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

Lin Dawei dried his face with a towel.

He pulled a black, fitted shirt from the bottom of the cabinet.

This was bought for him by Li Ying before. He used to wear it because it was too tight around his stomach, but it has been sitting in the bottom of his drawer ever since.

Now, wearing it, the perfect pectoral and abdominal muscles make the shirt look crisp and straight.

The top two buttons of his collar were casually undone, giving him a roguish air.

10:30 a.m.

The light truck was parked outside the head office of the county rural commercial bank.

Lin Dawei didn't take a number at the front desk and ignored the lobby manager's attempts to stop him, heading straight for Zhou Man's private office.

Inside the office.

Zhou Man, wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt, was sitting at her desk, rubbing her temples in frustration.

The provincial inspection team will arrive tomorrow.

In order to keep her job, she had to work through the night to forge documents and forcibly turn the 500,000 yuan business loan that Shunda Freight Station had illegally flowed into the real estate market into a compliant extension.

She hated Lin Dawei to the core, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.

Click.

The office door was pushed open from the outside without knocking.

Zhou Man frowned and suddenly raised her head in anger.

"Don't you know the rules...?"

The words of reprimand were only half spoken, stuck in his throat.

Zhou Man's pupils contracted sharply, and her gaze fixed on the person who had just arrived.

A black shirt, strong and defined features, deep eyes, and an overwhelming masculine aura.

This is... Lin Laodeng?

How come Old Deng seems to have been reborn after only one night?

That face, that wild aura, is even more eye-catching than those top-tier personal trainers in the gym who are all packaged up!

Lin Dawei closed the door behind him.

Click.

The crisp sound of the door locking made Zhou Man shudder and snap back to reality.

"Why...why did you lock the door?"

Zhou Man's voice betrayed a hint of panic that she herself was unaware of.

Lin Dawei did not answer. He strode over to his desk, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

His gaze swept unabashedly over Zhou Man's full chest, which was tightly wrapped in a white shirt.

"Are the materials ready?"

If Lin Dawei had looked at her like that yesterday, Zhou Man would have found it vulgar.

But at this moment, facing this powerful body and that imposing face...

Zhou Man's pride in her superior social class inexplicably deflated.

Her heart was racing uncontrollably, and she didn't even dare to look Lin Dawei in the eye.

"It's...it's done."

Zhou Man hurriedly took a document from the drawer and pushed it in front of Lin Dawei.

"This is a 500,000 yuan extension contract. Just sign it, and I'll handle the rest."

Lin Dawei didn't even glance at the contract.

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table, his massive body casting a shadow over Zhou Man.

"Director Zhou, have you forgotten what I said yesterday?"

"I not only want an extension, I also want a new credit limit."

"300,000, unsecured personal loan."

Zhou Man's eyes widened suddenly, and she stood up abruptly.

"Lin Dawei, you've gone mad!"

"300,000 yuan without collateral? Do you think I own the rural commercial bank?"

"The provincial bank's surprise inspection is just around the corner. By extending your loan by 500,000 yuan, I've already risked my entire fortune and my life!"

Lin Dawei chuckled softly.

He stood up, walked around the large desk, and went straight to Zhou Man.

Zhou Man was so frightened that she backed away.

Her high heels tripped over the chair leg, and her lower back pressed directly against the soundproof glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

There was no way to retreat.

Lin Dawei's tall body pressed down on him.

At such close range, Zhou Man could clearly feel the burning masculine aura emanating from him.

"Director Zhou, now that you're on board, don't think you can get off easily."

Lin Dawei stretched out his strong arms and braced them against the glass window, completely trapping Zhou Man between his arms.

Zhou Man's chest heaved violently.

She tried to push the man away, but when her hand touched Lin Dawei's pectoral muscles, it felt like touching a branding iron.

Hot and hard.

Not only did I fail to push it away, but even the strength in my wrist was dissipated.

"Zhang Dahai's 80,000 yuan fraud case, plus Shunda's illegal lending."

Lin Dawei lowered his head, his warm breath spraying directly onto Zhou Man's sensitive earlobe.

"You need to help me get this money approved."

Zhou Man bit her red lips tightly.

His eyes were red-rimmed, filled with humiliation.

But deep down, they were utterly defeated by this domineering and unreasonable force.

Lin Dawei looked at the female bank executive in front of him, who was usually aloof and superior.

Without any hesitation, he stretched out his fingers and pinched Zhou Man's smooth chin.

"This...this amount is too large; I don't have the authority to handle it alone..."

Zhou Man's tone softened completely, even carrying a hint of pleading.

"It needs to be discussed at the meeting..."

That's your problem.

"This is way too difficult..."

Zhou Man's voice softened completely as she looked up at him, almost pleading.

"The process is very strict. I need to create a perfect account book and a fake mortgage... You have to give me a few days to do it."

Lin Dawei narrowed his eyes.

Looking at her delicate and proud face, now filled with panic.

"Can."

He uttered two words in his rough voice.

But instead of loosening his grip on her chin, he tightened his grip even more.

The rough pressure forced Zhou Man's red lips to involuntarily part slightly.

next second.

Lin Dawei's index finger unceremoniously probed between her rosy lips and teeth.

"Ugh—"

Zhou Man stared in horror, her eyes wide, and instinctively raised her hands to push Lin Dawei's arm.

But the man's strength was like an iron clamp, holding her firmly in place.

His fingers swirled wildly inside her mouth.

He swept across her neat, white teeth, hooked her soft, tender little tongue, and mischievously teased it.

Zhou Man's pride in her elite dignity and sense of class superiority was shattered at this moment.

Body fluids are secreted uncontrollably.

The water dripped down her delicate lips and onto her pure white, tight-fitting professional shirt, spreading out in a small patch.

"Um... Lin... Fang..."

A humiliating, muffled sob escaped her throat.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears streamed down her face.

The proud swan completely gave in, her legs so weak she could barely stand, and could only look at him with pleading eyes.

Lin Dawei then slowly withdrew his finger.

He looked at the glistening moisture on his fingertips.

He casually rubbed his fingers on Zhou Man's fair and smooth cheeks.

"Process it as soon as possible."

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

East suburbs, Black Bear Boxing Gym.

When Lin Dawei pushed open the door and walked in, Atai was sitting by the ring with an ice pack on his thigh.

When Atai saw Lin Dawei enter, his eye twitched noticeably.

That punch yesterday almost tore his quadriceps.

"Young Master Zhao instructed me to teach you for three days."

Atai, holding onto the ropes, stood up and limped to the sidelines.

"Your strength is ridiculously high, and your resistance to blows is insane. But all you do is use the haphazard, street-fighting style of yours. If you run into someone who really knows how to hold their ground, they won't go head-to-head with you; they'll just wear you down."

Lin Dawei didn't waste any words.

He took off his coat and put on thin boxing gloves.

Teach me.

Atai stopped chatting and picked up a short stick covered with sponge from the side.

"Practice the basics first. Hold the frame, butterfly step, weight transfer."

On the arena.

Lin Dawei's movements were clumsy at first, like a bear.

Muscle memory developed over forty-six years cannot be changed overnight.

As soon as Atai slightly increases his pace, his hands will instinctively drop down, as if he wants to use brute force to throw a wild punch.

Snapped!

Without any hesitation, Atai lashed out at Lin Dawei's side with his short stick.

"Put your chin down! Protect your head! Are you trying to rip off cabbages at the market?!"

Lin Dawei grunted.

The blow was extremely hard, but he didn't even flinch and stood up straight again.

Raise both arms to protect your vitals, and continue with your clumsy steps.

Snapped!

"Too big a step! The chassis is completely falling apart!"

Snapped!

"Use your waist to generate power! Don't just use your arms!"

All afternoon, the boxing gym was filled with the dull thuds of short sticks striking flesh and Atai's furious roars.

Lin Dawei's short-sleeved shirt was completely soaked with sweat.

Following his resolute chin, large drops of water splattered onto the floor.

He never once called for a stop.

If you get it wrong the first time, practice it ten times.

If ten times isn't enough, practice a hundred times!

He used a cruel, almost self-destructive method to forcibly carve those basic movements into his very bones, bit by bit.

8 PM.

The gym lights were all on, and the sparring session began.