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

Lin Dawei acted like a third party, inserting himself between Zhao Shao and Sun Qian.

The bright green leggings shimmered with an almost magical quality under the gym's bright incandescent lights.

Especially his exaggeratedly large crow, which was extremely aggressive, almost touched Zhao Shao's body.

"Where did this old lunatic come from!"

Zhao Shao's eyes hurt from the sudden green light.

He was furious and, without even looking at who the other person was, raised his hand and shoved Lin Dawei hard in the chest.

"Get out of my way!"

boom.

A muffled thud.

Zhao Shao used all his strength this time; he was quite a skilled fighter in bars.

But the result was that Lin Dawei didn't even move his heels an inch.

On the contrary, Zhao Shao himself was so shaken that his hands went numb, his feet became unsteady, and he staggered back two steps.

He stared wide-eyed at the old man in front of him as if he were looking at a monster.

Although Lin Dawei was wearing a slightly worn black short-sleeved shirt, his already broad chest was now swollen with blood flow after the tenfold feedback from yesterday and today.

"Have you pushed enough?"

Lin Dawei looked down at him.

His voice was hoarse, revealing an undisguised ferocity.

"You fucking want to die, don't you?!"

Zhao Shao felt he had lost face in front of Sun Qian and so many members, and his face turned pale and then red.

He cursed and raised the heavy Porsche car key in his hand, clenched his fist, and smashed it towards Lin Dawei's temple.

Several female members screamed from the surrounding area.

Sun Qian covered her mouth in fright, just as the car key with its metal ridges was about to smash into Lin Dawei's head.

Snapped.

A thick, strong hand, like an iron clamp, gripped Zhao Shao's wrist tightly.

The fist stopped in mid-air, less than ten centimeters from Lin Dawei's face, unable to advance even an inch further.

Zhao Shao strained with all his might, his face turning red, but his hand seemed to be welded to the ground.

"They haven't even grown their pubic hair yet, and they're already trying to abduct women?"

Lin Dawei's eyes suddenly darkened, and he suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

Click.

The faint sound of bones dislocating was jarring in the quiet rest area.

"ah--"

Zhao Shao immediately let out a shrill scream, his legs went weak, and half of his body collapsed to his knees in pain.

His hand instantly loosened its grip, and the Porsche car key clattered onto the shock-absorbing mat.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Let go! You fucking let go!"

Zhao Shao's face contorted in pain, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Lin Dawei not only didn't let go, but instead grabbed his wrist and pressed it down.

The immense force brought Zhao Shao's face almost touching Lin Dawei's conspicuous green bulge.

"Watch your mouth."

Lin Dawei bent down, looking at the young master who was trembling with pain, his tone calm but unquestionable.

"This is a gym. People pay to sweat here, not to watch you show off."

"Did you understand?"

"I understand! I understand! Big brother, let go! Your bones are going to break!"

Zhao Shao couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy repeatedly, his previous arrogance completely gone.

Lin Dawei snorted coldly and shook off his hand as if throwing away trash.

thump.

Zhao Shao collapsed to the ground, clutching his swollen wrist, his entire arm trembling uncontrollably.

He raised his head, staring at Lin Dawei with venomous eyes.

"You've got guts, you're something else."

"You old bastard, you just wait! This isn't over!"

Zhao Shao didn't even bother to pick up the car keys on the ground. He scrambled to his feet, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, and fled the gym in a disheveled state.

The hall was deathly silent.

No one expected that this old man, dressed in bizarre green pants and looking like a repairman, would be so ruthless.

That's Zhao Shao, who's notoriously difficult to deal with in the county.

Next to the treadmill not far away.

Zhou Man stood there and watched the whole thing.

She crossed her arms, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her shrewd gaze lingered on the green shorts for two seconds before giving Lin Dawei's rugged face a deep look.

This man.

Not only was he persistent and clingy, but he was also a fearless and reckless scoundrel.

Zhou Man's class defenses did not waver as a result; instead, she silently added the words "dangerous element" next to the label of "lower class person."

She didn't linger and turned to walk into the women's changing room.

This is the rest area.

The receptionist quickly ran out and picked up the Porsche car keys from the ground, putting them away safely.

Lin Dawei turned around and looked at Sun Qian, who was still in shock.

The woman was nearby, and during the earlier conflict, she smelled the masculine scent emanating from Lin Dawei, a mixture of sweat and strong hormones.

Looking at Lin Dawei at this moment.

Sun Qian's gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

Those green leggings were so eye-catching; the fabric clung tightly to his muscles, making his large breasts stand out even more.

Sun Qian's cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly shifted her gaze back to Lin Dawei's face.

"Um... thank you, brother."

Sun Qian's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of flattery and gratitude, but her body instinctively shrank back half a step.

She was grateful, but she still felt that Lin Dawei's outfit made him look like a pervert.

Besides, this person has offended Young Master Zhao, which will definitely cause a lot of trouble in the future, and she doesn't want to get involved.

Lin Dawei did not respond.

He suddenly raised his right hand.

Sun Qian shuddered violently.

Those long, straight legs encased in white yoga pants subconsciously shrank back half an inch, their backs pressed even closer to the door frame.

Lin Dawei's hand went over her shoulder.

She pulled out two tissues from the tissue box at the bar behind her.

He wiped the fingers that had just touched Zhao Shao.

The movements were slow and methodical.

He lowered his head and leaned closer.

His heavy breathing hit Sun Qian's reddened earlobes.

Sun Qian froze on the spot, not daring to even breathe.

The crumpled tissue flew in an arc and landed precisely in the nearby trash can.

Lin Dawei straightened up.

Without even glancing at her again, he shuffled towards the water dispenser in his slippers and those conspicuous green shorts.

Behind.

Sun Qian stood there, stunned.

Out of the corner of Lin Dawei's eye, he saw that the plastic water cup in her hand had been completely crushed.

Her flat stomach heaved violently, and her firm leg muscles trembled slightly.

Lin Dawei picked up his water glass and tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful of cold water.

It felt like a dull knife was scraping my stomach relentlessly.

We can't practice anymore.

If I keep practicing, I'll really starve to death here.

Lin Dawei strode towards the locker room.

He took off his green shorts and changed back into cargo pants and a black short-sleeved shirt.

I walked out of the gym and went down to the first floor.

The night breeze from the county town rushed into my collar, carrying the sultry heat of early autumn.

Lin Dawei opened the door of the light truck and just inserted the key into the ignition.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

I took it out and looked at it.

Caller ID: Zhang Dahai.

connected.

A series of heavy breathing sounds came through the receiver.

The background noise was very loud, with the tire noise of cars speeding by and the whooshing sound of the wind.

"Dawei..."

Zhang Dahai's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against a rusty iron pipe.

Lin Dawei rolled down the car window.

He took out a Hongtashan cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Click.

A burst of blue flame shot up from the lighter.

"explain."

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

Immediately following was a dull, fleshy thud, like someone slapping themselves hard in the face.

"I'm finished."

"The store was sold, and the money is gone. My savings of 100,000 yuan were all swindled away by the franchisor we found."

Smoke spread through the driver's cab.

Lin Dawei stared at the neon lights outside the windshield, his eyes cold and hard.

He had reminded the fat man that night when they were having barbecue at a roadside stall.

It's hard to persuade a damn fool with kind words.

"Where is he?"

Lin Dawei exhaled a puff of thick smoke.

"Yanhe Road, under the old bridge."

"Stay put and don't move."