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

Under the cover of night, in the tranquil depths of the central garden of Tianyue Huafu.

Lin Yang leaned against a huge camphor tree, waiting for his prey to arrive.

He seemed to merge with the darkness, holding back his breath, his heartbeat, and even his own presence.

The benefits of basic combat skills go far beyond just muscle explosiveness and nerve reaction speed.

More importantly, it's about control.

Absolute control over one's own body and keen perception of the surrounding environment.

The sounds of wind, insects, and a ship's horn on the distant river; a middle-aged couple strolling in their garden a hundred meters away.

In the shadows, he saw the tall, thin man called "Ma Gan" pacing anxiously at the entrance of the residential area, occasionally taking out his phone, the faint light from the screen illuminating his gaunt face.

A bunch of flies that never learn from their mistakes.

A cold smile silently curved the corners of Lin Yang's mouth.

He didn't care how they followed him here.

The license plate number, or any other means, are irrelevant.

The important thing is that they came.

Tonight, he didn't want to just teach a lesson like he did in Shipai Village.

Some people, you have to scare them to the bone once and for all, so that for the rest of their lives, the mere smell of your scent will make their legs go weak uncontrollably.

Just then, a deep and frantic engine roar came from afar, tearing apart the tranquility of the community.

Lin Yang's eyelids drooped slightly.

The main character has arrived.

……

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class, seemingly out of place with its surroundings, screeched to a halt at the grand entrance of Tianyue Huafu.

The screeching sound of tires startled the fat man who was on the phone.

The car door was suddenly pushed open, and Huang Mao jumped out of the driver's seat. He slammed the door shut with a "bang," his actions filled with barely suppressed rage.

The skinny guy guarding the door immediately rushed over like a lapdog.

"Sixth Brother, that kid went inside, he's in this residential area."

"Um."

The blond-haired man merely hummed a syllable through his nose. He turned his head, his gaze passing over the roof of the car, and looked at the fat man who was struggling to get out of the passenger seat with the aid of a cane.

"Fatty, has Brother Black Bull arrived yet?"

The fat man stood on one leg, the other leg in a thick cast, holding up his phone, the screen illuminating the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Almost there, Sixth Brother. He just texted me saying he's already in this area."

"Let's go! Go inside and find that kid!"

Huang Mao waved his hand, completely disregarding the access control system of the upscale residential area in front of him.

He carried the hemp stalk and swaggered inside.

"Hey! Gentlemen, please wait a moment!"

Inside the guardhouse, a young man in a crisp security uniform strode out and stopped them.

The security guard was young, but he stood ramrod straight and had sharp eyes, clearly a veteran.

He first glanced at the striking blond hair of the blond-haired man, then glanced at the shifty-eyed skinny man next to him.

"It's you again? This is a private residence, no unauthorized personnel allowed. Registration is required. Which household are you looking for? What brings you here? Please contact the owner by phone."

At this moment, the fat man, leaning on a cane, limped up and forced a fawning smile onto his face.

"Security guard, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

He took out three hundred yuan from his pocket, several brand-new red bills, and tried to stuff them into the security guard's hand.

"We're just going in to take care of something and will be right back. It won't disturb the residents at all. Please do us a favor."

The security guard frowned.

He glanced at the money in the fat man's hand, a hint of undisguised contempt flashing in his eyes. He took a small step back, avoiding the money the man offered.

"Sir, please show some respect. We have rules here."

He looked at the group of people: a sleazy blond guy, a skinny guy with a weasel-like face, and a fat guy with a broken leg who was causing trouble. They didn't look like visitors at all.

What's more, there's that black Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked at the entrance, completely smoky and modified.

He had already labeled this group of people as "troublesome" in his mind.

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, another car drove up.

It was an unassuming brown Volkswagen SUV that quietly pulled up behind the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

The driver's side window rolled down, and a young man with striking short green hair leaned out and yelled at the gate:

"Sixth Brother!"

Huang Mao turned around at the sound and saw the back door of the SUV open, with an exaggeratedly burly man bending over and crawling out of the car.

The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his muscles stretched his black tight-fitting T-shirt like armor.

His neck was thicker than average, his bare arms were covered in hideous tattoos, and a faint scar on his brow bone added to his fierce appearance on his weathered face.

He simply stood there, and an aura of bloodshed and violence immediately enveloped him.

The impatience on the blond man's face was instantly replaced by ecstasy.

"Hey! Brother Black Bull's here! Quick, this way!"

He waved enthusiastically, as if he had seen a savior.

The man known as Black Bull walked expressionlessly and steadily toward the door.

With each step he took, he gave the illusion that the ground was trembling slightly.

The security guard's pupils suddenly contracted.

Having served in the military, he could tell at a glance that this man called "Black Bull" was someone who had truly seen blood and fought.

That wasn't the bravado of street thugs, but a ferocity ingrained in their very bones.

Something's not right.

He subconsciously raised his hand and reached for the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder.

"What exactly do you all want to do inside?"

His voice already carried a hint of vigilance.

The fat man's heart skipped a beat when he saw the security guard's actions.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his leg, he pulled out a wad of cash from another pocket, this time a large stack, at least seven or eight bills.

He grabbed the security guard's hand as he was about to press the intercom and shoved the stack of money into his palm.

"Brother! Brother! Don't be impulsive! We're really here to see a friend, we absolutely won't cause trouble!"

His voice was pleading.

"I'll register, I'll register, okay? We're just going in for a quick chat, then we'll leave, no problem!"

The security guard looked down at the thick wad of red banknotes in his hand, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

More than a thousand yuan.

His monthly salary, after deducting social insurance and housing fund contributions, is just over five thousand yuan.

The other party was only trying to get through a door.

He finally let go of the walkie-talkie.

"...Come with me to register."

He led the fat man and turned to walk towards the guardhouse.

After registering, the fat man limped out and called out to the blond-haired man, "Sixth Brother, you can go in. My legs aren't very good, so I'll wait for you outside."

The blond-haired man spat on the ground disdainfully.

"You fat bastard, you're a fucking piece of trash."

The security guard came out of the guardhouse and pressed the gate opening button expressionlessly.

The metal barrier gate slowly rose.

He watched as the three men, Huang Mao, Hei Niu, and Ma Gan, walked into the residential area, and couldn't help but say something to the fat man's back.

"Don't cause any trouble, or I'll lose my job."

The fat man quickly turned around and patted his chest to assure him.

"Don't worry! Absolutely not! We're all good people!"

The security guard snorted, turned around and walked back to the guardhouse, picked up the water glass on the table and took a big gulp.

They all had yellow and green hair, but they were good people.

He cursed under his breath and decided to ignore it.