When Our Gang Leader

Lin Xuan took the gun from Luo Fenhao's hand and raised an eyebrow. "Is this gun fun to play with?"

"This gun isn’t meant to be played with like that," Lin Xuan said, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"You know what?"

He tapped Luo Fenhao’s face lightly with the barrel of the gun.

Luo Fenhao was pinned to the ground under Lin Xuan’s foot, unable to move.

Gritting his teeth, he spat out, "If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with."

Lin Xuan chuckled. "Relax, we don’t have some blood feud. I’m not going to kill you."

"I just want to have a little fun with you."

The members of the Black Right Gang, seeing their leader captured, were gripped with fear.

"Run! Get out of here!"

They shouted in panic.

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.

Did they really think they could escape?

Clap clap clap—

He clapped his hands, and the doors of the building slammed shut.

"What’s happening? Why did the doors close?"

A wave of terror surged through the Black Right Gang members.

Lin Xuan scoffed. "Did I say you could leave?"

Thud—

One by one, the gang members dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.

"Sir, we’re sorry! We were wrong! We shouldn’t have overestimated ourselves and tried to steal from the Golden Dragon Gang!"

"Please, spare us!"

Trapped like rats in a cage, they had no choice but to plead for their lives.

Thump thump thump—

Some even started kowtowing.

"Sir, please let us live! We’ll do anything if you spare us!"

Luo Wenhao also wanted to beg for mercy.

But as the leader of the Black Right Gang, if he groveled, how would his men ever respect him again?

Lin Xuan smirked and lifted his foot.

"Don’t worry, I’m not here to take your lives."

Hearing this, the gang members collectively exhaled in relief.

If they weren’t going to die, that was good enough.

"Then, sir… what do you want us to do?" one of them asked, trembling.

Lin Xuan tilted his head. "Nothing major. I just need you all to help me practice my martial arts."

That was all?

The gang members sighed in relief.

"Of course, sir! We’ll gladly spar with you!"

Even those still groaning in pain struggled to their feet.

They had no choice—if they refused, they feared this monstrously skilled man might just kill them anyway.

Lin Xuan nodded. "Come at me together. Use everything you’ve got. No holding back."

"Yes, sir!"

The Black Right Gang members obeyed without hesitation.

Having witnessed Lin Xuan’s skills firsthand, they didn’t dare scheme anything else.

They could only resign themselves to being his training partners.

But soon, they realized they weren’t sparring—they were human punching bags.

This man was insane. Despite their numbers, including some highly skilled fighters, they couldn’t land a single hit.

Thud thud thud—

Fists pounded into flesh relentlessly.

One after another, the gang members collapsed, their faces twisted in agony.

This was terrifying.

They had thought he was letting them off easy, but this "training" was worse than death.

At times, they even wished he’d just kill them outright.

Nearby, Wang Ba checked his watch.

"It’s time. Let’s head to the base as planned."

"Yes!"

The Golden Dragon Gang members were buzzing with excitement.

They couldn’t wait to see what had happened inside.

Meanwhile—

Luo Wenhao had also joined the "training."

His eyes gleamed with excitement.

This man’s combat prowess was unreal.

If he could lead the Black Right Gang…

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Lin Xuan’s fist slammed into his stomach.

Lin Xuan suddenly frowned.

Luo Wenhao noticed the blood on Lin Xuan’s hand and panicked.

How could he forget? His outfit was specially designed—there was a hidden blade inside.

Shit.

If the blade had cut him, would he think it was an assassination attempt?

Luo Fenhao’s voice shook with fear.

"My apologies, sir! I forgot about the blade!"

Lin Xuan calmly applied medicine to the wound and wrapped it with gauze.

"It’s fine."

He could tell it wasn’t intentional.

By now, the Black Right Gang members were sprawled across the floor, moaning in pain.

It hurt.

So damn much.

His strikes were brutal, and dodging was impossible.

They’d rather die than keep "training" with this monster.

"Sir," Luo Wenhao ventured cautiously, "with skills like yours, staying with the Golden Dragon Gang is a waste of your talent."

Lin Xuan glanced at him. "And?"

Luo Fenhao grinned. "I’d like to invite you to join the Black Right Gang. We were once a major force—just took a break from the underworld for a while. Now we’re back."

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have targeted the Golden Dragon Gang to climb the ranks.

"Sir, we have potential. Joining us would be a smart move."

His smile was almost predatory, like a con artist luring a mark.

The battered gang members nodded eagerly.

Yes! This man should join them!

With him, the Black Right Gang would rise to new heights.

They suspected the Golden Dragon Gang’s meteoric rise—from a struggling small gang to the second most powerful in just a year—was largely his doing.

"Sorry, but I have no interest in joining your gang," Lin Xuan said coldly.

"Don’t reject us so quickly," Luo Fenhao pressed. "The offer is tempting."

"Oh?" Lin Xuan arched a brow. "Do tell. What’s the first condition?"

Luo Fenhao held up a finger. "First—ten million dollars."

Lin Xuan didn’t even blink.

Money was the last thing he lacked.

"If there’s a first, there must be a second. What’s your next offer?" Lin Xuan asked.

Luo Fenhao grinned. "Leadership of the Black Right Gang."

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