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Chapter 47
Jiang Ning stood tall, his presence overpowering in the room, where all the gang members stood in stunned silence. The air was thick with the tension of what had just transpired. Hei Long, one of the most feared figures in Donghai’s underworld, was lying on the ground, groaning in pain. His face was twisted in disbelief, a far cry from the ruthless gangster who had once struck terror into the hearts of everyone around him.
As Hei Long struggled to catch his breath, Jiang Ning remained composed, his expression unreadable. He had seen men like Hei Long before—men who ruled by violence, by fear. But they all had one thing in common: they were never prepared for the inevitable downfall, the moment someone stronger, smarter, or simply more determined came for them.
Jiang Ning looked down at Hei Long, who was still trying to push himself up from the floor, his body trembling in pain.
“You’re wondering who I am?” Jiang Ning’s voice was calm, almost serene, as if he were explaining something trivial. “I’m the man who’s going to end your reign. I’m the one who’ll clean up Donghai, and that includes you.”
For the first time in years, a real sense of fear gripped Hei Long’s chest. The anger, the pride, the cruelty—everything that had made him a kingpin—was crumbling, replaced by an unfamiliar, suffocating dread.
“Who am I?” Jiang Ning repeated, his voice growing colder. “I’m your worst nightmare. The one who shows you how weak you truly are.”
With a snap of his fingers, the men who had been standing by, waiting for Hei Long’s orders, now found themselves looking at each other with uncertainty. They had watched their boss fall with a single kick, unable to do anything to stop it. This was not a normal fight; this was an execution.
“Get up,” Jiang Ning said to Hei Long, who was now on the floor, clutching his chest, trying to gather whatever strength he had left.
But Hei Long didn’t move. His pride, his ego—they were shattered in that one moment of humiliation. He had been brought to his knees, literally and figuratively.
“You… you can’t do this!” Hei Long’s voice cracked as he attempted to summon some authority, but it only made him sound weak.
Jiang Ning’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer. “I’m not here to talk. I’m here to make you disappear. You and your kind.”
He moved swiftly, grabbing Hei Long by the collar and lifting him up effortlessly. The gangster’s legs wobbled beneath him, as though his body couldn’t comprehend the defeat he was facing.
“I warned you. I gave you a chance to walk away with your life,” Jiang Ning said, his grip tightening. “But you chose not to take it. And now… now you’re just another part of the past.”
Before Hei Long could respond, Jiang Ning threw him aside like a ragdoll. The impact of the fall sent a tremor through the room, and Hei Long could only gasp for air. His vision blurred, his body screamed in pain.
The gang members who had once respected Hei Long, who had feared him, now looked at each other with wide eyes. They were witnessing the unthinkable. Their boss—the man who had made them all rich through fear and crime—was being dismantled before their eyes.
Jiang Ning turned and walked towards the exit, his back to the fallen kingpin. “You had your chance, Hei Long,” he said, his voice carrying over his shoulder. “You won’t get another one.”
As Jiang Ning made his way out of the room, Hei Long’s men remained frozen in place, unable to move, unable to process the depth of what had just happened. The once invincible gangster was nothing more than a broken man now.
And Jiang Ning? He had just taken his first step in a war that would change the very fabric of Donghai’s criminal underworld.
