Chapter 198: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 42 — Ding Yao's Counterattack

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Jing Kun's heart full of delight and calculation was utterly shattered by Lin Hao's words; his face darkened as if water could drip from it, his heart both furious and hateful yet utterly helpless. He glared fiercely at Lin Hao, his eyes brimming with venomous resentment, then let out a cold snort and, filled with indignation and unwillingness, turned and strode away from Ao Dao in great strides.

In his view, avenging Jiang Tiansheng was a sheer fantasy; never mind whether he even had the inclination, right now they didn't even have a clue who the murderer was, so how could revenge even be discussed? As for the position of Hong Wake's Dragon Head, he, Jing Kun, would never hand it over easily; even if he couldn't seize it for the moment, he was determined to stir up trouble behind the scenes and make those who coveted the position unable to find peace.

Han Bin, Kong Long, and Tai Zi and the others exchanged a glance, each seeing helplessness and resolve in the other's eyes.

They knew full well that in this turbulent situation, holding onto their own territory was the most pressing matter, for that was the foundation of their foothold in Hong Wake. Although they couldn't be said to have zero covetous thoughts about the Dragon Head position, they also understood that now was not the right time. Besides, if someone truly had the ability to uncover the cause of Jiang Tiansheng's death and avenge him, it would not be too late to make plans then.

So they all rose one after another, each taking their subordinates and hurriedly rushing back to their own territory to prepare for the various changes and challenges that might arise.

Lin Hao, meanwhile, stood alone in place, watching the departing backs of the crowd, and silently swore in his heart that he would certainly investigate the truth behind this to the very bottom.

He knew deeply that this was not merely to give Jiang Tiansheng an accounting, but for the future of Hong Wake. He began to carefully sort through the series of events that had occurred recently in his mind, trying to find some clues from them; whether the conspiracy hidden in the depths of darkness would gradually surface under his relentless pursuit or become ever more baffling was still an unknown, but Lin Hao had already set foot on this thorny path of revenge, and no matter how many difficulties and dangers lay ahead, he would not retreat in the slightest.

Night fell like ink, enveloping the entire city; Lin Hao, as usual, quietly went to the meeting place he had appointed with Ding Yao.

At this moment, Ding Yao was indeed as proud and self-satisfied as the outside world saw.

Ever since Zhong Yong Bo was arrested by the police, her path to power within the San Chain Bang had been smooth sailing.

Those brothers who once paid her lip service or took a wait-and-see attitude now all flocked to her side. She cleverly employed various means — whether coercion and inducement or a combination of grace and might — and replaced all the important positions in the gang with her own trusted confidants.

The affairs of each hall were also proceeding in an orderly fashion under her control.

In business, she also displayed extraordinary methods.

Relying on the San Chain Bang's influence on Tai Island and Ao Dao, she actively expanded cooperative relations with local dignitaries and wealthy merchants.

Some enterprises that originally only dared to engage in small-scale cooperation with the San Chain Bang now all took the initiative to come knocking, seeking larger-scale cooperation projects.

The entertainment venues, casinos, and other businesses she controlled also saw profits soaring day by day thanks to her meticulous management and clever operation.

Her residence was also completely renewed; she moved from the previous hotel into a luxurious villa.

The villa was decorated in dazzling splendor, with all kinds of precious artworks and luxurious furniture visible everywhere, displaying her current status and wealth.

When Lin Hao saw Ding Yao, she was lazily lying on a long sofa, wearing a gorgeous silk robe, her hair slightly loose, her eyes revealing a trace of charm and self-satisfaction.

Looking at Ding Yao's appearance, Lin Hao pondered silently: now that Ding Yao's position in the San Chain Bang was increasingly stable, would her cooperation with him still proceed as smoothly as before? After all, power and profit often made people's thoughts complex and unfathomable.

Seeing Lin Hao enter, the corner of her mouth curled into a captivating smile, and she said softly, "Mr. Lin, you've come. Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Lin Hao, originally immersed in his own thoughts, hearing Ding Yao's sudden words, instantly snapped back to his senses, a strong unease surging in his heart. His brows furrowed tightly, his eyes full of doubt and wariness, and he hurriedly asked, "Gift? What gift?"

Ding Yao, however, remained unhurried; she slightly raised her head, a trace of self-satisfaction and cunning flashing in her eyes, and parted her vermilion lips to say, "None other than Jiang Tiansheng."

Lin Hao's head went "Buzz—" as if struck by a bolt of thunder. He never expected that Jiang Tiansheng's death was actually related to Ding Yao. In an instant, a surge of uncontrollable anger welled up like a raging tide; his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, his whole person like a crazed leopard. He lunged at Ding Yao in a single bound, his large hand shooting out like iron pincers and tightly clamping around Ding Yao's slender neck.

Lin Hao's voice, rough and trembling with anger: "Who told you to make a move? Why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand?"

His arm trembled slightly, the strength in his hand unconsciously increasing; Ding Yao's face instantly turned bright red, her breathing became rapid, her hands instinctively grabbed Lin Hao's wrist trying to break free, but Lin Hao's strength was simply too great, and she could only struggle in vain.

The anger in Lin Hao's heart erupted like a volcano, uncontrollable.

Ding Yao forced her mouth open, trying to make a sound to explain, but with her neck clamped she could only emit a "hiss-hiss" sound of airflow. Seeing Ding Yao's pained appearance, Lin Hao's reason recovered slightly; he slowly released his hand, and Ding Yao collapsed onto the sofa, coughing violently, gasping for breath in great gulps.

Lin Hao forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart and said through gritted teeth, "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation — why did you do this?"

Ding Yao rubbed her neck, red from being choked, raised her head to look at Lin Hao; the self-satisfaction in her eyes had vanished, replaced by viciousness: "Mr. Lin, don't be angry yet; I did this for the sake of our plan..."

Speaking, Ding Yao slowly stood up; she straightened her slightly disheveled robe, feigning a nonchalant air, and walked toward the wine cabinet nearby.

The wine cabinet displayed all kinds of precious foreign liquors; under the light, the bottles refracted brilliant radiance. Ding Yao seemingly casually took a bottle of foreign liquor, then picked up two wine glasses from the side, as if wanting to ease this tension that was about to solidify, preparing to pour drinks for the two of them.

Lin Hao's gaze tightly fixed on Ding Yao, his eyes still full of anger and wariness; his hands slightly clenched into fists, his body taut, constantly on guard against any unexpected move from Ding Yao.

However, just at the moment he was slightly distracted, Ding Yao took advantage of his inattention and swiftly reached her hand into the drawer beneath the wine cabinet.

Ding Yao's movement was extremely agile; in the blink of an eye, a pitch-black gleaming pistol appeared in her hand. She whirled around, the ingratiating expression on her face completely gone, replaced by a ruthless and decisive look; the dark muzzle pointed straight at Lin Hao.