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

Inside the train carriage, Zhao Pengfei became more and more excited as he spoke.

He patted the leather armrest of the passenger seat, as if he could already see Xia Xinglan in his arms tomorrow, moved to tears.

"Old Lin, listen up."

Zhao Pengfei turned his head, lowered his voice, and his tone was sinister.

"When we go over the mountain road tomorrow, I'll arrange for a few of my men to come to that bad section on the border of Yunhe County."

"They'll drive two unlicensed vans, block the road, and pretend to be thugs robbing people on the street."

"You go down and have a go at them. Remember, don't be as aggressive as you were with Brother Lei today!"

Zhao Pengfei was afraid that Lin Dawei would punch his extra and send him to the emergency room, so he repeatedly gave him instructions.

"Pretend that you are being held tightly by two or three of them and can't get away."

"The rest of them would come and bang on the car windows with baseball bats to scare Xinglan."

"At this moment, I, the young master, will step forward!"

"I pulled a steel pipe straight from the trunk, stood in front of Xinglan, and fought them to the death!"

As Zhao Pengfei spoke, he even clenched his fists in excitement, as if he were some kind of lone hero.

"When Xinglan is terrified and falls in love with me, then you suddenly unleash your power and drive those people away."

Do you understand what I mean?

Lin Dawei held the steering wheel with one hand, looking at the night scene under the streetlights ahead.

This script is utterly nonsensical and riddled with errors.

With Zhao Pengfei's body, which has been weakened by alcohol and women, he can barely carry a water jug, let alone fight a bloody battle with a steel pipe.

If things really came to blows, Xia Xinglan's first reaction wouldn't be to be moved, but rather to think that this man had something wrong with his head.

But Lin Dawei didn't expose him.

Since he wants to be the clown, he naturally has to offer him a ladder.

"Young Master Zhao's move is brilliant."

Lin Dawei's voice was rough, and there was not a trace of perfunctoriness in it.

"I will act according to the situation tomorrow and will definitely give Young Master Zhao plenty of opportunities to perform."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Pengfei burst into laughter with satisfaction.

The two randomly chose a restaurant to eat at. Originally, Zhao Shao wanted to go to a coffee shop, but Lin Dawei felt that the food there wouldn't be enough.

With his current appetite, eating fancy food is simply not enough for him.

After lunch, the sun was blazing.

Zhao Pengfei sat in the passenger seat, took a few sips of sea cucumber and wolfberry soup from his thermos, then waved his hand and headed straight for the Limei Gym.

Pushing open the glass door on the second floor, a cool breeze mixed with fragrance hits you.

When the receptionist saw Zhao Pengfei's face, she immediately put down her phone, stood up straight, and plastered a flattering smile on her face.

"Young Master Zhao, what brings you here today?"

"Sister Qian is leading a hot yoga class inside; it'll probably take another hour or so. Would you like to go to the rest area and have a hand-drip coffee while you wait?"

Zhao Pengfei waved his hand impatiently.

What kind of coffee do you want?

He turned his head and raised his chin at Lin Dawei.

"Old Lin, come on, let's broaden our horizons."

Zhao Pengfei skillfully bypassed the front desk and led Lin Dawei to the outside of the one-way glass wall of the group exercise room.

The studio was dimly lit, and a dozen women with slender figures were wearing various tight-fitting yoga outfits, following behind Sun Qian as they did stretching poses.

Zhao Pengfei's entire body was almost pressed against the glass, his eyes glowing green, and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Hey Lin, see that guy in the purple pants in the second row?"

He raised his hand and pointed through the glass.

"That's the music teacher from the county's No. 1 High School."

"And the one next to him, the one in black, is a staff member of the Urban Construction Bureau."

Zhao Pengfei lowered his voice, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness mixed with eager excitement.

"Several of these young women have some connections with my sister, and some were even introduced to the card by my sister herself."

"I wouldn't dare do anything reckless here. If I were to force myself on you, my sister would definitely tear me apart."

At this point, Zhao Pengfei changed the subject, rubbed his fingers together, and his face displayed his signature spoiled and lewd demeanor.

"However..."

"I can easily invite them out for Japanese food and drinks."

"As for whether you can get someone into bed after dinner, that depends on the specific techniques used."

Lin Dawei stood ramrod straight, his hands in his pockets.

If it were anyone else peeking through the glass like that, they would have been stopped long ago. But what can you expect from someone like Zhao Shao?

My gaze casually swept over the writhing bodies inside the glass wall.

This kind of half-hearted peeping is a complete waste of his time and utterly meaningless to him.

"Young Master Zhao, take your time to study the technology."

"I'm going over there to stretch my joints."

Lin Dawei suppressed a laugh. This little novice of his was trying to study technology? How could he possibly understand it if he were given the chance?

He's bad at games but loves to play.

Zhao Pengfei's eyes were fixed on the curvaceous figure of a female trainee, without even turning his head.

"Go ahead, just don't go too far."

Lin Dawei turned around and walked straight towards the VIP strength zone.

He took off his crisp suit jacket and casually draped it over the equipment rack next to him.

She was only wearing a plain black cotton short-sleeved shirt underneath.

This oversized short-sleeved shirt was stretched into a tight-fitting garment.

The latissimus dorsi muscle is as broad as a mountain ridge.

Strong and full pectoral muscles.

On his thick arms, the veins were intertwined like coiled dragons.

I haven't had a haircut in a while, so my hair is medium-length. Paired with my mature and handsome face, it gives me a mature, uncle-like vibe.

Lin Dawei walked to the dumbbell rack, picked up a 40-kilogram heavy dumbbell with one hand, and casually weighed it in his hand.

Then grab a pair and lie on your back on the bench press.

There were no extra warm-up exercises.

The heavy steel machinery seemed to lose its weight in his hands.

Pushing up and down.

Every muscle group contracted and expanded violently under the pure black fabric, exuding an explosive beauty.

A strong, untamed aura instantly permeated the power zone.

Several young men who were huffing and puffing while lifting weights nearby subconsciously stopped what they were doing, staring at the weight in Lin Dawei's hands, their eyes filled with frustration.

Several female members who were doing glute exercises in front of the squat rack were even breathing heavily, their eyes fixed on this side.

A series of light footsteps approached.

"Handsome guy, your movements are perfect."

A female instructor wearing macaron mint green tight yoga pants quietly approached the bench press bench.

She has a typical internet celebrity face, with alluring charm in the corners of her eyes.

The white sports vest she wore had a very low neckline.

The female coach deliberately leaned down, her eye-catching, full curves hovering just above Lin Dawei's line of sight, as if they were about to pop out at any moment.

"However, the point of force application could be a little more precise."

The female coach had a sweet, coquettish voice and extended her fingers, which were adorned with glittery nail polish.

Her fingertips lightly poked at Lin Dawei's engorged pectoral muscles, gently drawing circles.

"When doing incline presses, you need to keep your core engaged."

Not only were her hands moving restlessly, but her plump thighs, encased in mint green yoga pants, also took a half-step forward under the guise of instructing on the movements.

Her soft, warm thigh naturally rested against Lin Dawei's knee.

Gently rub.

Lin Dawei didn't stop moving.

He smoothly pushed the dumbbell to its highest point, slightly raised his eyelids, and swept his gaze across the woman with penetrating intensity.

The female coach felt a chill run down her spine as she looked into his deep, cold eyes.

This kind of tough and wild man is practically a walking aphrodisiac in the gym.

She bit her red lips and pressed her body even closer, the fragrant breeze almost filling Lin Dawei's nostrils.

"Hey handsome, the equipment here is too stiff; it could easily injure your muscles."

She lowered her voice, her tone so ambiguous it was almost suggestive.

"I have a one-on-one private lesson at 8 p.m.

"Not only can it teach you deep relaxation stretches, but it also provides hands-on, personalized guidance..."

The female coach gave him a flirtatious wink, her watery eyes full of hints.

"I guarantee you'll break out in a sweat."