Chapter 215: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 59

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Jing Kun's heart full of joy and calculation was utterly shattered by Lin Hao's words; his face darkened as if water could drip from it, his heart both angry and hateful yet utterly helpless. He glared fiercely at Lin Hao, his eyes brimming with 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 rest easy.

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

They knew well that in this turbulent situation, holding their own territory was the most pressing task, for that was the foundation of their foothold in Hong Wake. They couldn't be said to have absolutely no covetous thoughts about the Dragon Head position, but they also understood that now was not the right time. Besides, if someone truly had the ability to uncover Jiang Tiansheng's cause of death and avenge him, it would not be too late to make plans then.

So they all rose, each taking their subordinates, and hurried back to their own territories to prepare for any possible changes and challenges.

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 Hong Wake's future. He began to carefully sort through the series of recent events in his mind, trying to find some clues; whether the conspiracy hidden in the dark depths would gradually surface under his relentless pursuit or become ever more puzzling, all was still 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 shrink back in the slightest.

Night fell like ink, enveloping the entire city; Lin Hao, as usual, quietly went to the meeting place agreed upon 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 flipped to her side. She cleverly employed various means — whether coercion and inducement or a combination of grace and authority — and filled the gang's key positions 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 proactively came 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 various precious artworks and luxurious furniture everywhere, displaying her current status and wealth.

When Lin Hao saw Ding Yao, she was lying lazily 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 like this, 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're here. 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 lifted her head slightly, 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 surging tide; his eyes instantly bloodshot, 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 clamping tightly 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 force of his grip unconsciously increasing; Ding Yao's face instantly flushed red, her breathing becoming rapid. Her hands instinctively grabbed Lin Hao's wrist, trying to break free, but Lin Hao's strength was simply too great; she could only struggle in vain.