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

Zhou Man's steps were slow.

The high heels clicked on the bright floor tiles, tap, tap, tap.

The lobby manager, who had been wearing a somewhat perfunctory smile, straightened his back by half an inch upon hearing this voice.

"Director Zhou."

Zhou Man glanced at Lin Dawei, then looked at the lobby manager.

"What's wrong?"

The lobby manager lowered his voice.

"This gentleman is inquiring about bank statements that are not his own."

He spoke very softly.

But as soon as those words appeared, the two customers waiting nearby subconsciously looked up.

In places like bank lobbies, the worst thing is when the words "not the owner," "transaction records," and "account" are all together.

Zhou Man's gaze towards Lin Dawei showed neither obvious disgust nor impatience.

There is only one kind of distance.

That kind of distance is more painful than being insulted.

"gentlemen."

Zhou Man spoke, her voice low.

"Bank statements are considered customer privacy. Except for authorization from the individual or access by judicial authorities in accordance with the law, no other individual has the right to access them."

Lin Dawei nodded.

"What if the wife checks up on her husband?"

Zhou Man's brow twitched slightly; the frown was a restrained yet beautiful gesture.

"A marital relationship is not the same as an empowerment relationship."

"What if you want to file for divorce?"

"Hire a lawyer and apply for an investigation order through the court."

Lin Dawei understood.

Wang Yan wanted to investigate Zhao Daqiang's finances privately, but it was difficult.

You need to go to court, you need a lawyer, and you need direction.

He was about to ask another question when Zhou Man looked at the lobby manager.

"In the future, respond to these kinds of questions using compliant wording and do not elaborate."

The lobby manager nodded immediately.

"Understood, Director Zhou."

Lin Dawei frowned.

These words may not sound harsh, but their meaning is clear.

Lin Dawei looked at Zhou Man.

"Director Zhou, I just want to ask about the procedure."

Zhou Man turned around, a professional smile on her face.

"You can ask, but please don't steer staff to discuss customer privacy."

Lin Dawei chuckled.

"What did I guide you to?"

"Sir, you have just made consecutive inquiries about searches conducted by individuals other than yourself, searches conducted by spouses, and searches related to divorce. This involves risky scenarios."

Zhou Man's voice wasn't loud, but several people in the hall looked over.

"Our bank serves legitimate customers and does not provide methods to circumvent the rules."

Lin Dawei touched his back molars with the tip of his tongue.

"Do you think I'm here to take advantage of loopholes?"

Zhou Man did not respond to that sentence.

Her gaze fell on Lin Dawei's face, lightly swept over his clothes, and then looked away.

"If you are just seeking general information, the lobby manager has already answered your question. If you have business to conduct, please take a number. Otherwise, please do not disrupt the order in the lobby."

Maintain order in the lobby.

As he uttered those four words, a surge of anger rose within Lin Dawei.

He had seen Wang Yan swear, Liu Li smash her pen, and Cai Rong speak in a sarcastic tone.

But Zhou Man was different; she didn't scold.

Every word she uttered was in accordance with the rules.

Every sentence is flawless.

But it is precisely because there is no fault to be found that it is even more frustrating.

Rules separate people, glass doors block them out.

She stood inside the glass, clean and tidy, cold and deserted.

Lin Dawei stood outside the glass, looking like a lowly person covered in dust, sweat, and the smell of trouble.

"Okay." Lin Dawei nodded.

He did not continue arguing.

There's no point in arguing in a place like this.

The air conditioning in the bank was blowing on him, but he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

He turned and walked out, glancing back at me before leaving.

Zhou Man had already pushed open the glass door of the VIP room, her back view slender, without even glancing at him.

The sun was blindingly bright outside.

He stood on the steps and lit a cigarette. The nicotine filled his lungs, suppressing the fire in his heart.

Lawyer, court, investigation order.

If Zhao Daqiang really starts transferring money, by the time the court finds out, it will be too late.

Lin Dawei exhaled a puff of smoke.

At noon, Lin Dawei sent Wang Yan a WeChat message, explaining the procedures the bank had asked him about.

Wang Yan quickly replied with a voice message.

"Court? Lawyer? When will that happen! I just want to know where his money went!"

Lin Dawei didn't reply with a voice message, he only typed.

[Haste won't help. First, find a lawyer to check his accounts, then keep an eye on Zhu Zhu's apartment.]

Wang Yan replied with three words.

Come here.

Lin Dawei glanced at it but didn't go.

He has more important things to do now: go home, sleep, recharge, and have a good meal.

He's going to the gym this afternoon.

He checked and found that the largest fitness center in the county was called "Limei Fitness," located on the fourth floor of Wanda Plaza.

Lin Dawei arrived at four o'clock in the afternoon.

The two young women at the front desk were scrolling through short videos when they saw Lin Dawei walk in, and they were stunned at first.

He was wearing work pants, a black short-sleeved shirt, had broad shoulders, and a rough face. He didn't look like he was there to apply for a membership card; he looked like he was there to fix an air conditioner.

"Brother, are you looking for someone?"

Lin Dawei glanced at the equipment area inside.

"Apply for a card."

The receptionist blinked.

"Our annual membership is 2,800 yuan, and private lessons are extra."

"Are there single-use options?"

"Trial class: 88 yuan"

Lin Dawei scans the QR code.

"Try it first."

The girl took the money and gave him the bracelet.

"Go to the left of the locker room. Once you enter the equipment area, don't use it indiscriminately. If you need anything, you can call the roster coach."

Lin Dawei nodded and went into the locker room.

He closed the cabinet door and took off his outer trousers.

The moment the green leggings were revealed, a young man changing clothes next to him dropped his towel.

The young man stared at him for two seconds, then quickly turned away.

Lin Dawei ignored him.

He'll understand when he gets to that age; Old Deng should be a little more flamboyant.

The equipment area was brightly lit, and there was a mirror covering an entire wall.

Several women were walking slowly on the treadmill, all wearing yoga pants.

Over in the strength training area, a few young men wearing headphones were doing chest push-ups, their movements were not standard, but their expressions were strained.

Lin Dawei got on the treadmill first.

Speed ​​six, ten minutes.

Sweat started to appear on my forehead.

Speed ​​eight, and ten minutes later.

My calf muscles started to ache.

Speed ​​10, five minutes.

His breathing became heavy, his chest heaved violently, and sweat dripped from his resolute chin onto the treadmill belt.

A male coach wearing a tight vest nearby couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and tapped on the screen:

"Brother, don't run so hard when you're just starting out. Your knees can't take the weight."

Lin Dawei pressed the stop button and took a few breaths while holding onto the handle.

"fine."

The male coach smiled. "You've trained before?"

Does moving goods count?

The male coach was amused.

"It's based on physical strength, not training."

Lin Dawei wiped his sweat.

"Then teach me how to practice being fast."

Upon hearing this, the male coach perked up.

"Do you want to lose fat or gain muscle?"

"I want them both."

"That requires systematic training. First, measure your body fat percentage, then create a training plan."

Lin Dawei glanced at the price tag.

A private coaching trial lesson costs 380 yuan.

He waved his hand.

"Practice on your own first."

The male coach's enthusiasm faded a bit.

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Lin Dawei walked to the dumbbell area.

Ten kilograms.

Bicep curls.

A group of twelve.

My arms felt swollen after two sets.

Switch to bench press.

Warm up with an empty racket.

Add a tablet.

By the third set, his chest began to feel hot.

The muscle-tearing sensation from last night returned, but this time it wasn't as intense; it felt like a hand inside his body was pushing him to continue.

Lin Dawei gritted his teeth and forced himself to finish pushing the last two.

The barbell was hung back on the rack.

boom.

The voice wasn't loud, but it caught the attention of several young people nearby.

The young man who was holding the towel was also there.

He whispered to his companion, "That guy's pretty tough."

His companion grimaced.

"A beginner practicing haphazardly will make it impossible to get up tomorrow."

Lin Dawei heard it.

He didn't turn around.

He practiced until 5:30, and his entire short-sleeved shirt was soaked with sweat.

My chest, shoulders, and back were all hot, and my legs were sore, but I could stand very steadily.

He turned and walked toward the locker room corridor to get his water bottle.

The moment he stepped into the passage.

A commotion arose at the doorway, and a woman walked in.

Black tight-fitting yoga pants, white sports vest, and a light gray sun-protective jacket draped over them.

Zhou Man.

Lin Dawei had his back to the door, so the two of them just missed each other.

Five minutes later.

Lin Dawei, carrying a water cup, wiped his sweat with a towel as he walked back to the equipment area.

He went to the water dispenser to get some water.

The running area is right next to the water dispenser.

Zhou Man is walking slowly on the treadmill.

She looked straight ahead, alternating her legs, her black yoga pants taut, outlining her long, straight muscle lines.

Lin Dawei unscrewed the lid of the water cup.

The water cascaded down with a splash.

Zhou Man turned her head away.

His gaze landed precisely on Lin Dawei's face.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her two delicate eyebrows instantly furrowed into a knot.

Zhou Man suddenly pressed the stop button.

She stepped off the train before the tracks had come to a complete stop.

She grabbed the towel draped over the handrail and strode toward the water dispenser.

The sneakers made no crisp sound like high heels when they stepped on the cushioning mat, but each step carried a strong sense of pressure.

She stopped half a meter away from Lin Dawei.

A cool, refreshing scent of perfume, mixed with a very faint smell of sweat, brushed past Lin Dawei's nose.

"You're following me?"

The two male members next to him who were giving chest massages stopped and glanced over.

Lin Dawei swallowed the water in his mouth.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he wiped a drop of water from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"What?"

Zhou Man's chest heaved violently, stretching her white sports vest taut.

The restraint beneath the professional attire was stripped away by this sportswear, revealing a sharp, aloof edge.

"Was I not clear enough at the bank this morning?"

She stared at Lin Dawei.

"Relentless pestering won't change any compliance requirements."

Lin Dawei stopped wiping his sweat.

He looked at Zhou Man's cold and arrogant face.

He raised his right hand, which was holding a water cup, and on his wrist hung a green plastic bracelet.

It has four characters printed on it: LiMei Fitness.

Lin Dawei flicked his wrist, and the bracelet made a soft clinking sound as it swayed in front of her.

"I was here first."

His voice was hoarse, heavy with the strain of just having exerted himself.

"Do you own this shop?"

Zhou Man's gaze was fixed on the green bracelet, as if nailed down.

Her beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled twice.

The aggressive heaving of his chest abruptly stopped for half a second.

The air became quiet.

The two male members who were peeking nearby quickly looked away.

Zhou Man's back remained ramrod straight.

She didn't lower her head; the angle of her chin didn't decrease even a millimeter.

His lips moved.

"never mind."

She turned and left.

Her figure was slender from behind, with black yoga pants hugging her long legs, and her steps remained precise and steady.

There was no apology offered.

The moment she turned around.

A crisp mechanical notification suddenly rang in Lin Dawei's mind.

【Ding! 】

[Target matching the criteria has been found.]

[Four-star target: Zhou Man (Deputy Director of Credit at the County Rural Commercial Bank) has been secured.]

Name: Zhou Man

Age: 33

【Height: 168cm】

[Measurements: 88-64-86]

Special features: Stunning figure, excellent leg shape, and prominent collarbones.

【Pants Value: ★★★★】

[Phase 1 Mission Unlocked: 0/1 kills]

[Task Hint: Strong target class consciousness, high financial threshold.]