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A red Ferrari left a trail of black smoke in front of the Donghai Hotel.

The sound of tires screeching against the ground shattered the drowsiness of the few greeters at the entrance.

Li Haotian unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door and got out of the car, his cracked work boots stepping onto the white marble steps.

Lin Yuyan jumped out of the passenger seat, patted her chest, and her pale face had not yet faded.

"You call this driving? You call that taking off?"

Li Haotian ignored her and glanced back at the back seat.

Lin Mo curled up there, his breathing becoming even, and the black mist under his eyelids temporarily subsided.

Su Wan was fiddling with the mechanical leg, the metal joints making a crisp clicking sound.

"Boss, you stay inside, I'll keep watch outside."

Su Wan pointed to the top floor of the office building across the street, where a red dot flashed.

"Sniper, two o'clock, but he doesn't have a chance to pull the trigger now."

Li Haotian casually pulled a handful of watch repair parts from his pocket and tossed them out.

Those few shiny little things disappeared into the green belt, like cicadas hiding underground.

"Let's go, Miss Lin, I'm going to make sure I get my money's worth at this five million meal."

Lin Yuyan wiped the sweat from her face, grabbed Li Haotian's tattered vest, and dragged him forcefully into the hotel.

"You're going in dressed like this? You could at least change into a shirt."

"The employer didn't provide uniforms, so there's nothing I can do."

Under the horrified gaze of the receptionist, the two of them entered the elevator leading to the "Diamond Hall" on the top floor.

As soon as the door opened, a scent of various expensive perfumes and red wine wafted out.

A huge round table was set up in the hall, where a dozen or so men and women dressed in flamboyant attire sat.

This group of people were pointing out the latest Nasdaq quotes on a large projection screen.

"Hey, isn't this our beautiful Lin? What happened to be late?"

A man sitting in the middle stood up; his hair was so slicked back that even a fly would have to do the splits if it landed on it.

He was wearing a dazzling custom-made suit, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist dazzled under the chandelier.

His gaze swept over Li Haotian, finally settling on his muddy work boots.

"Yu Yan, who is this? Is he the foreman of your renovation team?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, and several heavily made-up women laughed so hard they clutched their stomachs.

"Young Master Wei, you're joking. Looking at that vest, he looks like a dockworker carrying bags."

Lin Yuyan gritted her teeth and forcibly pressed Li Haotian into the empty seat next to her.

"This is my...my friend, Li Dazhu."

Wei Shao raised an eyebrow, a mocking wrinkle appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Li Dazhu? That name sounds so... down-to-earth."

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and shifted into a more comfortable sitting position.

"Brother Dazhu, where are you making your fortune? Any big projects you'd like to help us out with?"

Li Haotian was staring at the plate of large kidneys on the table, without even looking up.

"Just finished one, over in the city center."

Wei Shao became interested and gestured with his chin towards the group of rich second-generation heirs around him.

"Tell me, what kind of project is it? How much did you invest? Don't be shy."

Li Haotian swallowed a piece of kidney and casually wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"The main focus is on underground structural stabilization projects, with some high-energy heat recovery as a side project."

The audience was stunned for a moment, then burst into even more exaggerated laughter.

"Hahaha, did I hear that right? The underground structure is stable?"

Wei Shao laughed until tears almost came out, pointing at Li Haotian.

"Yu Yan, your friend is so funny. Just say you need to fix the sewer."

"Is that heat recovery system just for collecting old boilers and scrap metal?"

A woman with a snake-like face came over and fanned herself with a look of disgust.

"Judging from the grease stains on his vest, he might have been cleaning latrines."

Li Haotian continued to work on the braised pork on his plate, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Your understanding is not wrong either; there is indeed a lot of scrap metal in the ruins, which has a high recycling value."

He was referring to the scattered mirrored energy cores and metal components after the collapse of the inverted pyramid.

Lin Yuyan sat next to him, her palms sweaty, and she drank water guzzling down her face.

"I heard that some ruthless characters have recently emerged in Donghai, and they've taken down both the Zhao and Han families."

Wei Shao changed the subject and began to show off his information channels.

"Those are the people who are going to do big things; I've heard they have technology that could change the world."

He looked at Li Haotian with disdain in his eyes.

"Brother Dazhu, how much do you make a month on your underground project? Is it enough to cover the cost of this bottle of wine?"

Li Haotian counted the number of characters that had just jumped across the page and shook his head.

"We didn't make any money, we just lost money, and we even lost a few brothers."

He thought of Liu Hu, his eyes darkened for a second, and then he stuffed another kidney into his mouth.

"Tsk tsk, Yu Yan, you should stay away from people who have no future in this kind of job."

Just as Wei Shao was about to say a few more sarcastic remarks, the door to the private room was suddenly slammed open from the outside.

Two rows of bodyguards in black suits stood with their heads bowed, the scene as grand as welcoming a state guest.

A chubby, middle-aged man rushed in, his fat face twitching.

That was the hotel owner, Chen Dafu, known as "Golden Man" in Donghai.

When Wei Shao saw the person who came, he quickly stood up, his face full of fawning smiles.

"Uncle Chen, why did you come in person? I'll pay for this meal separately, no need to trouble you."

Chen Dafa ignored him completely, his eyes frantically searching the hall before finally fixing on Li Haotian.

He jogged along, and almost tripped over the carpet because he was going too fast.

Amidst the astonished gazes of all the rich second-generation heirs, Chen Dafa stood firmly behind Li Haotian.

He put his feet together, bent his back at a ninety-degree angle, and almost hit his forehead on the edge of the table.

"Mr. Li! We've finally found you!"

The room fell silent. Wei Shao's wine glass fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

"Uncle Chen, you've mistaken me for someone else. This is Li Dazhu, the latrine cleaner... no, this is Li Dazhu, the underground construction worker."

Chen Dafa turned around and slapped Wei Shao across the face.

"Shut up! What 'Big Pillar'? This is Mr. Li!"

He turned around and bowed even deeper to Li Haotian, his voice trembling.

"Mr. Li, that copper lump you casually buried behind my wine cellar last time..."

"That's the 'feng shui arrangement' you pointed out to me! The land was just excavated last week, and it's full of purple mineral veins!"

"I resold it and made a net profit of 300 million! 300 million!"

Li Haotian put down his chopsticks, glanced at Chen Dafa, and frowned.

"That was trash I threw away carelessly, and it was blocking my way."

Chen Dafa wiped the cold sweat from his brow, took out a VIP card from his pocket, and held it up with both hands.

"What's trash to you is a lifesaver for me!"

"From now on, whenever you come to the Donghai Hotel, I, Chen Dafa, will cover all the bills! No, you'll own half the shares in this hotel!"

Lin Yuyan, who was listening nearby, was so shocked that her mouth was agape enough to fit a goose egg, and she didn't even dare to take the check.

Those rich second-generation kids who were just mocking Li Haotian for being a scrap collector are now completely speechless.

Wei Shao covered his face, sitting in his seat, feeling as if the ceiling was about to collapse.

Three hundred million yuan "casually tossed around"—what level of engineering tycoon must this be?

"Alright, stop making a fuss. Can't you see I'm eating?"

Li Haotian waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies.

"Bring me that chili sauce over there, these kidneys have no flavor."

Chen Dafa quickly bent down, unscrewed the chili sauce jar himself, and placed it next to Li Haotian.

He didn't even dare to sit down, just stood there like a junior food runner intern.

Wei Shao finally realized what was happening, stood up shakily, and pulled out a lighter with trembling hands.

"Brother Li... I was blind to your greatness just now. Please have a smoke."

His lighter was made of pure gold, and the flame flickered as if it were begging for mercy.

Li Haotian didn't even look at the flames, and pointed to his tattered vest.

"Didn't you just call me a latrine cleaner? Aren't you afraid the stench will ruin your designer watch?"

Wei Shao wished he could slap himself a few times, let out a dry laugh, and bent over even lower than Chen Dafa.

"How could that be! You're experiencing life, that's called 'true seclusion in the city,' I'm just an ordinary person who doesn't understand."

Those women who were just moments ago making sarcastic remarks now had completely changed their expressions.

They all wished they could pull their collars down a few more centimeters and get closer to Li Haotian.

"Brother Dazhu, do you need an assistant for your underground project? I studied finance, and I'm good at accounting."

Li Haotian chewed on a kidney and mumbled something indistinctly.

"We need someone to carry the detonators, are you willing to do it?"

The woman's face turned pale instantly, and she froze on the spot, too afraid to move.

"Calm down, this is all basic stuff. Don't stop me from eating this big kidney."

Li Haotian picked up his chopsticks again, and dozens of people in the room held their breath and watched him eat.

Lin Yuyan turned her head and looked at the man who reeked of rust, feeling as if she had fallen into another dimension.

It seems that what they bought for five million wasn't just a bodyguard, but an ancestor.

Just then, a loud static crackled through Li Haotian's earpiece.

"Boss! Retreat! Those snipers have switched to high-frequency stun grenades!"

Su Wan's voice was extremely urgent, accompanied by the muffled sound of metal breaking.

Li Haotian's eyes suddenly turned cold as he stuffed the last piece of braised pork into his mouth.

"Chen Dafa, owing me a favor is no problem. Now take these rich kids and hide in the cold storage."

He stood up, grabbed Lin Yuyan, and stomped his work shoes on the floor with a loud crack.

"We've almost finished eating, boss. Time to get back to work."

He pulled the bronze dagger from his lower back, a golden light flowing through the dark patterns on the blade.

In the darkness outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a bullet gleaming with a cold, eerie purple light pierces the air and hurtles straight toward the center of the round table.

Li Haotian flicked his wrist, and the small watch repair tweezers became a blur between his fingers.

"clang!"

Sparks exploded in the center of the private room, shattering all the wine glasses on the table.

The bullet was deflected and went into Wei Shao's crotch, making a hole in the floor.

Wei Shao let out a pig-like scream and curled up like a shrimp.

"Help! Murder!"

Ignoring the group of terrified rich kids, Li Haotian kicked the entire floor-to-ceiling window to pieces.

A strong wind suddenly rushed in, blowing the expensive curtains around wildly.

"Lin Yuyan, if you want to live, hold on tight to my belt."

Li Haotian wrapped one arm around Lin Yuyan's waist and jumped from a height of several dozen stories.

Behind them, several more beams of purple light intertwined and sliced ​​the mahogany round table in the private room into pieces.

Lin Yuyan screamed with her eyes closed, feeling the whistling wind all around her ears.

But in that instant, she felt the chest that was holding her was as hot as a furnace of charcoal.

The Ferrari's engine roared downstairs, as if responding to its owner's arrival.

Hook: Who sent those snipers? The purple bullets mean that mirror technology has been applied to the assassins. How will Li Haotian protect the unconscious Lin Mo and the injured Su Wan in mid-air? Can that Ferrari, injected with energy, really catch them from dozens of stories high?