eyes.
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