"Bunch of idiots," Luo Fenhao spat out with all his remaining strength.
"That voice..."
The Golden Dragon Gang member who had earlier doubted Luo Fenhao's identity widened his eyes.
"You're the boss?"
"Boss?" The other Black Right Gang members frowned. "No way. How could the boss get beaten up this badly?"
"I recognize his voice—it's definitely the boss," the man insisted.
No wonder he had found him familiar earlier—he was the boss!
Hearing this, the Black Right Gang members scrutinized Luo Fenhao's bruised and bloodied face more carefully.
Sure enough, they could now connect that battered face to Luo Fenhao's.
"Holy shit, it really is the boss!"
"Must be those bastards who attacked us! Damn them, how dare they treat our boss like this? If I ever find out who did it, I’ll make sure they regret it!"
Just then, the subordinate who had heard Jiang Qing mention "Night Rose" earlier stepped forward.
With a grimace, he said, "It was Night Rose."
The crowd gasped. "!!!"
Night Rose?!
The man who had been shouting about revenge just moments ago slapped his own mouth.
Night Rose—he knew better than to mess with them.
Whatever he’d said earlier? Consider it void.
"What happened? When did our boss offend Night Rose?" another member asked, frowning.
The subordinate shook his head. "No idea. But forget that for now—the most urgent thing is getting the boss medical help."
Luo Fenhao, barely clinging to life, let out a relieved sigh.
At least his moronic subordinates finally remembered him.
Meanwhile, the Golden Dragon Gang member sent by Wang Ba to gather intel witnessed the scene and hurried back to report.
"Second Master."
He entered Wang Ba’s quarters.
Wang Ba had been waiting anxiously for news, sleeping lightly. At the sound of the voice, he immediately sat up.
"Well? Any updates on the Black Right Gang’s boss? Is he alive? Still held by Night Rose?"
He couldn’t stop thinking about the three billion and the cache of weapons Luo Fenhao had promised the Golden Dragon Gang.
If Luo Fenhao died, that fortune would vanish.
"Second Master, Night Rose returned Luo Fenhao to the Black Right Gang—but he’s in pretty rough shape," the subordinate answered respectfully.
Wang Ba exhaled in relief.
If he was back, that was good enough.
"You said he’s in bad shape—how bad?" Wang Ba pressed, curiosity piqued.
The subordinate replied, "Beaten so badly you can barely recognize him. Covered in blood, clothes torn, lying there half-dead."
"At first, the Black Right Gang almost didn’t realize it was him—they nearly buried him alive."
Thankfully, they didn’t. Otherwise, he’d have had to find a way to tell them they were about to bury their own boss.
That would’ve been a mess.
"Got any photos?" Wang Ba asked.
"Yes, but… the distance was far, and it was dark. Not very clear."
Wang Ba snatched the phone eagerly.
True to the subordinate’s words, the photo was blurry—but it still showed Luo Fenhao’s brutal beating.
"Ha! Serves him right," Wang Ba sneered. "Dared to challenge me for leadership? This is what he gets!"
Night Rose had done a damn fine job.
Then Wang Ba frowned, stroking his chin.
"How the hell did Luo Fenhao piss off Night Rose? To warrant this kind of beating? From what I know, the Black Right Gang and Night Rose have no history."
The subordinate frowned too.
He’d read plenty of domineering CEO romance novels—even fantasized about being swept off his feet by some powerful woman, even a gang leader.
A wild idea popped into his head.
"Second Master, I have a theory about why Night Rose went after the Black Right Gang," he said excitedly.
"Spit it out," Wang Ba urged.
The subordinate grinned. "What if… Night Rose did it to avenge our boss?"
Wang Ba’s brow furrowed.
The subordinate launched into his explanation, full of dramatic flair.
"Night Rose has a thing for our boss. She’s been keeping tabs on him, so she’d know about the Black Right Gang’s move against us."
"A woman like her—dominant, possessive—wouldn’t stand for someone targeting the man she loves. So she sends her people to attack the Black Right Gang, kidnap Luo Fenhao, and teach him a lesson."
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
Wang Ba: "..."
He’d expected something substantial. This? Really?
"Cut back on the trashy novels," Wang Ba said flatly. "Look at you—brain rotted by all those CEO-obsessed, yandere romances."
The subordinate huffed. "Second Master, fiction mirrors reality. Don’t be so dismissive."
Wang Ba’s mind flashed to Su Hua and Lin Xuan.
After Lin Xuan became the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader, Wang Ba had dug into his past.
Before founding Skyline Group, Lin Xuan had been an ordinary college student—already dating Su Hua back then.
Their dynamic? Textbook domineering CEO and her soft-spoken lover. If Su Hua had a yandere streak, it’d fit those novels perfectly.
Shaking his head, Wang Ba dismissed the thought.
What was he thinking?
Their boss might’ve seemed unremarkable back then, but he was never some damsel in distress—let alone a "soft lover."
"No way Night Rose did this for our boss. Luo Fenhao must’ve crossed her somehow—we just don’t know how," Wang Ba concluded firmly.
"Alright, get out. I need more sleep." He yawned, exhaustion hitting him hard. He’d barely slept all night, but now that Luo Fenhao was safe, he could finally rest.
"Yes, sir."
The subordinate bowed and turned to leave—but Wang Ba called him back.
"Anything else, Second Master?"
"Tell the others—the moment the boss wakes up, notify me immediately."
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