Lin Chuan's eyes were like precise radars, and his brain was the high-speed computing computer—at the mont the opponent moved, he had already calculated the trajectory of the opponent's movent, even predicting when the baton in the opponent's hand would fall. Lin Chuan's legs erupted with imnse power, propelling him forward at an even faster speed.
Bang...
Lin Chuan, like a shadow, was flung out, his feet landing on the striated muscle man's chest. Seemingly light, but containing imnse power, as these forces exploded on the man's body, the striated muscle man staggered backward two steps, leaned back, and then heavily fell to the ground.
Lin Chuan walked over slowly, slamming the electric baton on the striated muscle man.
Crackle...
Blue electricity coursed through his body, the striated muscle man's body convulsed, spitting white foam from his mouth.
The white-shirted strong man seized the opportunity, swiftly attacking Lin Chuan from behind, leaping off the ground with his legs, attempting to flatten Lin Chuan with a sharp scissors kick. However, Lin Chuan had already seen it coming and as the man leapt, Lin Chuan suddenly delivered a fierce spinning kick, landing a blow on the man's abdon and violently kicking him from mid-air to the ground.
"Ouch…" the man in the white shirt scread in agony.
anwhile, the striated muscle man shakily got up from the ground—the very electric baton he modified had electrocuted him, not only enduring the pain of the electric baton but also facing humiliation in front of so many people. The striated muscle man felt both hate and anger. He could only grit his teeth and said, "Kid, just you wait."
"Hold on!" Lin Chuan stood at the doorway of the resting room.
"What do you want!" The striated muscle man glared at Lin Chuan furiously.
"Did you forget what I said?" Lin Chuan, with a cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath and then blew a cloud of thick smoke into the man's face, saying, "If you want to get through this door, you have to crawl through daddy's crotch."
"You!" The striated muscle man was enraged, never expecting that the way he used to humiliate others would be used to humiliate himself. How could he swallow this indignity?
"What 'you'?" Lin Chuan took another puff and said, "Crawl through here properly, otherwise, you guys won't be getting through this door today."
"Kid, don't push too far!" The man in the white shirt shouted angrily: "Do you know who we are?"
"I don't care who you are." Lin Chuan said dismissively: "Even if you were the king of heaven, if you lose, you must crawl through."
"Damn it, rebellion!" The striated muscle man erupted in rage.
At this mont, the man who had just been hosting Lin Chuan ca over and said, "Lin Chuan, Secretary Tang wants you to stop by his office. Hurry up, don't delay."
"Sure thing!" Lin Chuan nodded.
The striated muscle man coldly stared at Lin Chuan as he was about to leave, saying, "Kid, I rember you now."
Crackle...
Suddenly, Lin Chuan fiercely stubbed his cigarette butt on the strong man's arm, sneered and said, "A lot of people rember , what number are you?"
Having said that, Lin Chuan turned and walked away, the cigarette butt had already been extinguished, but it still stuck on the striated muscle man's arm. A sll of roasting at wafted in the air. This little pain ant nothing to him, but the humiliation he just experienced was almost unbearable.
......
Lin Chuan knew that he was serving a high-ranking official, in his mind, the highest rank imaginable was that of a military leader. However, he had not really dealt much with administrative officials. He had heard that the bureaucratic field was rather corrupt, and that gifts were necessary when eting leaders. Lin Chuan pondered for a mont, he didn't have anything valuable on him, and his pockets were empty, unable to give any gifts. Suddenly, he had a bright idea and decisively found a pen and a piece of paper.
Using the pen, he wrote on the white paper: 'I, Lin Chuan, hereby issue this note, which can be used to claim 10,000 CNY from after one year from today...'
And he wrote the date and signed it.
"I'm broke, this is the only way." Lin Chuan muttered to himself.
Secretary's office.
Lin Chuan stood at the door, peering inside for a long ti but seeing no one, he simply pushed the door and entered. Inside the office, there was a whiff of perfu, docunts were placed on the table along with a bunch of carnations. The office was quite spacious, fifty or sixty square ters, carpeted, and it even had a set of imported sofas with decent leather, seemingly custom-made, yet it still fell short compared to the top-quality calf leather sofas of the Dutch royalty.
The office was very spacious, even the curtains were purple, a color won liked, with floor-to-ceiling drapes, behind which were floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and there was a closed room door on one side. A whimsical thought curiously drove Lin Chuan toward that door.
Driven by intense curiosity, Lin Chuan gently pushed open the door, unsure of what lay behind it—perhaps the gateway to Pandora's Box, perhaps the door to a cage leading to the depths of hell.
The mont he opened the door, Lin Chuan was dumbstruck. What caught his eyes was a fair skinned body, the perfect female form that caused Lin Chuan's blood to surge with desire the instant he saw it. Her proud physique, with breasts firm like two snowy mountains, atop which grew two perennials of snow lotus. Below her flat belly, a pair of hollowed-out lace, side-trimd panties wrapped around her bouncy buttocks sent his thoughts into overdrive. Her long slender legs, ten toes crystal clear, captured Lin Chuan's mind in an instant.
The woman inside suddenly beca alert, casting an inadvertent glance toward the right side of the door.
Sss...
Tang Yung was stunned, as she was used to taking a hot shower every morning and then changing clothes in the lounge. Today, she finally had a mont to admire her body, but unexpectedly...
Just as Tang Yung was about to scream, Lin Chuan quickly pushed the door open, rushed in, and covered her mouth.
"Don't scream!" Lin Chuan said breathlessly, "Otherwise, we're both done for."
Tang Yung's mind went blank, realizing she was dood, never expecting her kindness would attract a pervert. Was this the proverbial 'inviting a wolf into the house'? Tang Yung stopped struggling, perhaps this was the end of her life.
"I'm begging you, don't scream," pleaded Lin Chuan, "I... I don't want to lose this job, I know you have your difficulties, so I hope you can understand."
"Let go of !" Tang Yung pried Lin Chuan's hands off, his hands were actually cupping her elastic breasts.
"I can let go, but please don't scream," Lin Chuan looked at Tang Yung with pleading eyes.
"Alright," Tang Yung nodded.
Lin Chuan carefully let go of Tang Yung, maintaining a high level of alertness to prevent her from changing her mind. If she started to scream, he was prepared to instantly block her mouth.
Smack...
Tang Yung turned around and slapped Lin Chuan's face, who was stunned and missed noticing the bouncing beauty of her ample breasts. He stared at Tang Yung in disbelief, not expecting such a gentle woman to burst out with such imnse fury.
"Get out!" Tang Yung, realizing she was completely bare, shouted angrily: "Out, now!"
"I will go, but please don't scream!" Lin Chuan said awkwardly.
Bang...
Suddenly, Tang Yung grabbed a cushion beside her and furiously smashed it at Lin Chuan, who sheepishly ran out. The door was quickly closed and locked. Alone, Lin Chuan paced anxiously within the office, uneasy, always feeling that Tang Yung might call the police from inside. Should he leave, or should he stay?
After much internal conflict, Lin Chuan firmly decided to stay. After all, he had made a mistake, so he must stay, even if she called the police, he had no complaints. Lin Chuan sat on the sofa and to calm his wild thoughts, he smoked a cigarette.
After a long while, Tang Yung erged from the room, clad in a black uniform that made her look dignified and elegant, with the air of a mature woman. Her graceful figure, high-set breasts, proud buttocks, and those symtrically long legs. Tang Yung's height of 1.68 ters wasn't particularly tall but definitely not short, and most importantly, her body proportions were perfect, with very long legs. Although not reaching the mythical nine-headed goddess, she surely passed for an eight-headed beauty.
Lin Chuan couldn't figure out how such a beautiful woman could beco soone's mistress. Alas, it was such a pity, another good cabbage gone to waste on a pig.
Tang Yung looked grim. Lin Chuan glanced at her, his eyes frantically staring at the floor, not daring to look up.
Tang Yung was slightly surprised; this guy hadn't left? She had thought he had fled in terror. Wasn't he afraid she would call the police? Tang Yung asked coldly, "Why didn't you go?"
"I..." Lin Chuan bit his teeth, saying, "Sister, I know I was wrong, so... whatever you want, I... I am ready to accept it."
Tang Yung's inner turmoil sowhat eased, indicating at least that Lin Chuan wasn't intentionally trying to molest her. However, her inner anger hadn't subsided as she stared at Lin Chuan, asking coldly, "Are you really willing to accept?"
"Yes." Lin Chuan hurriedly extinguished the cigarette butt, stood up anxiously, and said, "Sister, I really didn't an it. If you really want to punish , then I will accept it."
"Fine," Tang Yung scoffed, "Then I will call the police. Trespassing private property, voyeurism, molestation... any of these could land you in jail."
"I..." Lin Chuan hung his head, a wry smile on his face. Faced with such misfortune, who could he bla? Oh dear, this is a total loss.
Tang Yung probably grabbed the phone to scare Lin Chuan, not expecting him to genuinely admit his fault. This indeed puzzled Tang Yung, she asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
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