Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

An hour later.

The door to the VIP room was slammed open with a loud bang.

For once, a slight flush appeared on Black Mamba's perpetually expressionless face.

Behind her were several men dressed in full protective suits, each carrying a bulging bag.

Even from several meters away, you can smell the pungent chemical odor.

"How was that?!" Iron Fist jumped up, knocking over his chair.

Black Mamba took a deep breath and looked at Lin Bai, who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, his expression extremely complicated.

"Total annihilation."

Black Mamba's voice was a little hoarse.

"Just as the advisor said, node C-9 has become a living hell. The Blood Hand Gang's main force didn't even have time to react before they were... melted. Our men just finished off a few more shots at the exit, without even needing to aim."

She paused, then held up the bag in her hand: "All the supplies have been brought back, with no damage and zero casualties."

"We've struck it rich... Boss, we've really struck it rich this time!" one of the underlings shouted excitedly, his voice trembling.

"It's full of valuable goods! Medicine, ammunition, weapons... you name it!"

Iron Fist was stunned.

The Blood Hand Gang, which had troubled him for half a month, causing him heavy losses and headaches, was just... gone?

A few sketches, a few words, and without even moving an inch, a force that had been entrenched in the West District was wiped out?

Is this even human?

Iron Fist slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Bai.

That look was as if he were looking at a living god, or as if he were looking at a walking mountain of gold.

"Snapped!"

He slammed his iron fist on the table, making the wine bottle tremble violently.

He strode up to Lin Bai, and without any warning, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and bent his waist at a ninety-degree angle.

This is the highest form of etiquette in the martial arts world, reserved only for those who have saved your life or for true big shots.

"I give up!"

Iron Fist raised his head, his face flushed, and his voice boomed deafeningly:

"Brother! No, strategist! From now on, this Iron Fist gym is yours to call the shots!"

"Even if you want to tear this down and build a library, I'll personally hand you the bricks!"

"I, Iron Fist, am a roughneck and don't understand any grand principles. But I know that if we follow someone with a sharp mind, we can eat meat! We can eat big chunks of meat!"

Lin Bai slowly opened his eyes, looked at the burly man in front of him who was so excited that he was almost incoherent, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Stable.

This first move has been made completely.

He picked up the bottle of whiskey he hadn't drunk from before and gently tapped it against the bottle in Iron Fist's hand.

"bite--"

The crisp sound of glass clashing echoed in the room.

"You flatter me, Master."

Lin Bai took a sip of the spicy, low-quality liquor, his eyes deep and revealing a captivating confidence.

"Since I'm getting this salary, I naturally have to do the work. It's perfectly reasonable."

"However, this is just the beginning."

He put down the bottle, glanced at Iron Fist and Black Mamba, and spoke calmly.

"From now on, I will lead you all to make the name 'Iron Fist' a nightmare for everyone in the city."

"Even a dog, as long as it follows me, I can turn it into a celestial hound."

Iron Fist was thrilled, though he felt something was off.

But "Howling Celestial Dog"... it sounds really majestic!

"Okay! Let's do it!"

Iron Fist tilted his head back, downed the bottle of strong liquor in one gulp, and exuded heroic spirit.

He put down the bottle, wiped his mouth, and then, as if remembering something, chuckled.

"By the way, strategist, we're all family now. If we're going to do something big, we need a prestigious title."

"I haven't asked yet, brother, what's your name?"

Lin Bai was slightly taken aback.

Name?

He smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light.

"Just call me... Mr. Bai."

......

Inside the VIP room, the smell of cheap tobacco had mostly dissipated.

Now that Lin Bai has officially joined the group, Iron Fist is no longer hiding anything.

He sat down with an air of authority and began to explain the family's background to this newly appointed "advisor".

"Brother, I'm only telling you this. In the outer city, our 'Dust Brotherhood' is definitely one of the top three!"

Iron Fist lit a cigar as thick as his wrist, sucked on it until his cheeks were sunken, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

His oily face was filled with pride.

"Besides those steampunk lunatics and that bunch of mystical 'Skeleton Sanctuary,' the rest? Ha, they're all nobodies."

As he said this, Iron Fist clearly selectively forgot that just a few hours earlier, he had almost been driven to the brink of mental collapse by a group of Bloodhands who had crawled into the sewers.

Lin Bai leaned back on the sofa, his slender fingers twirling an empty wine bottle, his expression calm.

"Our Brotherhood is divided into two factions: the internal affairs faction and the external affairs faction," Iron Fist said, exhaling a smoke ring and gesturing with his radish-thick fingers.

"Those bastards from the Internal Affairs Faction are more cunning than honeycomb briquettes, always scheming against this and that."

"Our boxing gym belongs to the 'external affairs' faction. It's simple and brutal—we take down anyone who disagrees with us, and we specialize in dealing with all kinds of troublemakers."

"You are a regular member for now, and I am a core member."

"I have a gang leader above me named 'Rotten Swamp.' He's a ruthless character."

Upon hearing this name, Iron Fist shrank his neck and his voice dropped two octaves.

"I'll take you to pay your respects later. But don't worry, with your brains, Boss Fuzuma will treat you like royalty."

Lin Bai listened casually.

He wasn't interested in gang structures; there was only one thing he cared about.

"We'll talk about that later."

Lin Bai placed the wine bottle on the table, making a crisp sound.

Now that I've started this job, shouldn't I check out... the employee benefits?

"Haha! I love your straightforwardness, brother, no beating around the bush!"

He slapped his thigh with his iron fist and waved to the Black Mamba in the corner:

"Show us our 'good stuff' and let the strategist see for himself!"

Black Mamba didn't say anything, walked to the metal computer covered in stickers, and started typing furiously.

The screen turned around, and a simple page was displayed on it.

"This is an internal redemption platform." Iron Fist leaned closer, like a salesman trying to sell expired Amway.

"As long as you have points, there are lots of great things you can redeem. Take a look first, and I'll open an account for you tomorrow so you can start redeeming."

He pointed to the "Black Mamba" ID in the upper right corner of the screen.

"As for the points... in that battle just now, even though you only had to say a few words, I reported it and it's considered a major achievement!"

"Those internal affairs guys may be stingy, but for a victory like this where you wiped out the enemy with zero losses, they'd at least give you 10 points!"

When the word "10 points" was mentioned, both Iron Fist and Black Mamba's eyes lit up.

That expression seemed to say: Bro, you've struck it rich.

It should be understood that even if an ordinary gang member risked their life for several years, they might not be able to accumulate this amount.

Lin Bai didn't seem to feel anything; his expression remained unchanged as his gaze quickly swept over the list.

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