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

Lin Dawei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

Zhao Pengfei strode to the railing of the boxing ring and stared at Lin Dawei as if he were a monster.

The place was quiet for about half a minute.

With his younger brother's help, Atai managed to stand up straight, dragging his still twitching thigh, and limped to the edge of the stage.

"Young Master Zhao, I was careless."

Atai gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in sweat.

Zhao Pengfei frowned and shook his hand, telling him to shut up.

Atai glanced at Lin Dawei, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of lingering fear.

"That old guy is really weird."

"His bones are like blocks of iron, and he's all muscle. I've never seen anyone so resilient since I took office."

"He doesn't know how to fight at all; he just swings his arms around with brute force."

"If he learns the rules and skills, he will definitely be a top performer in our county."

Zhao Pengfei stroked his chin.

He squinted and re-examined Lin Dawei's muscles and his back, which was covered in scars but still stood straight.

Zhao Pengfei isn't stupid.

His men are good at bullying ordinary people, but they're completely unreliable when they encounter tough opponents.

He had long wanted to find someone who was tough, daring, and tenacious.

More importantly, Lin Dawei has a daughter studying in the provincial capital.

Having this weakness in mind makes it easier to use them with peace of mind.

Zhao Pengfei forced a smile, which looked somewhat sinister.

"Fine, old man, you're lucky to be alive."

"Since Artest says you're got potential, I'll see just how good you really are."

Zhao Pengfei pointed at Lin Dawei through the iron fence.

"Starting tomorrow, come to the boxing gym every afternoon and learn from Atai for three days."

"Three days from now, you'll come with me to handle some business."

Lin Dawei took a deep breath, suppressing the bloody smell in his lungs.

"it is good."

He didn't say a word more, and bent down to pick up the black short-sleeved shirt from the corner.

With his short-sleeved shirt draped over his shoulders, he pushed open the door of the boxing gym and walked out.

……

The truck was parked in the county hospital's parking lot.

The night wind blew in through the rolled-down car window, and Lin Dawei felt a burning pain on his right cheek, while the injury to his ribs ached terribly at the slightest touch.

He opened the car door, preparing to head towards the emergency room.

"oops!"

An electric scooter darted out from around the corner, its front swerving and nearly hitting Lin Dawei.

The young nurse on the bicycle had clearly just finished her night shift and was a little dazed. She couldn't dodge in time and was about to fall to the ground along with her bicycle.

Lin Dawei reacted quickly, his strong arm suddenly reaching out to grab the nurse's slender waist, managing to steady her and the car.

The nurse gasped and threw herself into a broad, sturdy embrace.

A strong, masculine aura wafted over me.

She looked up and, in the dim light of the streetlamp, saw Lin Dawei's resolute profile and the muscles that exuded explosive power, even through his clothes.

A sense of security instantly enveloped her, and the little nurse's big eyes sparkled, her heart skipping a beat.

"Brother Lin?"

Upon seeing who it was, she exclaimed in surprise.

This was the nurse who had previously helped him look up information about Zhu Zhu.

Lin Dawei released his grip, steadying her electric scooter, his voice hoarse.

"Oh, it's you. Ride your bike slower."

The nurse then came to her senses, her cheeks flushed, and she immediately noticed Lin Dawei's swollen face and the blood at the corner of his mouth.

She was startled, quickly propped up her car, and jogged over.

"How did you get so hurt?"

The young nurse looked up, her big eyes filled with worry.

"I bumped into someone, it's nothing, I'm just here to get some medicine."

Lin Dawei forced a smile.

"You call this nothing!"

The nurse was a little anxious.

She grabbed Lin Dawei's arm, but then quickly let go, afraid of hurting him.

"There's only one doctor in the emergency room, and he's incredibly busy. Let me take you to the treatment room to get it done."

Without saying a word, the nurse led Lin Dawei toward the side of the outpatient building.

As she walked, she took out her phone and quickly typed messages.

The treatment room was lit by cold, white operating lights.

Lin Dawei took off his shirt, revealing his strong and muscular upper body.

His chest and ribs were covered in bruises of all sizes.

The nurse brought over iodine and cotton swabs. Looking at the shocking wounds, her hands trembled slightly, unsure where to begin.

Click.

The door to the treatment room opened.

Li Luo walked in wearing a white coat, with his hands in his pockets.

She was on night shift in the inpatient department when she received the message from the nurse and rushed down.

Li Luo was always a man of few words, and his personality exuded a natural aloofness.

Her gaze swept over Lin Dawei's bruised and swollen muscles, and her delicate brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"How did this happen?"

Li Luo walked up to him, his voice indifferent.

Lin Dawei looked up at his former sister-in-law.

Her face was delicate and gentle, and the white coat she wore made her look neat and upright. Her waist was extremely slender, and her long hair was tied back, revealing a fair and slender neck.

"It was dark, and I accidentally tripped and fell."

Lin Dawei spoke calmly.

Li Luo gave him a cold glance.

"Can you get fist marks from a wrestling match?"

She didn't ask any more questions and took the tray from the nurse.

"I'll do it."

The nurse didn't leave; she stood obediently beside me, helping to hand over gauze and ointment.

Li Luo used tweezers to hold an alcohol swab, lowered her head, and disinfected the wound on Lin Dawei's lip.

The two were very close.

Lin Dawei could smell the disinfectant mixed with Li Luo's body odor on his body.

Li Luo only needed to slightly raise her eyes to feel Lin Dawei's heavy, warm breath spraying on her cheek.

That strong masculine aura inexplicably stirred a sense of panic in her usually icy demeanor, causing even the fingers holding the tweezers to tense slightly.

The cotton ball touched the wound, causing a sharp pain.

Lin Dawei didn't even frown; he calmly looked at Li Luo's profile.

She had long eyelashes, her eyes were lowered, and although her movements were quick, she used very little force.

When the tweezers moved to the large purplish bruise on his right rib, Li Luo paused for half a second.

This injury is clearly from a heavy punch; an ordinary person would be lying in bed groaning by now.

Li Luo raised her eyes and met Lin Dawei's gentle gaze.

There was no anger or pain in those eyes, only a calm composure born of experience.

The ambiguous temperature in the air is quietly rising.

Just then, the nurse next to her turned around to get the scissors, but accidentally tripped over the footrest of the medical waste bin and swayed.

"Ouch!"

The nurse gasped and bumped her shoulder into Li Luo's back.

Li Luo was already bent over applying medicine, and his center of gravity was unstable. With this sudden bump, he instantly lost his balance and fell straight forward.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Li Luo's soft body crashed solidly into Lin Dawei's broad and firm arms.

Lin Dawei subconsciously opened his arms and firmly embraced Li Luo's slender waist.

Li Luo's cheek pressed directly against Lin Dawei's hot, hard pectoral muscles. The heat transmitted through their skin felt like an electric current instantly piercing through her.

She could even clearly hear Lin Dawei's steady and powerful heartbeat.

The treatment room seemed to freeze at that moment.

The nurse stood to the side, covering her mouth and staring wide-eyed at the two embracing, her face as red as a ripe apple.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Sister Li, I didn't mean to!"

Li Luo broke free from Lin Dawei's embrace as if she had been electrocuted.

A rare blush appeared on her fair cheeks, and even her slender neck took on a pink hue.

She hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled white coat, quickly avoiding Lin Dawei's deep and gentle gaze.

"The bones are fine, it's all superficial injuries."

Li Luo's voice trembled slightly as she tried her best to hide her inner panic. She picked up a tube of ointment, squeezed it onto a cotton swab, and applied it layer by layer.

"Lin Xiaoyu is still studying in the provincial capital, waiting for you to pay her tuition."

Li Luo tried her best to regain her original aloofness, but her words revealed her undisguised concern.

Lin Dawei chuckled softly, feeling the lingering warmth in his arms.

"Don't worry, I'm very tough."

Li Luo packed her things, turned around to wash her hands, and the water flowed over her fair and slender fingers.

"When Xiaoyu comes back from her holiday in a couple of days, she'll definitely cry if she sees you like this."

"Just don't video chat with her."

Lin Dawei put on a black short-sleeved shirt and got dressed.

"Thank you for your help today, Li Luo."

Li Luo dried her hands, turned around, and without saying a word, glanced at him with her slightly flustered eyes, then pushed open the door and walked out.

After leaving the hospital, Lin Dawei got into the truck.

He lit a cigarette, and the smoke made his lungs ache.

What happened at the boxing gym today made him more aware of his current situation.

Duck King's athletic pants enhanced his physique after training, making him very strong, but he still suffered against a professional like Artest.

We must complete the tasks as soon as possible to get the new rewards.

Lin Dawei pressed the clutch and shifted gears.

The truck roared as it drove toward Wang Yan's small villa.

In the dead of night, only a small lamp was on in the living room of the small villa.

Wang Yan was wearing a slip dress and sitting on the sofa looking at her phone.

Upon hearing the door open, Wang Yan quickly stood up.

Lin Dawei walked in, reeking of smoke and disinfectant.

Wang Yan went up to him, and just as she was about to speak, she saw the gauze on Lin Dawei's mouth and the swelling on his face.

"Dawei, you got into a fight?"

Wang Yan was startled and reached out to touch his face.

Lin Dawei did not answer.

He now has only one thought in his mind: the desire for power.

He grabbed Wang Yan's wrist, then wrapped his arms around her waist, and with an irresistible force, pushed her down onto the sofa.

Wang Yan exclaimed in surprise.

Before she could react, Lin Dawei's warm body pressed against her.

"Dawei...you're still injured..."

Wang Yan's voice sounded a little flustered, but more than that, it conveyed an indescribable feeling.

Lin Dawei didn't give her a chance to refuse; his large hand lifted the thin nightgown.

Soon, the living room was filled with the sound of panting that made one blush.

In this purely emotional struggle, Wang Yan completely succumbed.

I don't know how much time passed.

The wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Wang Yan leaned softly against Lin Dawei's firm chest, not wanting to move a single finger.

A crisp sound rang in Lin Dawei's mind.

【Ding! 】

[One-star objective: Wang Yan. Phase 2 mission progress update: 7/10.]

Lin Dawei exhaled a breath of stale air.

We're one step closer to the next lucky draw.

He held the sleeping woman in his arms, his eyes filled with a desire for another time in the dim light.

[One-star objective: Wang Yan. Phase 2 mission progress update: 8/10.]