My Super Beautiful Lady Boss
Chapter 537 - 537 534 Distant Attack

537: Chapter 534 Distant Attack 537: Chapter 534 Distant Attack “Su Xuan, you’ve once allied and worked with the Black Wolf Gang, so you know their ways.

If the Third Master (Miao Qingfeng) and Seventh Master make any mistakes, you must inform us in advance,” said Wei Zhentian earnestly to Su Xuan.

“Don’t worry, I will,” Su Xuan replied sincerely, but in his heart, he was thinking that he couldn’t care less about how many of them died.

It would be even better if both sides engaged in a top-level PK, wiping each other out completely.

Only then did Su Xuan turn his gaze to the deputy commandant of this operation, the Seventh Master from the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce—a middle-aged man with thinning hair wearing large black-framed glasses.

Su Xuan thought that no one would believe that this man could lead a war.

Miao Qingfeng came over, pulled Su Xuan aside, and said, “Su Xuan, the Seventh Master fought alongside the Big Master to conquer territories, so he does have command abilities.

When the time comes, let’s all follow his lead.”

“Alright,” Su Xuan agreed, his outward appearance never matching his internal thoughts.

If this Seventh Master was a tough character, then taking him out would undoubtedly reduce the resistance Su Xuan would face when he would eventually take over Rongcheng City.

The Seventh Master was quite polite.

He often mentioned Su Xuan’s name during the meetings with all the Masters, so they all recognized Su Xuan.

However, Su Xuan didn’t have a very clear impression of them.

“Hello, I am Liu Xiangnan, the Seventh Master of the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce.”

“Hello, I am Su Xuan.”

“I’ve long heard of your great reputation, my apologies for any disrespect.”

Listening to his spiel, Su Xuan thought to himself, ‘Damn, the flattery never ends.’ But in Su Xuan’s plan, this Seventh Master was already a dead man.

“Come, drink this cup, and we are brothers forever.

I wish you swift and resounding success!”

Wei Zhentian was good at winning people’s hearts.

Each brother ready to venture out held a glass of wine, which symbolized their commitment.

Clap!

Clap!

Clap!

…

After drinking, they all smashed their glasses on the ground, creating a powerful impact.

“Let’s set off!”

As expected, the Seventh Master took on the role of the commander-in-chief and yelled to the crowd.

Everyone got into their vehicles—ordinary folks in light vans and coaches.

Seventh Master Liu Xiangnan and Third Master Miao Qingfeng, as the commanders, rode in an SUV.

Su Xuan’s Lamorghini was driven by someone else to the Top Diamond KTV, and he followed the main force in a separate pickup truck.

Su Xuan counted the vehicles and estimated that there were around 1,200 men.

A smile crept onto Su Xuan’s lips.

Now the Black Wolf Gang was in for it.

Since Su Xuan sat next to someone from the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce, he didn’t dare make a phone call but instead sent a message to Xiong Sandao.

“Tonight, Lingnan will send over 1,200 men to attack the northeast part of the Black Wolf Gang.

Please be cautious!”

The other side quickly called back, but Su Xuan quickly hung up, not daring to answer.

The other side then sent a message: “?”

A question mark.

Xiong Sandao from the Black Wolf Gang saw the message from Su Xuan and intended to call to ask about the situation, but the call ended as soon as it started ringing.

“He must be in a situation where he can’t talk.

We can only communicate through text messages,” Xiong Sandao realized as if waking from a dream.

Although the last time Su Xuan borrowed Xiong Sandao’s elite troops, they were wiped out by the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce, Xiong Sandao did not suspect Su Xuan because they were ambushed at the border between the Black Wolf Gang and Lingnan Chamber of Commerce.

Su Xuan said that the Black Wolf Gang had enemy spies, and although Xiong Sandao investigated for a long time and found nothing, he still believed in the existence of spies.

Why didn’t Xiong Sandao suspect Su Xuan?

It was because Xiong Sandao had people investigate and was told that Su Xuan’s own men also suffered heavy losses.

But the truth was that this was all manipulated by Su Xuan’s informants to deceive Xiong Sandao’s.

Su Xuan’s network of informants was formidable, trained by Ghost Hand Divine Thief Liu Sheng, with exceptional stealth and superb counter-surveillance capabilities.

So Xiong Sandao started to communicate with Su Xuan by text messages.

He inquired about the number of people sent by the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce, their route, commander, and other details.

“Alright, thanks.

If we can eliminate all these Lingnan Chamber of Commerce men this time, I will give you a big reward,” Xiong Sandao promised.

“We are allies, and this is what I should do.

I will not let Wei Zhentian, who insulted my girlfriend, get away with it.

If there is any news about his movements, I will send it to you immediately,” Su Xuan repeated the lie about his girlfriend being taken by Wei Zhentian for another round, as no other excuse seemed fitting.

Su Xuan followed in a pickup behind the convoy; beside the driver, there were a few low-ranking members of the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce in the truck, looking out the windows, clutching their knives.

Su Xuan gave their gazes a name, ‘The Stare of Death,’ and thought if a master painter depicted it, the value would not be inferior to Van Gogh’s Sunflowers.

The Lingnan Chamber of Commerce’s attack on the Black Wolf Gang was not a journey over flat terrain; the route included many small hills and varied landscapes.

The convoy slowed to a stop, and Su Xuan got out of the truck to check.

It turned out that the Seventh Master and Miao Qingfeng were looking at a topographical map.

“Su Xuan, if you have any good suggestions, feel free to voice them,” said Seventh Master Liu Xiangnan politely.

In truth, he didn’t take Su Xuan seriously, believing his own experience vastly surpassed that of Su Xuan, a man in his twenties.

“I have no suggestions; please continue your discussion,” Su Xuan answered indifferently, then went to the roadside to urinate.

A gust of cold wind blew past, causing Su Xuan to shiver involuntarily.

As he lay in ambush in this hilly region, he thought those from the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce should have no return by now.

He also wondered how Xiong Sandao’s preparations were coming along.

Meanwhile, inside the Black Wolf Gang, the debate was as intense as an international conference.

The argument centered on one issue, the strategic map of the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce provided by Su Xuan.

One side questioned the authenticity of the information Su Xuan had provided, while the other side affirmed its accuracy.

These Hall Masters could really go on and on when they discussed things; Xiong Sandao was developing a headache from listening.

Finally, they came up with a compromise, which was to send a duo of their fastest men to check if the enemy was indeed coming to attack.

Besides the showdown in martial prowess, the Black Wolf Gang and the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce also competed in the realm of technology.

Xiong Sandao had spent money on satellite equipment that was supposed to allow them to see the movements of people on the Rongcheng City map.

In the end, the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce messed it up, and neither party reached an agreement.

Xiong Sandao secretly thought that if they had access to the real-time satellite map now, they would be able to see the enemy’s forces displayed on the computer and would not be in the dark as they were now.

On Su Xuan’s end, Seventh Master and Miao Qingfeng chattered away for a bit before quickly getting back into the car.

Su Xuan suddenly noticed something—he realized that their route had changed!

What was going on?

Out of curiosity, Su Xuan intentionally asked Miao Qingfeng, “Did we take a wrong turn?”

She replied, “This is the result of our recent discussion; we think changing routes will save us more time.”

Dammit, this was messing with him, but fortunately, Su Xuan was still able to notify Xiong Sandao in time.

On his end, Xiong Sandao had to call the spy he had sent out and inform him of the change in plans.

Seventh Master Liu Xiangnan switched routes several times like this, and Su Xuan seriously wanted to throttle him.

However, when he thought about how Liu Xiangnan would be surrounded and wanting to cry without tears during the Black Wolf Gang’s ambush later, he felt somewhat relieved.

The spy sent out by the Black Wolf Gang reported back, indeed spotting a large group of unidentified forces at the appointed location, possibly more than a thousand strong.

“Good, Su Xuan has really done us a great favor this time.

Get your weapons, brothers, and ambush them at Black Tiger Gorge—their only way through.

Let’s make sure they have a one-way trip.”

Xiong Sandao gave the order to mobilize all available strength and head for Black Tiger Gorge.

11 o’clock at night.

As the vehicle trembled along, Su Xuan felt drowsy inside the car, listening to the engine’s hum.

Looking out, he saw a brightly moonlit landscape with sparse stars, the land draped in a pale coat.

Now, Su Xuan thought about the afternoon when he was just about to get into the meat of the matter with Miao Qingqing, only to be interrupted by Miao Qingfeng.

It was such an untimely buzzkill.

“It’s all Miao Qingfeng’s fault,” he thought.

In the afternoon, Miao Qingqing had tantalized Su Xuan, and he was still feeling uncomfortable now, itching to find a woman to release some tension.

But in this godforsaken place, where you couldn’t even squeeze out a fart or spot a bird, finding even a female was challenging.

Suddenly, Su Xuan’s phone rang.

It was Miao Qingfeng, asking if there would be any problem following the current route.

“How would I know if there’s a problem?

I didn’t participate in the strategic plan,” Su Xuan retorted bluntly, his tone edgy.

“Okay, don’t be angry.

You think planning strategies is easy?

Our discussions have to be recorded because if there’s a strategic mistake, someone has to be accountable.

You weren’t involved in the planning, so if anything goes wrong, it won’t be your responsibility,” explained Miao Qingfeng, sensing Su Xuan’s annoyance.

“Oh, so that’s how it is,” Su Xuan remarked.

Relieved he hadn’t been involved when he heard that problems in the strategic planning could lead to accountability, Su Xuan felt a bit more at ease.

“Feeling better now?” she asked.

“Definitely feeling a lot better,” he confirmed.

“You know, always avoiding responsibility, but that’s actually good; it helps you protect yourself well,” Miao Qingfeng said with concern over the phone.

“Right, Qingfeng, how many people are in the car with you?” he asked.

“Just one…

no, including the driver, that makes two,” she replied.

“I see,” Su Xuan mused, then started to get sneaky thoughts—primarily because Miao Qingqing had stirred something earlier, and it still hadn’t erupted.

In a mysterious tone, Su Xuan said to Miao Qingfeng, “I have something important to tell you.

Wait for me by the roadside later and let the driver continue with the main force.”

“What’s the matter?

Can’t you say it on the phone?

Why all this secrecy, you think you’re an underground party agent or something?” she replied, perplexed.

“Just do as I say; I guarantee it’ll be a nice surprise,” Su Xuan said before hanging up, not waiting for her agreement.

Su Xuan was always confident in his actions, particularly in controlling women, with a masterful skill.

The convoy continued.

Based on their current pace, Su Xuan estimated they would meet Xiong Sandao’s men in a little over an hour.

Soon, Su Xuan spotted a Toyota Behemoth SUV parked by the roadside, its hazard lights flashing.

He hopped out of the pickup and waved goodbye to the driver.

He then slid into the SUV, noticing the driver’s seat was empty—apparently, Miao Qingfeng had sent the driver away as Su Xuan had requested.

With the interior light on, Su Xuan took the time to look over Miao Qingfeng more closely.

She was dressed in a black body suit today, with leather pants, a leather jacket, and even a black-peaked military cap on her head.

“What are you looking at?

Don’t you recognize me?” Miao Qingfeng asked, noticing Su Xuan’s gaze scanning her unabashedly.

“I indeed hardly recognize you,” he answered.

Su Xuan reached over and touched her tight rear, marveling at the smooth feel.