Jiang Qing wore a face full of confusion. "President Su, didn’t Young Master Lin deal with the Black Right Gang today? Why are you still going after their leader?"
Moreover, she had seen Luo Fenhao’s photo.
He had been beaten so badly that even she felt a twinge of sympathy for him.
"Because he hurt Xuan," Su Hua said, pressing her lips together.
Jiang Qing: "!!!"
He actually dared to harm Young Master Lin? Did he have a death wish?
Though injuries were common in the world of gang fights, whenever Young Master Lin got hurt, President Su would be heartbroken.
President Su was definitely going to avenge him.
Jiang Qing silently lit three incense sticks for Luo Fenhao in her heart.
If Luo Fenhao fell into President Su’s hands, he’d be lucky to escape with half his life intact.
"Yes, President Su. I’ll make the arrangements immediately."
Jiang Qing hurried to Night Rose to handle things personally.
Dealing with the Black Right Gang was a small matter—Su Hua didn’t need to intervene herself.
Night Rose had many people gathered in the Black Triangle, originally prepared in case negotiations with the Golden Dragon Gang fell through and they had to resort to force.
But since the Golden Dragon Gang was no longer a concern, this manpower and firepower could now be redirected toward the Black Right Gang.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunfire erupted around the Black Right Gang’s villa.
Luo Fenhao was jolted awake by the noise.
"What’s going on?" he asked, frowning deeply.
One of his subordinates rushed in, panting.
"Boss, we’re under attack! The enemy has overwhelming numbers and firepower. We’re struggling to hold them off."
"What?"
Luo Fenhao’s eyes widened.
"Is it the Golden Dragon Gang?"
The subordinate shook his head. "Unlikely. If they wanted to take us down, they wouldn’t have let us go earlier tonight."
Luo Fenhao’s face paled. "If it’s not the Golden Dragon Gang, then who? Who else in the Black Triangle has this kind of strength?"
"Boss, there’s only one other gang in the Black Triangle with this kind of power," the subordinate said.
"Which one?" Luo Fenhao’s frown deepened.
"Night Rose," the subordinate answered truthfully.
"Night Rose?" Luo Fenhao’s expression darkened further.
"That’s impossible. We’ve never had any dealings with Night Rose. Why would they come after us?"
The subordinate stayed silent.
It was true—in Night Rose’s eyes, the Black Right Gang was just a minor faction. They hadn’t done anything to provoke them.
There was no reason for Night Rose to target them.
"If it’s not Night Rose, then we still have a chance to fight back and escape. But if it really is them… Boss, we won’t stand a chance," the subordinate said.
Luo Fenhao gritted his teeth. "I’ll deal with them myself."
He tried to get up from the bed, but a sharp pain shot through his leg, forcing him to his knees.
The subordinate quickly helped him up.
"Boss, you’re injured. You should rest. We’ll do everything we can to hold them off."
Luo Fenhao clenched his fists.
In his current state, he was in no condition to lead the defense.
If he went out now, he’d only be a burden, forcing his men to protect him instead of focusing on the fight.
Reluctantly, Luo Fenhao nodded. "Fine. Go, but be careful. Report back immediately if anything changes."
"Yes, Boss!"
The subordinate bowed and hurried out of the room.
Luo Fenhao massaged his temples.
No wonder his eyelids had been twitching all night—something bad was bound to happen.
He clasped his hands together in prayer.
Please, let us survive this crisis!
Meanwhile, at the Golden Dragon Gang’s base…
The gang members had also received news of the Black Right Gang’s attack and rushed to inform Wang Ba.
"We have to tell the boss about this," Wang Ba muttered, his brow furrowed.
After all, the Black Right Gang still owed them a substantial amount of money and weapons.
If the Black Right Gang fell, those debts would never be repaid.
Wang Ba strode to Lin Xuan’s room and raised his hand to knock—
"What are you doing here?"
A cold voice interrupted him.
Wang Ba turned to see Su Hua standing there, dressed in an elegant black cheongsam.
His eyes widened.
President Su?!
Wang Ba hesitated. He couldn’t tell her he was here about the Black Right Gang.
"Madam, I need to speak with Young Master Lin about an urgent matter," he said respectfully.
"Oh? What kind of matter?" Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
Wang Ba hesitated. "Well… it’s a private matter. I’m afraid I can’t disclose it."
Su Hua’s lips curved slightly. "Private? Does it involve a woman?"
"No, no! Young Master Lin is a man of principle. He would never be involved with another woman!" Wang Ba quickly denied.
He couldn’t let President Su misunderstand—if Young Master Lin found out, he’d be in deep trouble.
"If it’s not about a woman, then what is it?" Su Hua pressed.
"I… I…" Wang Ba stammered, unsure how to respond.
Su Hua knew that even if Wang Ba couldn’t tell Lin Xuan about the Black Right Gang, he’d still send men to assist them.
But now that she knew Lin Xuan was the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang, she didn’t want any conflict between the gang and Night Rose.
There was only one way to prevent it…
"You came here to tell Xuan that the Black Right Gang is under attack, didn’t you?" Su Hua said calmly.
Wang Ba froze. "President Su… how did you know?"
"Not just that. I also know that Xuan is the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang," she added.
Wang Ba: "!!!"
He doubted even Young Master Lin knew that his carefully hidden identity had been exposed so easily.
"President Su… how did you find out?" Wang Ba asked cautiously.
"Don’t forget—I’m Ling. That woman last night kept calling him ‘Boss.’ Was it really so hard to uncover his identity?"
Wang Ba suddenly understood.
He’d almost forgotten—President Su wasn’t just the CEO of a multinational corporation. She was also Ling, the infamous assassin who struck fear into the hearts of many.
"President Su, please don’t blame Young Master Lin for keeping this from you," Wang Ba said quickly. "He was afraid you’d worry."
"I know," Su Hua replied. "I don’t blame him."
In fact, she was relieved.
If Lin Xuan was the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang, she wouldn’t have to worry as much about him discovering her own identity as the leader of Night Rose.
"Make sure Xuan doesn’t find out that I know his secret," Su Hua ordered.
"And if he learns about it through you… you know the consequences."
Her voice carried a clear warning.
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