Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

The wind howled in my ears.

Lin Dawei was enjoying the thrill of flying close to the ground when a green phone icon suddenly popped up on the holographic HUD interface of his smart glasses.

Immediately afterwards, Doubao's clear female voice rang out from inside the helmet.

"Master, there is an incoming call. The caller's contact name is Zhao Qinglan."

Lin Dawei didn't even blink.

"Connected."

"Lin Dawei".

Zhao Qinglan's cool voice clearly reached my ears through her glasses, her tone carrying an unquestionable air.

"Come pick me up at Waterfront Dragon Court in half an hour, I need to go out for a bit."

At this point, the voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment.

"Don't forget what I told you yesterday."

"Don't worry, boss."

Lin Dawei raised an eyebrow, his tone full of amusement.

"I just bought two bars of sulfur soap, I'll make sure I get thoroughly clean before I go over."

"beep--"

The call was abruptly ended.

Lin Dawei clamped his long legs onto the fuel tank, causing the car to suddenly bend and head straight off the national highway via the ramp.

Fifteen minutes later.

The rioter V8 came to an abrupt stop outside the gate of the old residential area.

Lin Dawei landed nimbly, flipped off the bike, and took off his helmet: "Doubao, find a parking space yourself."

"Received, automatic parking has been activated."

Wearing smart glasses, Lin Dawei strode into the residential area.

He pushed open the door, pulled out two changes of clothes, and went straight into the bathroom.

The cool tap water poured down from above, washing away the fatigue remaining on his strong muscles and the scent of perfume left by Tang Xiu.

A quick five-minute resolution.

He changed into a dry, plain black T-shirt, paired with tactical work pants and military boots.

There was no smell of smoke, no smell of perfume, only an extremely refreshing soapy scent mixed with the man's body odor.

Lin Dawei pushed open the door and went downstairs, walking slowly towards the entrance of the residential area.

He raised his hand and lightly touched the edge of the smart glasses' frame.

"Doubao, switch to the mature appearance and wait for me outside the main gate of the community."

"Yes, Master."

When Lin Dawei arrived at the gate, the thug V8 had been transformed into a sturdy heavy-duty cruiser SUV.

Wait quietly outside the gate in a place where you won't get in the way.

"Let's go."

Lin Dawei controlled the steering wheel with one hand, heading towards the direction of Shui'an Longting.

The half-hour time limit was just right.

Lin Dawei arrived at the main gate of Shui'an Longting.

Instead of going inside, he rode his motorcycle to a row of marked visitor parking spaces at the entrance of the villa area.

He slammed on the brakes, his long legs bracing the ground.

I just parked the rioter V8 smoothly in the parking space.

drop--!!!

Suddenly, a piercing, drawn-out car horn blared from behind!

Lin Dawei didn't turn around. He held the handlebars with both hands and glanced at the bike through the rearview mirror.

A black Audi A6 was right behind his motorcycle, with its front end less than half a meter away from the motorcycle's rear wheel.

The driver was clearly short-tempered; seeing that the person in front wouldn't give way, he honked the horn even more fiercely.

Drop drop! ! !

Lin Dawei sat casually in the car seat, completely ignoring the matter.

This parking space is public and available on a first-come, first-served basis.

boom!

The driver's side door of the Audi was flung open.

A young man dressed in high-end custom casual wear and wearing a pair of limited-edition sneakers stepped down.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, with a neatly combed slicked-back hairstyle.

He strode closer, his gaze first falling on the heavy-looking, obviously expensive black recreational motorcycle.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

For a privileged second-generation rich kid like him, no matter how expensive a motorcycle is, it's nothing more than a life-threatening "meat wrapped in iron," and it's simply not respectable.

He looked up, about to explode.

But when she saw Lin Dawei straddling the car, her forward steps involuntarily paused.

The hand that was about to reach up and pat the handlebars was abruptly pulled back.

His body betrayed him, and he didn't dare to get any closer to Lin Dawei.

But relying on his powerful background, he was used to running rampant in this area and was not afraid of even a muscular man.

He stood a meter or so away, raised his chin, his face full of undisguised arrogance and impatience.

"Are you deaf?"

The man pointed at Lin Dawei, his tone exuding an air of superiority.

"What are you doing, riding that beat-up two-wheeler and blocking the road? I want this parking space, move it now!"

Lin Dawei turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing the man's eyes.

"Is this parking space registered in your name?"

His voice was deep, with a hint of harshness.

The young man clearly hadn't expected that someone would dare to talk back to him in such a tone at the entrance of the Waterfront Dragon Court.

His face instantly fell.

But looking at Lin Dawei's terrifying physique, he managed to suppress the urge to rush up and grab his collar.

He took half a step back, his finger tapping lightly in the air, and raised his voice.

"Do you even know where the hell this is?!"

"Stop talking nonsense! I told you to move, so you move! Try glaring at me again and see what happens? I think you're asking for trouble!"

Lin Dawei was too lazy to waste words with this idiot.

He jumped out of the car, ready to teach him a lesson.

"Hey, hey, hey! Brother Yu, don't be impulsive!"

"Old Lin, don't do it! Don't do it!"

An anxious voice suddenly came from the gate of the villa area.

Zhao Pengfei was dressed in a suit today, which was unusual for him, and his leather shoes made a rapid thud on the ground.

He waved his hands and sprinted over.

He grabbed the young man's arm and forcefully pulled him back half a step.

"It's a misunderstanding! We're all on the same side!"

The man known as "Brother Yu" frowned and shook off Zhao Pengfei's hand.

"Pengfei? Who's this bastard? He's like a hedgehog."

Zhao Pengfei chuckled twice and stepped between the two to act as a peacemaker.

"Brother Yu, calm down. He's my sister's driver."

Zhao Pengfei turned his head and winked at Lin Dawei.

"Old Lin, this is my cousin, Wang Yu. He's my uncle's eldest son."

When Zhao Pengfei mentioned the word "uncle," he deliberately emphasized it, clearly reminding Lin Dawei of the other party's background.

That's the son of a powerful leader in the county!

A true county town Brahmin!

"Old Lin, could you do me the trouble to move the car forward and park it under that tree?"

Zhao Pengfei tried to coax and persuade him.

Lin Dawei sat in the car, his gaze sweeping over Wang Yu's arrogant face.

He also learned his lesson and realized there was no need to have a direct conflict with these people.

"OK."

Lin Dawei twitched the corners of his mouth, his desire for power growing even stronger.

He kicked off the engine, restarted the riot V8, and floored the gas pedal to stop the car a dozen meters away.

Sun Yu watched Lin Dawei's retreating figure and gave a disdainful snort.

"What the hell! A lousy driver like you dares to act tough in front of me!"

He dusted off non-existent dust from his cuffs and turned to look at Zhao Pengfei.

"Pengfei, has your uncle arrived home yet?"

"We've arrived!"

Zhao Pengfei quickly nodded in agreement.

"The old man rushed back from the provincial capital early this morning, and he's talking to my sister in the living room right now."

"Brother Yu, you came early this time, is there something your uncle told you?"

"Tomorrow's meeting is a big deal, and my dad asked me to come over first and sound out my uncle's opinion."

Sun Yu patted Zhao Pengfei on the left shoulder and swaggered into the villa area with an air of nonchalance.

Lin Dawei parked his motorcycle in the sun.

"Doubao, standby charging."

The dark scales on the fuselage turned slightly, silently absorbing light energy.

Lin Dawei strolled into the Waterfront Dragon Court with one hand in his pocket.

He easily found his way to the underground garage of Villa No. 8 and opened the roller shutter door.

Among a group of luxury cars, he opened the door of the white Maserati, skillfully started the engine, and reversed.

The white car body traced an elegant arc and came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps in front of the villa's main entrance.

Lin Dawei got out of the car.

He leaned against the car door, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and put it in his mouth.

Before I could even press the lighter button...

Click.

The villa's gate was pushed open from the inside.

Zhao Qinglan walked out wearing a pair of black stilettos and a dark gray business suit.

However, her brows were slightly furrowed at the moment.

The man who walked out beside her was a dark-colored Tang suit with subtle patterns.

The man looked to be around fifty years old, slightly overweight, and in good spirits.

He stood ramrod straight, and his every move exuded the air of someone who had long held a high position.

Zhao Shikun, the head of the Zhao family.

"Qinglan, there is no room for negotiation on this matter."

Zhao Shikun's voice was deep and resonant, exuding an undeniable authority.

"Since your uncle has spoken up, and Zhou Hao is a good person with extensive connections in the province."

"You need to show me some seriousness at tomorrow's birthday banquet. Don't let your petty temper jeopardize the Zhao family's future!"

Zhao Qinglan suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She gripped the black briefcase tightly in her hand.

"The bigger picture?"

Zhao Qinglan sneered, her voice low but carrying a strong sense of defiance.

"So, you're going to use me as a bargaining chip in a marriage alliance just for your business and connections?"

"presumptuous!"

Zhao Shikun's face suddenly darkened.

"You were born into the Zhao family and benefited from their resources; this is your responsibility!"

The atmosphere between the father and daughter was tense and had reached a freezing point.

Just then.

Lin Dawei casually stuffed the unlit cigarette back into the cigarette pack.

He took two steps and opened the rear door of the Maserati.

"Director Zhao, the car is ready."

The deep voice instantly broke the oppressive atmosphere on the steps.

Zhao Qinglan took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the anger in her eyes.

She didn't even glance at Zhao Shikun again, and silently bent down to get into the car.

boom.

Lin Dawei slammed the car door shut.

He turned around and met Zhao Shikun's gaze.

Experienced, sharp, and with a strong sense of scrutiny.