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The rain fell harder, accompanied by the howling wind, creating a thick curtain that shrouded the entire world in a veil of mist, blurring visibility.
In the downpour stood a group of people, uncertain of what to do. Rainwater trickled down their hair and cheeks.
"Please ask Boss Du to step aside; I've already sent someone to notify our leader, Boss Sang," said one man.
The hawk-nosed man remained hunched over, not daring to move an inch. His face was etched with fear and anxiety, beads of sweat mingling with rainwater on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks. His eyes were fixed firmly on the ground, as if even the slightest movement would provoke an unpredictable consequence.
Who could have imagined that this long-absent figure of authority would actually show up in person?
He had come, but even before entering, it felt as though they were already being threatened at gunpoint. What overwhelming power and authority!
From the looks of it, he brought at least a few hundred men with him. Each one was burly and stern-faced, armed with cold weapons, not to mention the hidden forces lurking in the shadows.
No one knew how many were concealed in the darkness or when they might reveal themselves. Those who understood thought they were there for a card game; those who didn’t assumed they were there to cause trouble.
With such heavy rain, how could Boss Du stand at the entrance? Did they not understand the rules?
At that tense standoff, a group emerged from the gambling hall.
Leading them was a woman.
As she stepped forward, her tall figure caught attention. She had dark brows that accentuated her striking features and a pair of fox-like eyes beneath a beautifully shaped face.
Dressed in an elegant purple gown that perfectly highlighted her tall physique, she exuded grace and charm with every curve. The high heels she wore clicked rhythmically against the ground, echoing like dancing notes amidst the sound of rain.
Her long, fair fingers held a freshly lit cigarette, from which wisps of smoke curled upward, adding an air of mystery to her presence.
She was a queen—a true embodiment of elegance.
As soon as she appeared, those outside carrying weapons bowed respectfully towards her.
"Boss Ling!"
The call rang out, filled with awe and reverence.
"Boss Ling!"
A harmonious sound echoed in the air, intertwining with the falling raindrops. Ling Yun slightly lifted her gaze, her expression calm as she exhaled a delicate smoke ring. The ring floated slowly, much like the mysterious aura that surrounded her. With a slender arm adorned with smoke, she raised it gracefully, her movements casual yet exuding an undeniable presence.
Her subordinate immediately understood the unspoken command, not daring to hesitate as he stepped forward, carefully collecting the ashes that had fallen from her cigarette.
"Pull those unruly ones aside and teach them some manners!" Ling Yun's lips moved slightly, her voice soft yet imbued with unmistakable authority.
Upon hearing her command, those nearby wasted no time in dragging away the man with the hooked nose. Though fear was etched across his face, he dared not resist and could only allow himself to be taken away.
Not just an elegant woman, but a beauty with a heart as cold as a serpent's. Du Heng thought to himself, she is simply too beautiful.
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