Wang Ba's mind flashed with images of Liang Xiaoxia being tormented by Su Hua.
His body shuddered.
If he told the boss that Su Hua already knew his identity as the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang...
If Su Hua found out, his fate would likely be even worse than Liang Xiaoxia's.
The assassin known as "Ling" was infamous for her cruelty—her favorite pastime was making people wish for death, and when she had to kill, she ensured it was in the most agonizing way possible.
He absolutely couldn’t dare to disobey Su Hua.
"Su Hua, don’t worry, I swear I won’t breathe a word of it," Wang Ba assured.
After a pause, he couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Su Hua, why haven’t you told the boss that you know his identity?"
Su Hua’s crimson lips curled into a smirk, but she remained silent.
Because… she wanted to play a little role-playing game with Xuan.
And later, when she officially revealed his identity, she could use this as an excuse to lock him up in a dark room for a while.
"As for the Black Right Gang, the Golden Dragon Gang doesn’t need to intervene. Tomorrow, just report everything truthfully to Xuan," Su Hua instructed.
"Yes," Wang Ba replied respectfully.
Instead of returning to her room, Su Hua added, "Arrange an office for me."
"It’s so late—aren’t you going to rest, Su Hua?" Wang Ba frowned.
Su Hua: "I still have some company matters to handle."
"Understood. I’ll arrange it immediately."
Wang Ba led her to a room on the same floor.
"Su Hua, this room has a desk, chair, and computer," he said respectfully.
"Mm." Su Hua nodded.
"Then I’ll take my leave."
Wang Ba exited, closing the door behind him.
He glanced back at the room, puzzled.
Why had Su Hua stopped the Golden Dragon Gang from aiding the Black Right Gang?
And why was she still working so late?
A bold thought crossed his mind.
Could it be… that Su Hua was behind the attack on the Black Right Gang?
The more Wang Ba thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
Su Hua was the assassin "Ling"—it wasn’t impossible for her to have underground connections.
He called a subordinate. "Find out which gang is targeting the Black Right Gang."
"Right away."
As the subordinate turned to leave, he hesitated. "Second Boss, did you forget something?"
Wang Ba frowned. "What did I forget?"
The subordinate replied, "Sending men to help the Black Right Gang. They owe us a lot of money and weapons—shouldn’t we go collect?"
Not reclaiming their debts would be out of character for their Second Boss and the gang leader.
Wang Ba shook his head. "Leave it be."
What? Leave it?
The subordinate was baffled.
"Don’t ask questions. Just do as I say," Wang Ba ordered.
"Yes, sir." The subordinate reluctantly withdrew.
Inside the room, Su Hua sat at the desk, her fingers tapping lightly on the surface as she waited for news from Night Rose.
At the Black Right Gang’s villa, gunfire continued to ring out.
"Boss! Boss!"
A subordinate stumbled into Luo Fenhao’s room in a panic.
Luo Fenhao’s eyelids had been twitching nonstop. "What’s happening?"
"They’ve broken in! Many of our men are down—we can’t hold them off!" the subordinate cried.
"What?!" Luo Fenhao’s eyes widened.
He clenched his fists.
Who the hell had this kind of power to breach their defenses so quickly?
"Do you know who’s attacking us?" Luo Fenhao growled.
"I—I don’t know," the subordinate stammered.
The assailants wore plain clothes—how could they identify them?
Before long—
BANG!
The door to Luo Fenhao’s room was kicked open.
Jiang Qing stepped in, her face hidden behind a mask.
Her gaze locked onto Luo Fenhao.
"You’re Luo Fenhao, leader of the Black Right Gang?"
"That’s me." Luo Fenhao’s heart pounded, but he forced himself to stay composed. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"You’ll find out soon enough."
Jiang Qing looked him up and down, then clicked her tongue.
"Damn, the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader really did a number on you. Brutal."
Young Master Lin sure didn’t hold back.
"Besides beating you up, what else did he make you agree to?"
Having spent enough time around Su Hua, Jiang Qing was sharp at reading people.
She’d also observed Lin Xuan enough to know his tendencies.
She doubted Lin Xuan would just let Luo Fenhao off with a beating—there had to be more.
Letting him go so easily wasn’t Lin Xuan’s style.
"He demanded three billion and some weapons from the Black Right Gang. Why?" Luo Fenhao scowled.
It wasn’t like revealing this would hurt him.
Maybe these people just wanted money and weapons too—then they’d let him go.
If money could solve it, it wasn’t a problem.
As long as he survived, he could always earn it back.
Jiang Qing nodded inwardly.
Typical Lin Xuan.
"How much do you want?" Luo Fenhao asked.
"Sorry, but we’re not interested in money or weapons," Jiang Qing said with a smile.
"Then what do you want?" Luo Fenhao demanded.
Jiang Qing’s answer was chilling.
"We just want you."
"Come with us, Boss Luo."
Before he could react, Jiang Qing struck his neck with a swift chop.
Luo Fenhao crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
"Bag him and take him to Night Rose. As for the rest of the Black Right Gang, lock them up here and wait for further orders from the Alliance Leader," Jiang Qing commanded.
In the room, the subdued Black Right Gang subordinate’s eyes bulged.
Night Rose?!
Night Rose had personally come for their boss!
Had their boss offended someone in Night Rose?
Otherwise, why would they target him like this?
But he’d been by Luo Fenhao’s side the whole time—if the boss had crossed Night Rose’s higher-ups, he’d have known.
Frowning deeply, the subordinate couldn’t make sense of it.
Back at the Golden Dragon Gang’s base, Su Hua received Jiang Qing’s call.
"Alliance Leader, we’ve captured him," Jiang Qing reported. "I’ve sent a car to pick you up."
"Good. I’m on my way," Su Hua replied.
The bases of Night Rose and the Golden Dragon Gang in the Black Triangle were only thirty minutes apart.
Half an hour later, Su Hua arrived at Night Rose.
Luo Fenhao, still bound and gagged, had been dumped in the basement, the sack removed from his head.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
