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The Mafia King's First Love

[Completed] Meet the Mafia King, whose fearsome reputation in the Underworld spread far and wide! But he hides behind the identity of a billionaire CEO. Money? Power? Handsome? All check! Except that he had a teensy tiny problem - his ZERO EQ that failed him to understand emotions. Until the day Song Lihua walks in his life. Song Lihua's simple aim in life was to get a job and earn money. But a chance encounter with the Mafia King makes her fall in love with him at first sight. She declares to win his heart one day. But to her shock, the Mafia King himself becomes her next door neighbor! Together with her, the emotions in deep slumber within him began to awaken. Hiding a dark secret from her, the Mafia King slowly grows closer to her. But as he faces a threat that could bring the truth to light, he does something unimaginable to stop Lihua from leaving. Amidst the hidden conspiracies of the Underworld, what will the Mafia King do to keep her by his side? How far will he go to hide his secret? "You are my first love that brought this empty shell of my heart back to life. You have a place in my heart no one else could ever have." - The Mafia King. ------ **Scene excerpt** "Boss, please tell me the source of your skills!" Lihua sobbed. "Cookbooks. Videos." "That's it? You mastered such awesome skills just by that?" "They are too easy." "If it's that easy then why am I suffering like this?" The clueless Mafia King absolutely didn't mean any harm or mockery to her self-esteem by saying the next words. "Lack of talent." "..." -------- You are all welcomed to join my discord ^^ - https://discord.gg/CbhNys444r Follow author on Insta - enthu_reader7 **Cover is designed by artist Vatarison. Insta - vatarison.art**

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Xinyue was at work, doing his new mission and that was gathering Intel on the corrupt politician. He was dressed in a casual shirt and pants, sitting in a diner with two tables across where the politician was talking to somebody.

Another assistant spy in training accompanied Xinyue on this job. The Cheng family didn't just solve missions but also trained new and capable young men and women after a thorough selection process. This young man's name was Yun Su who was twenty-two years old.

He had planted a small, undetectable microphone under the table where the corrupt politician Tian Yan was seated. He was adjusting the frequency on his phone but looking as if he was merely browsing randomly.

"Sir Xinyue. They are talking about some illegal imports at our ports," he seriously whispered as he gave him an update.

"Hm," Xinyue touched his chin.

"What do you think they might be illegally importing here? Drugs? Weapons?"

"I don't think so."