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Chapter 115 The Painful Thirteenth Sister

Those around were startled by the sight and rushed to offer their advice: "Brother Deng! Are you alright? Don't upset yourself!"

"Brother Deng has high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar. Could it be that he has a ruptured blood vessel?"

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"Quickly help Brother Deng to rest, and call 999!"

Hearing his uncles' concern, Uncle Deng took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

"I'm fine!"

He clenched his back teeth, making a slight grinding sound.

His cloudy old eyes were filled with resentment and anger as he stared intently at Lin Sheng.

But he just couldn't do anything about this handsome, sunny guy in front of him.

"snort!"

Uncle Deng snorted heavily, full of resentment and anger. He suddenly turned around, flicked his sleeves, and strode towards the car with heavy steps, each step seeming to vent his anger.

As the black Mercedes-Benz drove into Mong Kok and hadn't even come to a complete stop, Lin Sheng caught a glimpse through the car window of a nimble figure quickly approaching.

"Tsk tsk, I never expected the proud and arrogant Thirteenth Sister to condescend to drive me around!"

When Lin Sheng saw that this person was Thirteen Sister, the person in charge of Hung Hing Po Lan Street, he raised the corner of his mouth and sneered repeatedly.

As soon as the car door opened, Lin Sheng glanced at Thirteen Sister and deliberately feigned surprise: "Oh, isn't this Thirteen Sister? I wondered who was being so attentive. I thought it was the new grand-disciple of Wo Luen Shing, but it's you."

These words pierced Thirteen Sister's heart like a fine needle. Her fingers, which were gripping the car door handle, twitched slightly. A flash of anger crossed her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it and said with a smile, "Brother Sheng is joking. I just arrived and happened to run into you, so I did it on a whim."

Thirteen Sister's submissive demeanor is a stark contrast to her previous tough stance, where she could turn on anyone at a moment's notice and refuse to back down.

Lin Sheng took in her forbearance, a hint of amusement creeping into his heart. He chuckled twice and said nothing more.

He got out of the car and walked straight toward the brightly lit nightclub not far away. His back was straight and casual, yet he exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

Thirteen Sister watched his retreating figure, her smile froze for a moment, and she quickly composed herself and followed after him.

But after taking only two steps forward, a tall figure blocked her way; it was Gao Jin, who had never left Lin Sheng's side.

Gao Jin's face was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He crossed his arms and exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, firmly blocking her in place without giving an inch.

Stopped in public, Thirteen Sister's face darkened instantly, but remembering Jiang Tiansheng's orders, she could only suppress her anger and urgently called out to Lin Sheng's back, "Brother Sheng, wait for me, I have something to tell you!"

Lin Sheng didn't stop walking, but slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Gao Jin. His tone was calm and without a ripple, with a hint of mockery as he said, "Jin, I asked you to stop people to block those annoying flies, not to block a docile little kitten."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jin was stunned for a moment, then widened his eyes and scrutinized Thirteen Sister from head to toe—the woman in front of him had short, neat hair, her eyes held an undissipated fierceness, and her whole body exuded the toughness of a chivalrous person. No matter how you looked at her, she had nothing to do with a little kitten.

He suppressed a laugh, bowed slightly to Lin Sheng, and said respectfully, "I'm sorry, Brother Sheng, I misjudged."

Several chauffeurs from Wo Luen Shing chauffeured cars overheard the conversation at the nightclub entrance and couldn't help but glance at Sister Thirteen a few times, secretly suppressing their laughter.

The words "little kitten" struck Thirteen Sister's strong sense of pride like a heavy hammer.

Ever since her father was killed by Xian Shizhu, she has transformed into a cold-blooded, hungry wolf.

Now, Lin Sheng is mocking her for being a little kitten. It's true that even an uncle can tolerate this, but an aunt can't.

Thirteen Sister stood there, feeling all the blood rush to her head, so angry that she trembled slightly, unable to lash out on the spot.

Who is she?

The head of Hung Hing Po Lan Street earned his position through hard work and fighting, with countless underlings under his command. He was a well-known figure in the Hong Kong underworld. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Lin Sheng's comment about her being a "little kitten" was not a compliment, but a blatant mockery. It was a deliberate attempt to manipulate her and trample on her self-esteem.

"call!"

Even though she was burning with anger, she could only suppress it, taking deep breaths to quell her rage without uttering a single word in rebuttal.

A few minutes earlier, when Thirteen Sister was waiting for Lin Sheng in a private room at the nightclub, she received a call from Jiang Tiansheng, the leader of Hung Hing.

On the phone, Jiang Tiansheng's tone was serious and urgent, carrying an unyielding command: "Thirteenth Sister, Liang Sheng has reached an agreement with the uncles of Wo Luen Shing. This matter in Sham Shui Po depends entirely on him. You must keep him in check no matter what, and absolutely cannot let him go back on his word, even if you suffer some grievances!"

Jiang Tiansheng's death order weighed heavily on Thirteen Sister's heart like a mountain, filling her with both shock and fear.

She knew Lin Sheng's character better than anyone else. He was extremely ambitious, ruthless, and never easily gave up what he wanted.

The last time the two had a falling out was because Lin Shengkai coveted her two best friends, Meirun and Daobaqi, and wanted to bring them under his wing, even making rude remarks.

Meirun and Scarface Qi are among the few people in the martial arts world who truly care about Thirteen Sister. They are her Achilles' heel and the people she is willing to protect with all her might.

Last time, my third sister was willing to break ties with Lin Sheng rather than accept his unreasonable demands.

But now, with Jiang Tiansheng's orders laid out before him, there was no room for disobedience.

Hung Hing has already lost many men last night, and their only chance of survival tonight is to rely on Lam Sing.

She could only temporarily set aside her pride and past grievances, deliberately try to please Lin Sheng, first figure out his thoughts, see what he really wanted this time, and then think of a way to deal with him.

Although he could not disobey Jiang Tiansheng's orders, he also could not betray Meirun and Scarface Qi.

Thirteen Sister's inner struggle and anger intertwined, her face turning pale and then red, making her look extremely unsightly.

Only after Lin Sheng's figure had completely entered the nightclub did Gao Jin slowly turn to the side, his cold expression disappearing. He glanced at Thirteen Sister, who was barely suppressing her anger, and said in a cold tone, "Little kitten, you can go in now."

"You..." Thirteen Sister glared fiercely at Gao Jin.

It was one thing for Lin Sheng to make fun of her, but I never expected that even a dog would dare to make fun of her.

The anger that had just been suppressed instantly flared up again, and he was about to explode when...

A light, airy voice reached her ears: "Thirteenth Sister, the overall situation is of utmost importance!"

Turning around, I saw it was Chen Yao!

Thirteen Sister was furious that Jiang Tiansheng had sent Chen Yao to keep an eye on her.

But for the sake of the greater good of Hung Hing, they still forcibly abandoned it.

Gao Jin glanced coldly at Chen Yao standing by the roadside and said in a low voice, "Do you want to go in?"

Chen Yao immediately got into the car and left, leaving Thirteen Sister with a resolute back view.

"call!"

Thirteen Sister took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, suppressed all her resentment and anger, and strode into the nightclub.

As soon as the door to the luxury private room opened, a whiff of perfume and champagne wafted out.

Thirteen Sister looked up and saw that the interior was simply decorated, with no trace of luxury.

Lin Sheng leaned lazily against the center of the leather sofa, his relaxed posture exuding absolute control.

Behind him stood two beauties, Bobo and Qiuti, their eyes gentle and obedient, remaining silent and waiting for orders throughout.

This scene caused Thirteen Sister to pause slightly, a complex mix of emotions flashing across her eyes.

She saw the beautiful Bobo lean forward slightly, take out an exquisitely packaged Cuban cigar from the deep cleavage of her neckline, and respectfully hand it to Lin Sheng between two fingers. Her movements were practiced, and it was clear that this was not the first time she had done this.

Meanwhile, Qiu Ti slowly knelt down in front of Lin Sheng, her posture low and her hand carefully holding a lighter. She gently heated the cigar body before lighting it precisely, her eyes focused throughout the process, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

When Qiu Ti put the cigar into Lin Sheng's mouth, a pleasant smile appeared on her face, as if it was she, not Lin Sheng, who was smoking the cigar!

This extravagant scene of being surrounded by women and served by many made Thirteen Sister feel both choked up and very envious.

What angered her was Lin Sheng's ostentatious and boastful attitude, completely disregarding her.

Yet, the feeling of envy was hard to suppress.

With beautiful women standing on his left and beauties accompanying him on his right, every move he makes exudes the respect and admiration of being surrounded by others. What man wouldn't yearn for such a life?

Even though she was a woman who was used to fighting in the martial arts world, she couldn't help but feel a secret longing when she saw such extreme indulgence and extravagance.

I want to cast aside all the bloodshed and violence of the martial world and immerse myself in this gentle paradise.

Seeing that Thirteen Sister was reluctant to sit down, Lin Sheng slowly raised his eyes, took a deep drag on his cigar, the rich smoke swirling in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled it toward her face.

Thick smoke instantly enveloped Thirteen Sister, choking her and causing her to frown and cough repeatedly. She subconsciously raised her hand to disperse the smoke, her face flushing red, embarrassed and ashamed.

Amidst the swirling smoke, the burning sensation in Thirteen Sister's throat intensified, and her eyes reddened from the smoke. Yet, she remained seated, her back ramrod straight, showing no intention of getting up to move aside.

She gritted her teeth, suppressing her embarrassment and anger deep inside.

Thinking about Jiang Tiansheng's orders, Meirun's safety, and Scarface Qi's safety, he had no choice but to endure this humiliation.

Seeing this, Bobo clung even more affectionately to Lin Sheng's shoulder, her fingertips lightly hooking his collar. Her eyes gleamed with undisguised teasing as she softly provoked, "Brother Sheng, look how red her face is. She's clearly uncomfortable, so why won't she get up and leave?"

Qiu Ti also stepped forward, her eyes sweeping over Thirteen Sister's reddened eyes, her tone full of contempt as she echoed, "Yeah, Brother Sheng, I saw her eyes were red, could she have been secretly crying? Is this person out of her mind, knowing she's being bullied but still lingering here."

The two beauties sang in unison, their sarcastic remarks piercing Thirteen Sister's heart like needles.

Lin Sheng held a cigar between his fingers, slowly exhaling a smoke ring. He chuckled coldly, his gaze fixed on Thirteen Sister with amusement. He deliberately raised his voice and said mockingly, "Hehe, you've misjudged her. This isn't some weak young man, but the leader of the twelve Hung Hing triads, the famous Thirteen Sister of Portland Street."

"Wow, so she's Thirteen Sister!"

Qiu Ti and Bo Bo exclaimed in unison, their eyes filled with exaggerated surprise.

Of course, there was also the disdain hidden in their eyes. They had heard of Thirteen Sister's reputation long ago, but they had never had the chance to meet her.

I once heard that Thirteen Sister was a role model for women. As long as she was around, no scoundrel would let women be bullied.

But who would have thought that after thirteen years, she would be so subservient to her own man, instantly shattering the admiration I had for her.

The exclamations of the two beautiful women were like the last straw, instantly breaking Thirteen Sister's last bit of patience.

The reputation she earned through hard work and sacrifice on Portland Street is now being mocked and ridiculed. All her forbearance and concessions have become self-degradation.

At this moment, Thirteen Sister could no longer contain herself. She slammed her hand on the coffee table and stood up abruptly, her movements swift and ruthless. She placed one foot on the cold edge of the table, glared down at Lin Sheng, pointed at his nose, and angrily shouted, "Lin Sheng, as long as you don't make a move on Mei Run and Scarface Qi, I'll give you whatever you want today! Don't forget what you agreed on with Jiang Sheng today!"

Thirteen Sister's long-suppressed anger finally erupted. She was no longer willing to put up with this nonsense and decided to put all her demands on the table.

Even if it comes at a price, you must protect your own bottom line.

Despite Thirteen Sister's burning anger, Lin Sheng remained completely calm, casually twirling his cigar with his fingers, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips: "Let's drink this bottle of wine first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bobo got up, picked up the bottle of brandy with an alcohol content of 58 degrees in front of Lin Sheng, and quickly walked over to Thirteen Sister and handed it to her.

She looked at Thirteen Sister's tense profile, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes, and lowered her voice to remind her, "Sister, this wine is extremely strong, don't drink it out of spite."

But her good intentions were interpreted as a naked mockery by Thirteen Sister, who was consumed by anger and humiliation.

Thirteen Sister was on the verge of exploding in rage. Without saying a word, she snatched the brandy bottle and twisted the cap off with a swift wrist motion.

The strong, pungent smell of alcohol instantly hit her face. Thirteen Sister raised her eyes and coldly glanced at Lin Sheng, her eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment.

In front of Lin Sheng, Thirteen Years tilted his head back and gulped down the liquor. The spicy liquid rushed down his throat and into his stomach, and a burning sensation instantly swept over his entire body.

With each bite, Thirteen Sister felt as if countless red-hot needles were pricking her esophagus and stomach.

Even so, she forced herself to drink it.

Halfway through the drink, Thirteen Sister's face turned ashen, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her stomach began to churn violently, unable to take it anymore.

But she still didn't give up, swallowing the wine that rose to her throat and continuing to drink.

As she finished the last sip, she suddenly gripped the bottle and stumbled. If she hadn't stepped on the table to steady herself, she would have fallen over.

Her stomach felt like it was being repeatedly burned and churned by a raging fire, with waves of cramping pain forcing her to furrow her brows, bend over in agony, and groan in pain.

Lin Sheng took in her stubborn and defiant demeanor, and the playfulness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by genuine admiration.

He slowly put down his cigar, a smile of approval playing on his lips: "Hehe, as expected of Thirteen Sister, ruthless to others, even more ruthless to herself. That kind of personality is fierce enough, I like it."

Thirteen Sister took a while to recover before she could finally straighten up. Her voice was hoarse and dry from the burning sensation of the liquor and the pain she was enduring. Her gaze was firm as she looked at Lin Sheng: "Liang Sheng, I've already drunk the liquor. Whatever conditions you want, just name them, I'll accept them!"