I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon.

The Volvo S90 cruised smoothly on the city expressway, standing out from the surrounding congested traffic.

Inside the car, it's another world.

"I can go in and move it myself."

Lin Yang glanced at the destination getting closer and closer on the navigation, then turned to Su Man in the passenger seat and said...

"Don't go in, it's too dirty and messy inside."

Su Man was tilting her head, examining Lin Yang's expensive black suit.

Upon hearing his words, she looked away, her eyes leaving no room for negotiation.

"no."

Two words: simple and straightforward.

Lin Yang raised an eyebrow.

He subconsciously looked up at the top of Su Man's head.

The chat bubble, visible only to him, was flashing clearly.

[Inner monologue]: You want to leave me out here? I'll see what your old place is like. I want to know everything about you, the good and the bad, everything.

A warm feeling washed over Lin Yang.

He didn't insist any further.

"Okay, but you have to stick close to me."

The instant the system finished speaking, an indescribable torrent suddenly burst forth from his tailbone, rushing wildly up his spine to his brain!

It is information.

Countless images flashed through his mind, overlapped, and merged.

The gym reeked of sweat, the dull thud of punching bags hitting the ground, the excruciating pain of bones and muscles colliding, and the teeth-grinding sound of joints being twisted to their limit.

How to twist your waist, how to thrust your hips, and how to concentrate all the power of your body into one point and explode in an instant.

How to block, how to deflect force, and how to disrupt the opponent's center of gravity in the least effortful way.

All of this is not learning, but rather information implantation.

Lin Yang's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his knuckles made a series of fine, crisp sounds.

Su Man, sensing that something was wrong with Lin Yang, asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little homesick."

Su Man looked puzzled upon hearing this strange answer.

The leader, a blond-haired man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and one foot on the front bumper of the Volvo, was boasting to his companions about something.

When they saw Lin Yang and Su Man walking towards them, especially when they saw Su Man's stunning beauty and temperament, the thugs' eyes widened.

Yellow Hair took his foot off the safety bar, spat out his cigarette butt, tilted his head, and looked at Lin Yang with a defiant gaze.

Whose car is this?

His voice was nonchalant and irreverent.

"You dare park in my spot? You're asking for trouble!"

The accomplices around them also joined in the shouting.