Skip to content
Novel Catalog
Chapter 46
Jiang Ning’s arrival sent a ripple of shock through the room. The tension in the air grew thick as the gang members, who had been eagerly anticipating Huang Yuming’s submissive arrival, now looked on in confusion and uncertainty. The man who had single-handedly taken down Hei Hu, paralyzing him for life, had just walked into the den of one of Donghai’s most feared figures, Hei Long.
Hei Long’s fury was palpable. His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists tighter, his face twisted in disbelief. Huang Yuming’s failure to appear had already put him in a bad mood, but now, this—Jiang Ning, the one who had dared to cripple his brother, strolling in without a care in the world?
Jiang Ning didn’t seem fazed by the cold, murderous look on Hei Long’s face. With his usual calm demeanor, he walked into the lion’s den as if he were simply taking a casual stroll. The others in the room, who had been hoping to see Huang Yuming grovel, were now unsure how to react.
Hei Long’s voice was a low growl as he stood up, towering over Jiang Ning. “You. You’re the one who took out my brother?” His words dripped with venom, each one threatening, promising retribution.
Jiang Ning met his gaze, his posture relaxed, his expression almost amused. “I did,” he confirmed, his voice steady. “And I will do the same to you if you don’t keep your distance.”
The silence in the room was deafening. The men who had once feared Hei Long now found themselves caught between their loyalty to him and the undeniable presence Jiang Ning commanded. Hei Long was known for being ruthless, merciless in his methods—but Jiang Ning’s calm confidence, his fearlessness, seemed to cast a shadow over even the most dangerous of men.
“You think you can just walk in here and threaten me?!” Hei Long spat, his anger boiling over. “You’ve made a mistake, little man. You’re in my domain now. And you’ll regret crossing me.”
Jiang Ning smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Regret? I don’t think so. You’re the one who will regret everything that’s about to happen.”
Hei Long took a step forward, his hands itching for violence, but something in Jiang Ning’s stance made him hesitate. There was a quiet power radiating from him, an aura of certainty that no one dared to challenge.
“You know,” Jiang Ning continued, his voice now cold, “you’ve done nothing but act like a tyrant, and now you’re trying to teach others how to bow before you. But here’s the truth—no one’s going to kneel to you anymore. Not Huang Yuming, not anyone. You’ve outlived your usefulness. And now, it’s time for you to disappear.”
Hei Long’s face contorted with rage. “What did you say? I’ve outlived my usefulness?”
With a swift motion, Jiang Ning’s hand shot out. Before anyone could react, he grabbed Hei Long by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease. The room fell into complete silence, the atmosphere thick with tension.
“Let me explain something to you,” Jiang Ning said calmly, his grip tightening. “The only thing that outlives its usefulness in this world is people who are too stubborn to know when to stop. You’re just like them. It’s time for you to step aside.”
Jiang Ning’s strength was undeniable. For a moment, Hei Long’s eyes widened in shock, but he quickly masked it with a sneer, struggling in Jiang Ning’s grip. “You… you think you can control me? I’m Hei Long! No one controls me!”
Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow, his grip unyielding. “You’re already controlled, Hei Long. By your own arrogance, your violence, your desire to maintain a dying empire. You’ve become predictable, and now… well, you’re just another obstacle that needs to be removed.”
With a swift motion, Jiang Ning tossed Hei Long to the ground with ease, watching as the notorious gangster hit the floor with a heavy thud. The room remained silent, each man in the room realizing the magnitude of what they had just witnessed.
Jiang Ning looked down at Hei Long, now sprawled on the ground, panting and gasping for air. “You should have stayed out of my way,” Jiang Ning said quietly. “You had your time. It’s over now.”
Hei Long slowly struggled to his feet, his face a mixture of fury and disbelief. “You… you’ll regret this. You have no idea what you’ve just done. You’re dead.”
Jiang Ning turned to leave, his back to Hei Long, his words final. “No, you’re the one who’s dead. You just don’t know it yet.”
As Jiang Ning walked out of the clubhouse, leaving Hei Long behind in his fury, the implications of his actions began to sink in. This wasn’t just a warning—it was the beginning of a larger plan to dismantle the criminal underworld in Donghai. And Hei Long, for all his power and reputation, had just been the first domino to fall.
