How I Deal with Her

"Miss, please come with me."

Wang Ba respectfully extended his hand.

Su Hua's gaze returned to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan felt uneasy under her stare.

"Hua... Hua Bao, wh-what's wrong?" Lin Xuan stammered.

"This room smells like another woman. I don’t like it," Su Hua said.

Wang Ba immediately replied deferentially, "Miss, don’t worry. I’ll arrange another room for this gentleman right away."

"Mm." Su Hua nodded.

"One more thing." She then rose on her tiptoes, her breath warm against Lin Xuan’s ear as she whispered, "Wait for me in the room. Be good."

With that, Su Hua followed Wang Ba out of the hotel room.

Wang Ba wiped the sweat from his forehead.

What kind of mess was this?

President Su had suddenly arrived without any warning.

And worse—

He had caught Liang Xiaoxia trying to seduce the gang leader right under their noses.

If Su Hua found out Liang Xiaoxia was a member of the Golden Dragon Gang, she would undoubtedly force Lin Xuan to leave the gang.

No way!

Lin Xuan was the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang. There was absolutely no way Su Hua could find out.

Liang Xiaoxia had been taken to another room.

Wang Ba escorted Su Hua inside.

"Miss, Liang Xiaoxia is here. Please, after you."

Liang Xiaoxia lay on the floor, bound and gagged.

"Mmph—!"

She glared at Su Hua, her eyes burning with resentment.

This woman only had Lin Xuan’s affection because she’d met him first.

If she, Liang Xiaoxia, had more time with him, he would’ve fallen for her instead!

She couldn’t accept this.

If the gang leader loved her, this woman wouldn’t dare act so high and mighty in front of her.

Su Hua scanned the room, then frowned.

"Is your hotel on the white side or the black side?" she asked.

Wang Ba hesitated before answering, "A little on the black side."

"Miss, you know how it is in the Black Triangle. With gangs running wild, staying completely clean is impossible if you want to survive here. Right?"

"If it’s black, then I assume I can deal with her using... bloody methods?" Su Hua’s voice was icy.

"Of course," Wang Ba said, remembering her identity as an assassin. "Even if you kill her, it’s fine. In the Black Triangle, lives are cheap."

"Good. Then gather all your hotel staff—especially the women. Bring them to the lobby. And her—" Su Hua pointed at Liang Xiaoxia, "—drag her down there too."

Wang Ba was curious about Su Hua’s intentions but obeyed without question.

"Yes, Miss. I’ll arrange it immediately."

Every member of the Golden Dragon Gang, except the male security personnel, was assembled in the lobby.

Confused murmurs spread among them.

"Why did Second Boss call us here? Something important?"

"Must be. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gathered everyone like this."

"Hey, isn’t that Liang Xiaoxia?"

Their eyes fell on the bound woman lying on the floor.

"Why is Liang Xiaoxia tied up like that? What did she do?"

"No idea."

None of them, except Liang Xiaoxia’s close friend Little Qing, could guess why she’d been captured.

"Little Qing, you’re friends with Liang Xiaoxia, right? Do you know what she did?" one gang member asked impatiently.

Little Qing shook her head. "I don’t know either."

Su Hua strode forward.

Wang Ba, wearing a mask, personally carried a chair for her. "Miss, please sit." His smile was obsequious.

Su Hua took her seat.

The gang members buzzed with whispers.

"Damn, is that woman for real? Who is she?"

"You don’t know? That’s our gang leader’s girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? I heard she was just some ordinary businesswoman. But her presence is terrifying!"

Jiang Qing hadn’t followed Su Hua to confront Lin Xuan, but she had already pieced together what happened.

Silently, she lit a metaphorical candle for Liang Xiaoxia.

Dressing provocatively to seduce Young Master Lin?

And now being made an example of by President Su?

Liang Xiaoxia was done for.

"Miss, nearly all our staff are here. The hotel is at fault, so whatever you wish to do, we’ll support it," Wang Ba said.

Su Hua remained silent.

She stood and walked toward Liang Xiaoxia, looking down at her with cold dominance.

"You resent me, don’t you? You can’t accept that I’m the one by Xuan’s side."

Liang Xiaoxia couldn’t speak, only glaring furiously at Su Hua.

Fox spirit!

This woman must have seduced the gang leader with her cunning charms!

Noticing the expression on Liang Xiaoxia’s face, Su Hua raised an eyebrow. She bent down and pulled the rag stuffed in Liang Xiaoxia’s mouth out.

“You fox spirit, you’re not worthy of him! He needs a strong woman by his side, not some delicate, pitiful canary like you!” Liang Xiaoxia shouted.

Su Hua scoffed. “Whether I’m worthy or not isn’t for you to decide.”

The members of the Golden Dragon Gang finally understood what was happening after hearing their exchange.

So this Liang Xiaoxia had tried to seduce the gang leader, only to be caught by his girlfriend.

The gang leader loved his girlfriend so much—how dare Liang Xiaoxia try to tempt him? She was practically asking to be crushed.

None of the Golden Dragon Gang members felt any sympathy for her.

Right now, many gangs were eyeing their leader, hoping to lure him away from the Golden Dragon Gang.

Their priority was to keep him happy and satisfied.

And here was Liang Xiaoxia, trying to seduce him?

Wasn’t she just ruining their reputation and pushing him toward other gangs?

“Do you know martial arts?” Su Hua asked casually.

“That’s right, I do!” Liang Xiaoxia replied, pride lacing her voice.

She was an orphan and had learned early on to rely only on herself.

Later, by chance, she joined the Black Tiger Gang and threw herself into relentless martial arts training.

Though she was a woman, her combat skills ranked within the top ten of the gang.

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