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

The next morning.

Lin Dawei, wearing his green duck-themed athletic shorts, was jogging around the riverside park in the county town.

After several days of serum modification, his physique has undergone tremendous changes.

Light steps, long breaths.

I ran a distance of ten kilometers.

Lin Dawei was completely soaked in sweat, and wisps of white steam even rose from his head.

He walked to a breakfast stall by the roadside and found an empty seat to sit down.

"Boss, three baskets of meat buns, two fried dough sticks, and three large bowls of soy milk!"

His enormous need for carbohydrates and protein has made his appetite like a bottomless pit.

I devoured half of the steamed buns in one go.

My old cell phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

Lin Dawei swallowed the food in his mouth, glanced at the screen, and pressed the answer button.

"Waterfront Dragon Court Villa District, eight buildings."

On the other end of the phone was Zhao Pengfei's extremely impatient voice.

"Come at nine o'clock sharp."

Snapped.

The call was immediately disconnected.

A profound meaning flashed in Lin Dawei's eyes.

Shui'an Longting is the county's most exclusive affluent area, where houses often cost several million yuan.

He picked up the last half bowl of soy milk and drank it all in one gulp, then drove his old light truck straight to his destination.

Half an hour later.

Because others had already spoken to him, the security guard did not stop him.

So the light truck drove into the gate of Waterfront Dragon Court under the disapproving gaze of the security guard.

Lin Dawei followed the address and found Building 8.

This is an extremely luxurious three-story detached villa with a lawn garden in the front yard and the gate wide open.

Lin Dawei turned the steering wheel, and with the sound of brake pads rubbing and a puff of black exhaust fumes, the light truck stopped within the parking lines outside the yard.

It was parked next to a burgundy Porsche.

The stark contrast was extremely jarring.

Zhao Pengfei, who had just come out of the living room on the first floor, almost popped his eyes out when he saw the dilapidated light truck with its paint chipped, oil leaking, and muddy body.

"Hold!"

Zhao Pengfei strode over, pointed at the two muddy marks left by the tires on the ground, and started cursing.

"Lin Laodeng! Are you deliberately trying to disgust me?"

"The marble slabs on my parking space are more expensive than your junk car!"

"If you dare drive this junk to my house again, I'll have your legs broken!"

Lin Dawei pushed open the car door and jumped out.

He was still wearing the soaking wet black sports vest he wore during his morning run, and his body reeked of sweat.

Zhao Pengfei pinched his nose and took two steps back, looking Lin Dawei up and down with a look of disgust.

"What kind of garbage are you wearing? You reek of mud! Taking you out is an embarrassment to me!"

He turned around, grabbed a black handbag from the living room sofa, and slammed it into Lin Dawei's chest.

"There's a suit inside, made to fit your build."

"Hurry up and go to the guest room on the first floor to take a shower and change, and wash off the stench."

Zhao Pengfei pointed to a door on the left.

Lin Dawei remained silent.

He took the bag and strode into the guest room.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Ten minutes later.

The sound of water stopped.

Lin Dawei dried his hair with a towel and put on his crisp black suit pants.

He didn't rush to put on a shirt, his broad and muscular upper body bare, his well-developed pectoral muscles and clearly defined eight-pack abs were visually striking in the bright light.

Click.

He opened the bathroom door, carrying a white shirt in his hand, and walked out.

The moment he stepped out of the room.

A series of crisp, sophisticated high heel sounds came from the solid wood staircase on the second floor.

Lin Dawei raised his head.

Zhao Qinglan was walking down the stairs right in front of them.

Zhao Qinglan wore an extremely smart and professional outfit for working within the government system today.

A dark gray, fitted blazer, worn over a pure white silk shirt, with the buttons fastened tightly down to below the collarbone.

Her lower body was covered by a knee-length pencil skirt, and her two long, straight legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings, with black pointed high heels on her feet.

She exudes a cold and domineering aura, radiating an unassailable aura of authority.

When her gaze swept over Lin Dawei, who was shirtless and had a wild, muscular physique, her steady steps faltered slightly.

Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed instantly.

"Zhao Pengfei".

Zhao Qinglan's voice was extremely cold, filled with deep displeasure.

"What kind of shady business are you involved in now? Bringing all sorts of people home with questionable backgrounds?"

Zhao Pengfei, who was drinking tea in the living room, suddenly stood up.

He completely lost his arrogance in front of his older sister, scratched his head, and braced himself to meet her.

"Sis, don't worry about it. I'm taking him with me on important business today."

Zhao Pengfei couldn't suppress the excitement in his eyes. He deliberately lowered his voice, but he still couldn't hide his excitement.

"Xia Xinglan, that crazy girl, has arrived!"

"I'm going to find her, and I need to bring someone tough and capable of fighting with me to keep things under control!"

Zhao Qinglan gave Zhao Pengfei a cold glance.

"Keep your tail between your legs and don't use the family's name to cause trouble outside."

She left behind this warning, not even bothering to glance at Lin Dawei again, and walked straight out the door in her black pointed high heels.

Zhao Pengfei only breathed a long sigh of relief after his older sister's Maserati drove out of the yard.

He turned his head, slapped the sofa, and his eyes rekindled that determined excitement.

"Hurry up and put your shirt on, the car is waiting outside."

Zhao Pengfei pointed to the car keys on the coffee table.

"That little brat Xia Xinglan is having afternoon tea at her family's Peninsula Manor today."

"That vixen is incredibly wicked, and the bodyguard she's with is a real tough nut to crack—a retired soldier, his punches and kicks are deadly. The first two times I tried to curry favor with her, I couldn't even touch her table before that lackey blocked me three meters away!"

Zhao Pengfei walked up to Lin Dawei and stared at him.

"Old Deng, it's your turn today."

"I don't expect you to beat him, but you have to keep him occupied for a while and give me some space to talk alone."

"If you do a great job, I will definitely treat you well."

Lin Dawei remained silent.

He picked up the pure white, high-end shirt and buttoned it up one by one.

He didn't look dowdy at all in that black suit.

The strong, broad shoulders fully support the fabric, and the inverted triangle silhouette is perfectly outlined by the tailored cut.

Zhao Pengfei felt a pang of envy watching it, muttering to himself that clothes really do make the man, before impatiently heading towards the door.

Half an hour later.

A red Porsche was parked in front of the Peninsula Estate's upscale clubhouse.

This place belongs to the Xia's Hotel Group, and the threshold is extremely high. Without a certain status, you can't even get through the gate.

The two passed through the crystal revolving door and arrived directly in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor.

Zhao Pengfei abruptly stopped, his eyes fixed on the spot by the window, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Lin Dawei followed his gaze.

That was an eye-catching sight.

Xia Xinglan leaned lazily against the dark green velvet sofa.

She has a strikingly sophisticated face with fair, pampered skin and slightly upturned fox-like eyes that exude an innate arrogance.

Her upper body was clad in a handmade, slightly sheer white lace shirt, the intricate pattern at the neckline partially concealing her delicate collarbone.

Below that was a fitted black spaghetti strap mini dress, with her waist cinched so tightly it could be encircled by a single hand.

But the most dangerous thing was her legs.

It was a pair of semi-sheer black stockings with a band of dark lace around the top, positioned precisely at about a third of the way up her thigh, pressing against her fair and delicate skin.

She was wearing a pair of black high heels with red soles.

Pure yet alluring, a spoiled little princess.