He thought of something.
"Smack—" Lin Xuan slapped his own head.
How could he have forgotten!
He had a prescription!
It was the one Lei Hui had sent him before!
How could he have forgotten about this?
If he gave this prescription to Wang Ba, Wang Ba wouldn't find out he needed to nourish his kidneys.
"You don't need to go find a prescription," Lin Xuan spoke up. "I have one here. I'll send it to you, and you just need to brew the medicinal soup according to what's written on it."
"Okay, no problem."
Wang Ba nodded.
Lin Xuan found his chat history with Lei Hui and sent over the long list of ingredients.
Wang Ba received it quickly.
Looking at the prescription before him, he clicked his tongue and shook his head.
Seems like the boss has drunk plenty of these potent tonics.
No wonder he had this strong tonic recipe ready so early.
Gotta say, the boss and President Su really know how to go at it.
Come to think of it, could the boss's impressive stamina in bed be thanks to this tonic soup?
No way.
He needed to drink it properly too, to make those women beg for mercy beneath him!
Wang Ba left with a wide grin on his face.
Lin Xuan watched as Wang Ba's eyes remained glued to that prescription.
He sighed deeply in his heart.
He hoped Wang Ba wouldn't blab and spread this news around.
Lin Xuan walked into the dining room to eat.
He finished his lunch in just five minutes.
He was worried Hua Bao would wake up soon; he needed to go find Dark Night Rose early and have a good talk with her.
As soon as Lin Xuan left,
the Golden Dragon Gang members, looking at his retreating back, couldn't help but start discussing again.
"What's going on? Our gang leader's dark circles and eye bags are so heavy, and his steps seem a bit weak. It gives me the feeling he's... kidney-deficient."
"This, this... Could it be that our gang leader really spent these three days constantly... you know, with his girlfriend?" When saying the last part, the gang member very vividly made a gesture with his fingers.
Originally, these Golden Dragon Gang members didn't think Lin Xuan and Su Hua were frequently doing that during their three days in the room.
But seeing Lin Xuan looking so kidney-deficient, they were starting to have doubts.
Wang Ba coughed and said, "Alright, stop guessing. The boss's private matters are not for you to discuss."
The Golden Dragon Gang members promptly shut their mouths.
Wang Ba, carrying the prepared herbs, walked into the kitchen.
He was going to personally brew this medicinal soup for the boss.
When Lin Xuan got in the car, he put on that human skin mask again.
The driver took Lin Xuan to the entrance of the Night Rose base.
The guards, seeing Lin Xuan, didn't dare to slight him anymore.
The alliance leader likes this man; they must treat him with respect.
A guard walked up and said respectfully, "May I ask why Gang Leader Lin has come to our Night Rose? Is there something you need?"
Lin Xuan replied, "I have something I need to discuss with your alliance leader."
"Gang Leader Lin, please wait a moment. I will go and report immediately."
One guard immediately took out his phone and called Jiang Qing.
"Secretary Jiang, the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang is here. He wants to see the alliance leader, says he has something to discuss with her."
Young Master Lin?
Jiang Qing frowned.
What is he here to see President Su for?
"Alright, bring him in," Jiang Qing instructed.
"Yes," the guard nodded.
After hanging up with the guard, Jiang Qing then contacted Su Hua.
Su Hua was awakened by her phone ringtone.
The moment she opened her eyes, she instinctively looked at the spot beside her.
A Xuan isn't here?
Su Hua frowned slightly.
Where did A Xuan go?
The phone was still ringing.
Su Hua picked up the phone and put it to her ear. "What is it?" she said expressionlessly.
"President Su," Jiang Qing's respectful voice came from the other end of the line, "Young Master Lin has come to Night Rose. He says he wants to see you."
Su Hua frowned.
A Xuan is looking for her?
"President Su, I've already arranged for someone to bring Young Master Lin inside. Will you go see him?" Jiang Qing inquired respectfully.
Su Hua answered, "I'll see him."
She wanted to know what exactly A Xuan wanted by coming to see her.
Jiang Shuqin nodded, "Very well."
Su Hua got up as well.
The black quilt slid off her body, revealing her perfect figure.
On her snow-white shoulders, chest, and neck, there were scattered pinch marks and love bites.
Su Hua got out of bed, put on a pair of slippers, and walked into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she saw the marks on her body, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile.
She really liked these marks A Xuan left.
Su Hua changed into a black, form-fitting dress.
The dress was very short, only reaching the top of her thighs.
Below the dress were a pair of shapely, slender long legs, clad in black stockings.
Further up was her high, full chest, almost bursting the fabric of the dress.
When Su Hua left,
the Golden Dragon Gang members noticed the redness in her eyes and the dark circles and bags under them.
The marks on Su Hua's neck weren't concealed with foundation either, so the Golden Dragon Gang members could see them at a glance.
Seeing Su Hua like this, the Golden Dragon Gang members became even more convinced that their gang leader and his girlfriend had been frequently doing that during these three days.
"The gang leader is really amazing, truly a role model for us men."
"Right, right. I think the gang leader's girlfriend is incredible too, actually being able to play in bed with the gang leader for so long."
"No, no, I still think the gang leader is more impressive. In matters between men and women, it's basically the man who exerts the effort; the woman just lies back and enjoys it."
"Whoever is more impressive, both of them are too abnormal. Being able to go at it on and off for so long is simply not something ordinary people can do."
"You also have to look at how freakishly strong the gang leader and his girlfriend are."
And they're both ruthless too.
The gang leader loves to torment people, likes using them as his human punching bags. Those he targets suffer more than death.
The gang leader's girlfriend is no pushover either. She could cut out Liang Xiaoxia's tongue and gouge out her eyes without batting an eye, and she also chopped off Liang Xiaoxia's hands.
This couple, one more terrifying than the other. Now they understood why they ended up together.
Inside the Night Rose base.
Lin Xuan was led by a guard to a room.
Jiang Qing, wearing her mask, walked in and personally made tea for Lin Xuan.
"Gang Leader Lin, please wait a moment. Our alliance leader has some matters to attend to and will be a bit late," Jiang Qing said.
"Alright," Lin Xuan nodded. "I can wait."
After finishing making the tea for Lin Xuan, Jiang Qing stood up.
"Gang Leader Lin, I'll step out now. If you need anything, please call for me."
"Okay."
Lin Xuan nodded.
Jiang Qing exited the room.
Lin Xuan watched Jiang Qing's retreating figure, a puzzled frown forming on his face.
Why did this woman also give him a very familiar feeling, as if he'd seen her somewhere before.
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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.
