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

Xia Xinglan was bored out of her mind.

Holding a small silver spoon, he stirred the black coffee in the porcelain cup in front of him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Zhao Pengfei walking briskly towards her, and a look of disgust flashed across her face.

She opened her mouth slightly, but had no interest in even asking him to leave.

He lifted his finger off the spoon and casually raised it into the air.

A figure standing to the side and behind her booth moved.

The man was over 1.9 meters tall and wore a fitted, dark security uniform.

His broad shoulders almost filled the uniform, and his eyes beneath his short buzz cut were cold and indifferent, carrying a menacing killing intent.

The retired special forces elite now only recognizes Xia Xinglan's words.

"stop."

The bodyguard's voice was rough and hoarse.

He took a step forward, completely blocking Zhao Pengfei's path.

The intense pressure caused Zhao Pengfei's legs to buckle, and he almost twisted his ankle.

But he came with his trump card today.

Zhao Pengfei turned around and looked at Lin Dawei, who was half a step behind.

"Old Deng!"

"Stop him for ten minutes!"

"As long as I can hold him off for ten minutes and prevent him from ruining my plans, that's fine!"

In the booths a dozen steps away.

Xia Xinglan leaned back on the dark green velvet sofa, looking languid.

Hearing Zhao Pengfei's shout, she raised her fox-like eyes.

"Stop Brother Lei for ten minutes?"

Xia Xinglan chuckled, her voice soft yet barbed.

"Zhao Pengfei, did you leave your brain at home before you left?"

"This old peasant you brought? If he doesn't end up in the emergency room with just one hit from Brother Lei, your Zhao family is lucky."

The bodyguard, known as Brother Lei, didn't even lift his eyelids.

He completely ignored Zhao Pengfei, his gaze fixed on Lin Dawei.

There was no fluff or fancy opening moves.

Standard military boxing routine!

Lei Ge stomped his foot, and his right fist, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, rushed straight for Lin Dawei's face!

These past three days at the Black Bear Boxing Gym, the muscle memory forcibly etched into my bones by the feedback of tenfold training, has been completely awakened at this moment.

Look at the shoulders!

The moment his opponent's right shoulder sank, Lin Dawei judged the point of force.

He didn't use brute force to block the powerful punch that was enough to shatter his jawbone.

The center of gravity shifted.

With his feet stepping on the butterfly step taught by Atai, his massive body slid half a body length to the left.

call!

A gust of wind whistled past Lin Dawei's earlobe, and Lei Ge's heavy punch only hit a wisp of air.

Immediately afterwards!

Lin Dawei twisted his waist and hips suddenly.

Using the power transmitted from the lower body, the left jab quickly struck Lei Ge's exposed side ribs!

boom!

A dull thud of flesh hitting flesh.

Lei took the punch head-on, his brow furrowing slightly.

He changes tactics extremely quickly.

Using the momentum of his forward charge, he delivered a heavy low sweeping kick with his backhand, striking hard at Lin Dawei's lower body.

Lin Dawei quickly raised his knee to block.

click!

Their bones collided violently, producing a teeth-grinding sound, and they each staggered back half a step.

Xia Xinglan paused as she picked up her coffee cup.

She was prepared to watch the big guy get knocked down with one punch.

Now, the two are engaged in a fierce, close-quarters fight in the narrow passageway.

The middle-aged man in the black suit.

In terms of the ruthlessness and lethality of his moves, he was slightly inferior to Lei Ge, who was a veteran.

But his instinctive dodging footwork, combined with his sturdy headgear, was like a piece of chewing gum!

They completely pinned Lei Ge to the spot!

Xia Xinglan put down her coffee cup.

Her long, straight legs crossed briefly under her short skirt as she shifted her sitting position, her semi-transparent black lace stockings shimmering under the crystal chandelier.

For the first time, surprise appeared in her eyes.

"That's interesting."

Xia Xinglan glanced at Lin Dawei a couple more times.

The man had a calm and steady gaze, and his strong muscles made his black suit look very imposing. He didn't look like someone Zhao Pengfei could raise.

On the other side, Lei Ge was tightly entangled.

Zhao Pengfei's eyes lit up; this old Deng really does have some skills!

He quickly straightened his designer suit, put on what he thought was his most charming smile, and took the opportunity to walk around to the side and plop down opposite Xia Xinglan.

"Xinglan, those black stockings really flatter your legs today."

Zhao Pengfei looked like a lapdog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

He quickly picked up the silver teapot on the table and diligently poured tea into Xia Xinglan's empty cup.

"I managed to get my hands on a few limited-edition European bags the other day. Shall I have them delivered to your door tomorrow?"

After the bodyguards were held back, Xia Xinglan didn't bother to call the club's security to kick them out.

She simply leaned back.

Just treat it as watching a monkey show to pass the time.

"Young Master Zhao is really rich and powerful."

Xia Xinglan raised the corners of her eyes, her expression mocking.

"But with your nouveau riche taste, even my dog ​​might not want to look at the things you send. You might as well keep them to appease those vulgar women outside."

"you……"

Zhao Pengfei's smile froze.

The anger in my heart suddenly surged to the top of my head!

But in front of Xia Jia's pampered and arrogant daughter, he swallowed back the urge to curse.

Not only did he not dare to retaliate, he also had to continue to play the submissive role.

"Yes, yes, yes, my taste is definitely not as good as yours."

Zhao Pengfei forced a fake smile, his facial muscles twitching.

"That's why I came here specifically to ask you for advice."

Xia Xinglan tapped her long, slender fingers lightly on the table.

He casually uttered a few sarcastic and cutting remarks, thoroughly insulting Zhao Pengfei from head to toe.

Zhao Pengfei was treated like a dog and could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Ten meters away.

The fight between Lin Dawei and Lei Ge has reached a fever pitch.

Lei Ge's attacks failed to break through, and his anger grew stronger.

Although Lin Dawei's stamina was being sustained by the serum, he still faced immense pressure against an opponent with such extensive combat experience.

He silently counted down the seconds in his mind.

Just as Lei Ge swung a right hook at him...

Ten minutes have passed!

Lin Dawei did not use the sliding step to dodge again.

He suddenly brought his arms together like a shield, using the thick muscles of his forearms to withstand the blow.

boom!

The enormous impact made Lin Dawei's skin and flesh go numb.

But he took advantage of the momentum and slid backward for several meters.

The soles of the shoes made a dull slurring sound as they scraped against the carpet, coming to a steady stop behind Zhao Pengfei's sofa.

Lin Dawei lowered his arms, and although he was breathing heavily, there was no sign of dishevelment on his face.

"Young Master Zhao."

Lin Dawei's voice was hoarse.

"Ten minutes are up."

As soon as those words were spoken...

Zhao Pengfei, who was being thoroughly humiliated by Xia Xinglan, suddenly perked up.

This is practically a lifesaver!

Lei Ge stood a few meters away, glanced at Lin Dawei, and did not rush forward again.

During those ten minutes of probing, he knew very well that unless he went all out, he wouldn't be able to take down this troublesome big guy in a short time.

Lei Ge took a step forward and stood back behind Xia Xinglan.

Zhao Pengfei felt that he had saved face today.

He quickly stood up straight and patted off non-existent dust from his expensive suit.

"Xinglan, then I won't disturb you while you're enjoying your coffee."

Zhao Pengfei once again adopted the airs of a young master.

"Oh, right."

"My sister's birthday party is in a few days."

"Haven't you always admired her? I specially handed you the invitation in person."

Zhao Pengfei couldn't suppress the smugness on his lips.

"I hope you'll do me the honor of attending."

Upon hearing the name "Zhao Qinglan".

Xia Xinglan's arrogant mockery softened somewhat.

She stood up.

Her slender waist and the curves beneath her black fitted mini-skirt were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

Xia Xinglan did not give a clear answer.

He simply nodded casually, his attitude remaining arrogant.

"Old Deng, well done, let's go!"