Riding with beauties in a luxury RV, Wang Zhuo was utterly immersed in a gentle paradise; he truly felt like an immortal enjoying the good life.

Being able to stay within the confines of the RV was, in itself, a higher form of seclusion.

Starting from Jiangzhou, they traversed Anhui, Jiangxi, and Hunan provinces before finally entering Guizhou territory. Along the way, Wang Zhuo's small convoy endured countless baptisms of sky-high bridge tolls, illegal fines, and arbitrary charges, leaving behind a thick stack of receipts for every vehicle.

There were also several close calls where they nearly filled up with dubious, low-quality fuel at knock-off gas stations like Zhongyuan Petroleum or Zhongtuan Petrochemical. It was only due to Lu Weimin's rich experience that they managed to avert disaster time and again.

After passing yet another Zhongwei Petrochemical station, Wang Zhuo chuckled wryly and asked Lu Weimin, "With so many counterfeit operations, is there really no oversight at all?"

"Oh, there is, of course, there is," Lu Weimin scoffed while driving. "When too many people report them, they issue a meaningless rectification notice. If it's not fixed by the deadline, they slap a fine of ten or twenty thousand—just for show. Once, I was refueling at a Zhongyuan Petrochemical station; for 120 liters of gas, they only put in a little over 60. When I argued a bit, a dozen or so roughnecks showed up, looking ready to beat me up."

Wang Zhuo laughed heartily. "Gas stations have to keep thugs on staff? Is it really that exaggerated?"

Lu Weimin just grinned darkly. "Just from that one incident, they pocketed over six hundred yuan illegally. Think about how much these crooked establishments make in a year? They can easily afford to keep a whole squad of muscle."

Wang Zhuo paused, then considered it closely. It was exactly as Lu Weimin said. If this gas station managed to swindle just ten people a day, that was over six thousand yuan; in a month, that’s over two hundred thousand. Keeping a few thugs wouldn't even make a dent in their profits.

It was past nine in the evening now. The sanitary conditions at the last highway service area were too appalling, so Wang Zhuo and his group decided to push on through the night and rest at the next stop.

"Those regulatory departments must be turning a blind eye because they're taking bribes, right?" Wang Zhuo commented.

"Bribes? What kind of bribes?" Lu Weimin shook his head and snorted. "Those illicit gas stations are all family businesses owned by the department heads themselves. Do you think they need to spend their own money to grease the palms of their subordinates who are supposed to be enforcing the law?"

Wang Zhuo held it in for a long moment before finally spitting out a single word: "Damn."

"In this day and age, is collusion between officials and businessmen still a thing?" Lu Weimin sneered. "It’s long past that—officials are the businessmen, and businessmen are the officials. Some places still go through the motions of keeping things separate, but in others, it's done quite openly. The minor officials from before the petrochemical company reforms—which one of them isn't worth tens of millions now? If you don't own a few gas stations, you’d be too embarrassed to show up at a class reunion."

"The wealth belonging to the entire nation being concentrated into the hands of a few special interest groups—isn't that the current state of society?" Wang Zhuo sighed. "Tobacco Company, Petrochemical Company, Power Grid Group, Banks—which of these state-owned monopolies aren't quietly raking in fortunes? Forget about equal pay for equal work; those people don't even need to show up half the time, and their annual salary is enough for an ordinary person to toil for ten years."

Lu Weimin nodded in agreement. "The officials are corrupt, and the rich are heartless. This society is starting to devour itself..."

As the two men were gloomily lamenting the state of the nation, the rear door of the driver's cabin was pushed open, and Guan Yingying's beautiful, unadorned face peeked in. "Wang Zhuo, come here for a second."

Wang Zhuo got up and followed her to the middle section of the RV. Guan Yingying turned back, a sly smile playing on her lips, and whispered, "Sister Qi Fei is asleep."

Guan Yingying was only wearing a single slip dress, its hem barely clearing the roots of her legs, exposing a pair of fair, shapely thighs. She had bought the dress online, but the vendor sent the wrong size, making it too short. She had planned to return it but decided it was nice enough to wear around the house—both cool and sexy.

Indeed, on its first outing, the dress had snagged Wang Zhuo's attention. Hearing that Qi Fei was asleep, Wang Zhuo didn't hesitate; he pressed close, one hand slipping beneath the skirt.

"This dress is great. When did you get it?" Wang Zhuo murmured with a slight laugh, his palm gliding repeatedly over her pert rear.

"I knew you'd like it." Guan Yingying winked flirtatiously and reached for the elastic waistband of his swim trunks. "Hurry up, I can’t wait!"

Wang Zhuo knew she was impatient because the moment his fingers brushed against a certain soft spot, he felt unmistakable dampness...

Right now, Qi Fei was sleeping in the second-floor bedroom of the RV, Lu Weimin was driving, and the four female bodyguards were in the other two vehicles—it was the perfect opportunity for the two of them. Guan Yingying pulled Wang Zhuo by his belt, urgently dragging him into a small lounge area at the back of the RV.

This lounge was about ten square meters, arranged with U-shaped sofas centered around a square table. It contained a refrigerator, sound system, and projector screen, usable for relaxation or, when necessary, the sofas could be unfolded and the table removed to create a temporary bedroom for four.

Since this was intimacy that couldn't see the light of day, the two wasted no time dismantling furniture or rearranging sofas. After entering the lounge, they didn't even turn on the light. Wang Zhuo locked the door, and as soon as he turned around, his swim trunks were yanked to the floor, and he immediately felt his arousal enveloped by bliss.

He let out a long, satisfying sigh, completely relaxing against the door, cupping the beauty's cheeks in his hands, closing his eyes to fully savor the moment.

Unfortunately, his time as an immortal enjoying bliss lasted less than ten minutes. Just as he was lifting Guan Yingying onto the square table, positioning himself for battle, the body of the RV suddenly shuddered violently without warning.

The jolt threw Wang Zhuo's aim off. It must be noted that the night before, he had helped Guan Yingying clean the hair from that area; it was completely smooth now. But if one were to stroke upwards against the grain, it was, not an exaggeration, like running one's hand over a small file.

Wang Zhuo’s insertion hit that abrasive surface, and he slid another two centimeters over it...

"Hiss..." He gasped in pain, clutching his vital area, unable to even speak.

Guan Yingying nearly fell off the table from the jolt. She clung tightly to Wang Zhuo, and only after a few seconds did her shock subside. By then, the RV had slowed down, clearly pulling over to the side of the road.

"What happened to you?" In the dim light of the cabin, she saw Wang Zhuo's pained grimace and quickly asked.

"I'm injured," Wang Zhuo said with a wry smile, pointing to his crucial area.

"Ah?" Guan Yingying was startled and immediately started to get off the table to turn on the light.

"No, don't turn on the light yet," Wang Zhuo quickly whispered, stopping her. "Something must have happened ahead. That shake was too violent; Qi Fei is probably waking up too. You need to fix yourself up quickly, and I'll go check."

Saying that, he bent down, picked up the swim trunks from the floor, along with Guan Yingying’s palm-sized panties, and handed them to her.

"How did you get hurt?" Guan Yingying put on her underwear in a few quick motions, asking while tidying her hair.

"Just that scrape from when we bumped." Wang Zhuo shook his head with a bitter smile. "I’m going out first. You can come out a little later."

"What a buzzkill." Guan Yingying sighed, half-laughing, half-crying. "Looks like tonight's plans are ruined."

Wang Zhuo glanced down at his '250' [slang for penis]. A few tiny beads of blood were already welling up where the injury occurred. It didn't look severe, but he knew it would definitely need time to scab over. He smiled wryly to himself, thinking it wasn't just tonight; he probably wouldn't be playing around for quite some time.

Pulling up his swim trunks and flipping his shirt back around to cover his back, Wang Zhuo walked out quickly, fueled by the dual frustration of having his pleasure interrupted and being injured in a sensitive spot.

The RV had stopped on the highway's emergency shoulder, and the two cars behind them also pulled over. Wang Zhuo used his X-ray vision to look ahead: a law enforcement vehicle, painted with the words 'Highway Enforcement,' had its emergency lights flashing, stopped just in front of the RV.

It was this enforcement car that had suddenly swerved and decelerated in front of the RV, forcing Lu Weimin to slam on the brakes—ruining Wang Zhuo's moment and causing him a very awkward, minor injury.

Although the injury wasn't serious, it was in an extremely important location. How he was going to explain this to Qi Fei later was going to be a major problem.

Three people emerged from the enforcement car: two in uniform and one in plain clothes. One of the uniformed men walked up to the driver's side door, demanding Lu Weimin's license, registration, and other documents. The other two walked toward the passenger side door.

"Open the door over there," the uniformed man ordered while checking Lu Weimin's paperwork.

"What are you planning to inspect?" Lu Weimin frowned and asked.

He knew this was a multi-million dollar luxury RV; even from the outside, it was clear it wasn't for just anyone. People riding in such vehicles were bound to be wealthy and influential, possessing strong backgrounds. This vehicle had encountered spot checks on the road before, but the inspectors usually just asked a few probing questions and let them go. This was the first time anyone had immediately demanded the doors be opened for inspection.

"Why so much chatter?" The uniformed man's face darkened. "What I’m inspecting is none of your business! Overloading, illegal commercial operation, transporting contraband—we check for all of it."

"Then let me see your credentials first," Lu Weimin extended his hand.

Demanding to see credentials could be a way to verify identity, or it could carry a veiled threat—a warning of repercussions later on.

"You have no right to see my credentials," the uniformed man sneered, looking askance at Lu Weimin. "Are you refusing cooperation with the inspection?"

What kind of rookie cop is this? Lu Weimin was so annoyed he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy was shamelessly refusing to show his ID. Was this how enforcement was done?

Just then, Wang Zhuo pushed open the rear door of the driver's cabin and sneered, "Brother Min, open the door and let them check."

"Wang Zhuo..." Lu Weimin was reluctant; letting these riff-raff characters onto the vehicle for an inspection felt like a huge loss of face.

"Open the door," Wang Zhuo subtly signaled him.

Just a moment ago, Wang Zhuo had used his X-ray vision to check; the badge number on the chest of the man speaking to Lu Weimin was actually 9527, and the other officer waiting by the side door was numbered 2046.

Damn it, did law enforcement even use identification numbers like those? Wang Zhuo felt like cursing out loud; these imposters were too arrogant, thinking that because it was dark, people wouldn't notice their ridiculous badge numbers. Not only were they lawless, but they clearly held everyone in utter contempt.