However, occasionally, when he witnessed deeds that provoked his indignation, he would step in to intervene—for instance, if the Urban Management officers tried to confiscate the handcart of an old woman selling insoles, he would step forward and reprimand the so-called public servants a few times.

Back then, he even fought with the Urban Management’s elite special forces—who were legendary for their combat prowess—over such an incident. But at that time, lacking both background and status, he didn't dare linger after his decisive victory and immediately fled the scene.

If he would fight the most powerful Urban Management special forces in history for someone else’s sake, one could imagine the state of mind he was in now, having been stood up by Director Zheng and his wife!

Especially since the Zheng Ming Shun couple had never given him a positive impression before. They had even once instructed their driver, Li Qing, to play a dirty trick on Wang Zhuo. Had Cai Yuantu not been a man of principle in business, who knew how much trouble they might have caused Wang Zhuo back then. At that time, Wang Zhuo had only managed a minor retaliation; he truly lacked the power to do anything to them. Now, with new grievances piled atop old ones, Wang Zhuo was truly determined to teach them a harsh lesson.

Smiling coldly to himself, seeing that the couple had no intention of coming downstairs to move their car anytime soon, Wang Zhuo couldn't waste any more time. He got out of his car and walked to the front of the Audi A6, delivering a solid kick to the rear tire.

The piercing alarm immediately echoed across the neighborhood's night sky. Moments later, shadowy figures appeared behind many residential windows to watch. Wang Zhuo stood casually in front of the car—as soon as the alarm stopped, he immediately delivered another kick.

When the first alarm sounded, Director Zheng merely frowned. The Director’s wife turned her face toward the window, coldly using the remote control to turn up the television volume.

Bao Ai stepped forward, intending to counsel Wang Zhuo, but he shot her a look, and she instantly fell silent. Rumor had it that the man before them was the richest man in the city, known for his volatile temper and frequent use of his fists. The two security guards exchanged glances, deciding that maintaining a low profile was the wiser course of action now; getting beaten up and then fired by the company would be a huge loss.

The alarm continued to shriek. Some residents were no longer satisfied with watching the spectacle from behind their windows; they opened them to see what was happening. More importantly, many recognized the Audi A6. This was one of the city’s most upscale communities, meaning the residents were all people of some standing. When they saw that it was Zheng Ming Shun’s official vehicle being kicked, and the tall young man doing the kicking was driving an even more high-end Audi—one of which there wasn't another in the entire city—everyone knew a good show was about to unfold.

When the alarm sounded for the third time, the Director’s wife finally couldn't sit still. She didn't care that the car being kicked was public property, but having the car kicked was the same as having her face slapped. If they delayed coming downstairs any longer, the entire neighborhood would know about it soon!

“Old Zheng, why are you still on the phone?!” she shouted, tugging at him. “Hurry downstairs and look! The whole neighborhood is watching! That fellow surnamed Wang is kicking your car!” Zheng Ming Shun glared irritably in the direction of the living room, then reluctantly hung up the phone, emerged from the bedroom, and leaned against the living room window to look down.

In the night, the community was brightly lit. Two Audis were parked facing each other. A tall young man dressed in a long gray trench coat stood before the black Audi. The alarm had just stopped, and he immediately lifted his leg to kick the tire again, setting off the sound once more.

Most local wealthy people wore beaver fur coats or sheepskin coats in winter; trench coats were rare. And the champagne-colored Audi was tall and wide; from this vantage point, it looked like it could swallow the entire A6 whole. Zheng Ming Shun’s face twitched involuntarily. Who else could be kicking the car besides Wang Zhuo, who had only recently returned to live in the neighborhood these past two days?

“Why aren’t you getting dressed?!” the Director’s wife urged him. “Are you afraid of him or what? Don't forget, you are a state official!”

A state official isn't as impressive as the Central Committee member's future son-in-law, Zheng Ming Shun instantly felt a surge of regret. He had intended to block the other man’s path when parking, making it inconvenient for them to pull into their spot, but he hadn't expected the other party’s car to be such a massive vehicle. Blocked by his own car, the other couldn't fit in at all!

Now look at this mess—the entire neighborhood was watching that bastard kick his car. If he obediently went down to move it, wouldn't he look like a complete pushover?

He had only wanted to annoy them a little, but now it had turned into this impossible situation where he couldn't back down. Zheng Ming Shun clearly understood the current dynamics: if they engaged in a formal, bureaucratic battle, he wouldn't lose ground, but he wouldn't gain much either. But if he went downstairs now to argue with the man, he would not only lose face but likely suffer an immediate physical disadvantage too!

“Damn it!” Director Zheng finally couldn't help but curse. He was an important official who controlled the city’s purse strings; even several vice-mayors spoke to him respectfully. Yet, here he was, being publicly humiliated by some punk kid, and unable to retaliate—it was outrageous!

Seeing his hesitation, the Director’s wife finally grew angry, asking with annoyance, “Old Zheng, what are you dawdling for?!”

“You know nothing!” Zheng Ming Shun snapped back at her, thinking to himself, if it weren't for this shrewish wife suggesting that terrible idea for parking, would he be in such a passive position right now?

“Where’s the property management’s card? I’ll make a call!” As a division-level leader with real authority, Zheng Ming Shun was quite capable of problem-solving. He immediately thought of a solution and called the property management office.

Wang Zhuo continued kicking the Audi A6’s rear tire, appearing utterly relaxed, yet his gaze constantly tracked the movements of the Zheng couple through the reflections in the various windows around the complex.

To outsiders, he appeared to completely disregard Director Zheng, casually chatting with the property management security guards while kicking the car. In the Audi he drove, the girl in the passenger seat was fiddling with her phone, seemingly chatting online, clearly not taking the situation seriously either.

But everyone knew: the calm before the storm. If this were just a typical parking dispute, it wouldn't have escalated this far; the property management would have stopped it long ago and sent someone to the owner's door. The fact that things had reached this point clearly signaled that the two parties were engaged in a feud!

After delivering another kick to the tire, Wang Zhuo casually asked a guard, “Do you use snow melt chemicals in this neighborhood?”

The guard smiled apologetically and replied, “Snow melt chemicals cause pollution; we always clear snow manually.”

“No wonder, the snow looks quite clean,” Wang Zhuo nodded, then bent down, scooped up a handful of snow from a nearby flower bed, interlaced his fingers, and pressed it into a solid snowball.

He weighed the snowball, nodded in satisfaction, and asked the guard, “Which unit is Director Zheng’s?” The guard stammered, uncertain whether he should answer. Five floors wasn't too high, and Wang Zhuo was clearly in excellent physical condition; if he threw the snowball, he could certainly hit Director Zheng's window, which would create massive trouble! As he hesitated, his walkie-talkie suddenly crackled to life, followed by the supervisor's instruction: “Wang Li, Wang Li, do you read? You need to go to Block C, Unit 9, Apartment 501 immediately to retrieve a car key and then help the owner move the car to the underground parking lot!”

The guard's expression immediately became awkward. The walkie-talkie volume was quite loud; Wang Zhuo certainly heard it clearly. Didn't that mean he now knew where Director Zheng lived?

Wang Zhuo found this unexpected answer amusing and casually asked, “You’re not Wang Li?” The guard pointed with a wry smile toward another guard running toward Unit 9 in the distance. “He is Wang Li. He used to be a designated driver for hotels.” Wang Zhuo made an 'oh' sound and looked up toward Zheng Ming Shun's home. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the drawn curtains, he clearly saw the resentful faces of the director and his wife behind the fabric.

Wang Zhuo was deeply dissatisfied with this outcome where the Deputy Director sent a stand-in. He had intended to humiliate the Director publicly, to put him in an awkward spot, but instead, the man refused to show his face, sending property management to resolve the issue. This left Wang Zhuo with the frustrating feeling of punching into empty air—it was too anticlimactic!

Wang Li soon retrieved the car keys and drove the Audi A6 away swiftly. The onlookers hiding behind their windows gradually dispersed. However, the scene tonight would undoubtedly spread quickly throughout the city’s civil service system. Director Zheng had clearly backed down during this conflict; the car was kicked for so long, yet not a single person showed their face, not a single word was uttered, and he even had to have property management move the car for him. Those who didn't understand might assume the Director was putting on airs, but anyone with a bit of common sense would know that Mr. Zheng lacked the ability to contend with the other man and had become a coward!

He parked, locked the door, and took the elevator upstairs. Upon entering their apartment, Gan Shuang asked with a smile, “You seem to have some history with this Director Zheng? Why didn't he even dare to show his face?”

Wang Zhuo chuckled, took off his coat, and sat down on the sofa, patting his thigh.

Gan Shuang obediently sat down on his lap and kissed his slightly cool lips, letting him remove her coat.

His hand slipped beneath her blouse, the cool temperature eliciting a delighted giggle from her. Only then, while enjoying his most comfortable, natural hand-warmer, did Wang Zhuo recount the history between himself and Zheng Ming Shun.

After listening to Wang Zhuo’s narrative, Gan Shuang was already completely softened by his ministrations; the area between her legs felt slick as marshland. She said with a light laugh, “It seems from now on, they will completely yield to you. They’ll probably avoid you whenever they go out.”

Wang Zhuo smiled happily. Being able to make the Director of the Finance Bureau shy away was indeed like what his father had said: "Returning home in splendor."

“Don’t…!”

Gan Shuang suddenly cried out softly, gripping the intrusive hand that had stealthily slipped into her inner thigh crease.

But that hand stubbornly pressed further downward, occasionally teasing her with mischievous hooks. Soon, she was unable to resist the disturbance and involuntarily let out a moan of desire.

While caressing the beauty in his arms and touching her all over, Wang Zhuo used his penetrating vision to peer through his own floor, the layers of residences below, and the dividing walls, looking into Director Zheng’s luxurious house. A three-dimensional holographic blueprint quickly formed in his mind, capturing every minute detail.

Before long, the beauty had been rendered as pliant as a newborn lamb. Uncharacteristically, she noticed that her lover was not demanding the usual ritual of oral service; instead, he pressed her down onto the coffee table, making her arch her back in welcome, sending a blazing heat fully into her.

Before succumbing to total intoxication, she smiled silently, suddenly disrupting their usual rhythm. She truly found this unexpected pace somewhat unsettling…