Am I a Kamen Rider or the real young master who was switched at birth?

After more than ten minutes, Young Master Wang suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, and then sprang up from the ground as if he had been electrocuted.

He sat up straight, his eyes wide open, his pupils still contracting violently, his forehead covered in cold sweat, which made his afro look all messy.

He looked at his hands in horror, then touched his face, and then looked around.

He gasped for breath, his voice filled with wild joy as he exclaimed, "I'm really back—I'm really back—I didn't die—I didn't go to hell—I'm back!!"

Lin Xingran stood next to him with her arms crossed, impatiently tapping the floor with the tip of one of her shoes.

She looked at the spoiled brat with the afro who had just been lying on the ground like a corpse, but now suddenly jumped up and shouted "I'm back!" Her brows furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a mosquito.

"What? You're back? Did you have a nightmare? Do you know how long you've been lying here? My time is precious; I still have several stores to visit today."

Upon hearing this voice, Young Master Wang turned his head sharply.

He saw Lin Xingran's face, which was frowning and looking down at him, and instinctively blurted out, "Lin Xingran!"

Lin Xingran's expression changed instantly when she heard him call her by her full name.

Without saying a word, she raised her hand and slapped the young master Wang squarely across the left cheek.

Young Master Wang was sent flying half a circle to the side by the slap.

He fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times, then covered his left cheek, which immediately swelled up, wincing in pain.

"Do you think you can just call me by my name? Even your father has to call me Miss Lin Er when he comes. Who do you think you are? Weren't you pretty arrogant when you were smashing up the shop? Now you know how to address people?"

Lin Xingran shook the hand that had slapped her, her tone full of disdain.

Young Master Wang covered his face and rolled on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

But he didn't shout "Do you know who my dad is?" as usual, nor did he give orders to the bodyguards behind him.

He struggled to his feet, covering his left cheek and using his other hand to support himself on the ground.

At this moment, Ye Yang was already standing next to him without him noticing.

He rested his hands on his knees, a kind smile on his face, and said, "Oh dear, what happened? Why is Young Master Wang lying on the ground? Did you get an electric shock and haven't recovered yet?"

Lin Xingran turned to look at Ye Yang, who had suddenly appeared, then looked down at Young Master Wang, who was still covering his face on the ground. She pointed at Ye Yang, then at Young Master Wang, and opened her mouth.

Ye Yang raised his index finger to her, making a "shh" gesture, and then nodded his chin toward Young Master Wang, indicating that she should continue watching.

Young Master Wang scrambled to Ye Yang's feet. He looked up, and his once arrogant face was now covered in snot and tears, with a clear five-finger mark on his left cheek.

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry—I was wrong—I shouldn't have touched your car—I was blind to your greatness—you're a magnanimous person—please don't hold it against me—"

He turned around and kowtowed several times to the male manager he had just slapped.

His forehead slammed against the marble floor with a dull thud, and even after a large red mark appeared on his forehead, he didn't stop.

"I'm sorry too—I shouldn't have hit you—I shouldn't have smashed your store—I'll pay—I'll pay for everything—Manager, please slap me a few times, otherwise I'll be too embarrassed to say I came here to apologize."

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed to each of the shop assistants huddled in the corner, which startled the young female shop assistant so much that she quickly took several steps back and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "No need, no need."

The bodyguards in black looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had followed Young Master Wang for so many years and had seen his arrogant and domineering manner, as well as his ability to smash shops and beat people without batting an eye. But they had never seen their master kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for forgiveness before.

The lead bodyguard scratched the back of his head and whispered in his companion's ear, "Was the young master electrocuted by that motorcycle? Should we call an ambulance?"

Lin Xingran poked Ye Yang's arm with her finger, then lowered her voice and whispered in his ear:

"What happened? How did he wake up like this? What did you do to him? He was so arrogant just now, but now he's so cowardly that he's even kowtowing to those shop assistants. Did you beat him up in your dream?"

"No, just beating him up wouldn't have scared him this much. Did you use some kind of mental ability? What exactly is the effect of that Dawn Form Dream Invasion?"

Ye Yang turned his head slightly and whispered in her ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"I arranged several of his deepest nightmares for him, making him believe that he was really in hell. In hell, he confessed all the bad things he had done since childhood and told me a lot of unexpected information."

He paused, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. "About Shen Yunzhou."

Lin Xingran's eyes widened instantly. She looked at Ye Yang in disbelief, then took two steps back.

Seeing her reaction, Ye Yang asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Lin Xingran pointed a finger at Ye Yang's nose and said in an exaggerated tone:

"You're too dangerous. You can sneak into people's dreams, create nightmares at will, and make people think they're in hell. I'm afraid you'll come into my dreams and do bad things tonight. I'm going to put a talisman on my door before I go to sleep tonight."

Ye Yang stared at her speechlessly for several seconds, then turned and walked towards Young Master Wang.

"Don't worry, your dream is full of potato chips and video game consoles, it's so noisy I would find it annoying to go in."

Young Master Wang looked up at him, the fear in his eyes had not completely subsided, but he was more stable than when he had just woken up.

Ye Yang smiled and said casually, "Young Master Wang—I heard you really want my motorcycle."

Young Master Wang shook his head repeatedly, at a speed as fast as a rattle drum.

"I won't do it again—I'll never touch your car again—I'll be a good person from now on—I'll never do bad things again—starting today I'll do a good deed every day—I'll volunteer at the nursing home tomorrow—"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing," Ye Yang waved his hand, his smile deepening.

"But I think you really enjoy smashing things, right? You just said you wanted to smash all the cars in the store. I think that's a pretty unique hobby. How about we do it together?"

Young Master Wang shook his head frantically, but before he could speak, Ye Yang had already stood up.

He walked to a corner of the display area, where a baseball bat for display was placed against the wall.

He weighed the baseball bat in his hand, then gripped the handle with one hand, slung it over his shoulder, and strode out of the store.

Lin Xingran followed behind him, her eyes already shining. She had a feeling that something very interesting was about to happen.

The black luxury sedan belonging to Young Master Wang was parked in front of the car dealership. The car body was polished to a shine, and the emblem on the front of the car reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Ye Yang carried the baseball bat to the car, then circled it halfway around and gently tapped the roof with the bat.

"Is this your car? Wow—it looks great! You seem to really like it. You must take good care of it. The paint, the shine, the rims—tsk tsk."

When Young Master Wang chased after Ye Yang and saw him gesturing with a baseball bat at his beloved car, his face turned pale instantly.

"Wait—don't smash it—this car is a limited edition—only a few were made worldwide—I queued for ages to buy it—"

Ye Yang turned to look at Lin Xingran beside him, a sheepish expression on his face: "Ah—is it that expensive? A limited edition?"

Lin Xingran crossed her arms, a wide smile playing on her lips, and said in an extremely cooperative tone, "It's not as expensive as ours. Besides, my dad wanted to buy this limited edition one before, but then he thought it was too ugly and didn't."

Ye Yang nodded and said seriously, "It's okay, I'll compensate you for the cost later. But this limited edition you mentioned—since we're going to lose money anyway, why not smash it a few more times so I can lose more money? That way your money will be well spent."

As he spoke, he gripped the handle of the stick with both hands, aimed it at the hood of the car, and smashed it down.

The hood was instantly smashed into a dent the size of a washbasin, and the metal plate emitted a piercing groan.

Young Master Wang let out a scream even more agonizing than he had just experienced in hell. He instinctively reached out to protect the car, but Ye Yang glared at him and stopped him.

Lin Xingran rubbed his hands together excitedly and said, "Me too—let me smash something! I was at the test drive area when this kid was about to smash the car shop, I missed it!"

Ye Yang handed her the baseball bat, and she happily took it, then twirled it in her hand before swinging it down at the windshield.

The windshield shattered instantly, cracking into countless spiderweb-like patterns. But she was clearly not satisfied and swung the stick several more times until the entire glass was reduced to a dense mass of shards before she stopped.

Ye Yang walked to Young Master Wang's side and patted him on the shoulder.

"How much, Young Master Wang? Isn't this your favorite trick? Smashing someone's property and then asking how much it costs. Now you can answer me. Calculate the total repair cost for this car."

Young Master Wang shook his head repeatedly, his voice trembling as he said, "It wasn't much money—no need to pay—really no need to pay—it was my own fault—it was perfectly justified for you to smash my car—consider it my apology to you—"

Ye Yang nodded, indicating his satisfaction with the answer.

Then he turned to the male manager in the store and shouted loudly:

"Manager—this car will be repaired here! Just let me know how much it will cost, and I'll pay for it. Also, please include the damage Mr. Wang caused; he said he'd pay for everything. As for the repair cost of this car, I'll pay for the damage myself. Sorry for the trouble."

Looking at the young man shouting at him from the doorway and the second young lady of the Lin family who was frantically yelling at the luxury car, the manager suddenly felt that it was all worth it.

He nodded vigorously, replied "Okay," then looked down at the nameplate on his chest and gently wiped the dust off with his fingers.

Ye Yang glanced at Lin Xingran, who was still smashing things in the parking lot.

She had already smashed from the hood to the trunk, swinging the baseball bat faster than she would on a tennis court, a smile on her lips more satisfying than the one she'd earned credits.

He crossed his arms and casually called out to her, "Are you done smashing it? Almost done. If you keep smashing it, the car will be nothing but scrap metal, and it won't be worth anything as scrap metal."

Lin Xingran smashed it one last time, then straightened up, wiping the sweat from her forehead: "Wait a minute, wait a minute—almost done—this rearview mirror hasn't fallen off yet—wait for me—it's done! Perfect!"

She tossed the baseball bat to the ground, then put her hands on her hips, looking at the wrecked luxury car in front of her with a satisfied smile.