After standing there for a moment, Lin Yu decided he should probably laugh it off.
Given the current personality of the third female lead, as long as he didn’t provoke her, the chances of her bothering him were practically zero!
So what if she cursed at him once?
Lin Yu muttered under his breath.
Honestly, with the way he looked right now, anyone who saw him would call him an idiot.
Even he wanted to curse at his own ridiculous hairstyle whenever he looked in the mirror!
In a way, he and the third female lead were kindred spirits.
Lin Yu exhaled softly and happily headed toward the mahjong parlor, his head still wrapped in bandages.
Got cursed at by the third female lead on their first meeting~
How delightful~
Taking his time, Lin Yu deliberately dragged his feet and didn’t arrive at the mahjong parlor until 1 PM. By then, the Black Blood Gang members had already dispersed.
Lin Yu went to the inner room to look for Li Yuan and ask why he’d been summoned.
The moment he stepped inside and saw Li Yuan, Lin Yu silently gulped.
Turns out, he’d been wrong about the Fire Scorpion Gang all along.
Those bastards really went all out!
Li Yuan appeared in a wheelchair, his left leg encased in a thick cast, his head and neck wrapped in layer after layer of bandages. A few more wraps, and he could’ve passed for a mummy in a foreign horror movie.
"Xiao Long, you’re here?"
Li Yuan, uncharacteristically cheerful, greeted Lin Yu with a smile.
"Yeah, I’m here," Lin Yu replied, then asked, "Uncle, what did you need me for?"
Li Yuan nodded, his face beaming.
"Of course! Come with me, Xiao Long. Your uncle’s got a surprise for you!"
With that, Hei Hu, standing behind him, pushed the wheelchair forward.
Puzzled, Lin Yu followed, curiosity gnawing at him.
A surprise?
What kind of surprise?
What could this stingy old man possibly have for me?
They made their way to the mahjong parlor’s backyard, where Lin Yu spotted a large object completely covered by a red cloth in the center.
Though the cloth concealed whatever was beneath, the shape it outlined made it obvious—it was a motorcycle.
"Go on, Xiao Long," Li Yuan said, tilting his chin toward the red cloth, his smile unwavering.
"Take a look at what’s under there."
Lin Yu feigned excitement and nodded, but internally, he rolled his eyes.
What else could it be? Even a blind man could tell it was a motorcycle.
What a pointless show!
Turning his back to the two men, Lin Yu approached the red cloth with little enthusiasm.
Deep down, he doubted the motorcycle underneath would be anything special. It probably wasn’t even new.
Most likely a secondhand refurb or some cheap, low-end model worth a couple thousand at most.
Given Li Yuan’s notorious penny-pinching attitude toward him, Lin Yu couldn’t imagine the man suddenly having a change of heart.
With that mindset, Lin Yu reached out, grabbed the cloth, and yanked it off with disinterest.
The next second, his dull eyes widened, bursting with astonishment.
Holy shit!
This thing is badass!
The motorcycle beneath the cloth far exceeded Lin Yu’s expectations.
Its body was painted in a sleek blue-and-white scheme, with a streamlined, aerodynamic design that put every other local bike to shame.
Its futuristic styling could easily rival top-tier racing motorcycles.
This was the dream machine for any motorcycle enthusiast.
As Lin Yu ran his hands over the bike’s sleek frame, Hei Hu, standing behind Li Yuan’s wheelchair, chuckled.
"Xiao Long, this bike was specially ordered by Boss Li from an out-of-province dealer at a hefty price. It’s the only one in all of D City."
"You’d better thank him properly."
"Thanks, Uncle!" Lin Yu said sweetly, barely moving his lips.
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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
