The body's capacity for recovery is formidable, a truth that applies equally to a flower ruthlessly exploited and to Gong Jun and Zhang Shengnan after a month of confinement.

Thus, Wang Zhuo occasionally experimented with alternative styles of play. This wasn't due to any unwillingness to cherish feminine beauty, but rather because experience had proven that some women thoroughly enjoyed these deviations, finding the resulting pleasure even surpassing that of the conventional games.

The intimate details of these explorations, however, are not for public recounting.

Professor Chang once stated that the differences between individual humans are far greater than anyone can imagine, and this rings true: giants can reach two-and-a-half meters, while dwarves stand barely half a meter tall; a very large man can weigh upwards of half a ton, while one of Wang Zhuo's female classmates, already married, weighed barely sixty jin.

So, just as there is the "miracle of large breasts" exemplified by Gan Shuang, there are also the "washboards" and "flat chests." And then there are the anomalies like An Qi, who seemed determined never to let go of Wang Zhuo's treasure, and Bai Lu, teased by Siyuan for finding pleasure through distinct means.

The Gong Jun couple's physical recovery was swift. Wang Zhengdao had arranged a scientific regimen for their recuperation, and just three days after their release, they began recovery exercises, striving to return to peak health in the shortest possible time.

Simultaneously, two new companions joined their side—to learn the art of wall-phasing—named Cheng Tiankun and Huang Hongbo.

This Cheng Tiankun was naturally the petty thief Wang Zhuo had caught when he first developed myopia. Over the past few years, following Ding Ren, his life had become increasingly comfortable, yet he hadn't let his skills atrophy; he remained an electronics expert. Coincidentally, like Gong Jun, he was a bit plump, and their proficiency in technical matters was comparable, with an ability to complement each other's strengths, making them feel they had met too late.

Huang Hongbo, on the other hand, was rescued by Wang Zhuo from the jaws of vicious dogs. He was originally an appliance repairman who, seizing the opportunity from that incident, became an electrician at Shengshi Dynasty. He was fiercely loyal and highly capable with his hands. After an inspection, Wang Zhuo arranged for him to resign six months ago; his current official cover is that of a "freelance electrician," placing small advertisements in local newspapers, waiting for business to call.

When these four assembled, they formed a "squad." Wang Zhuo's first assignment for them was a highly challenging one: taking down the lair of Customs Chief Luo!

This Luo Bin had served as Customs Chief in Jiangzhou for five years. His work ability was mediocre, his reputation average, and his political achievements unremarkable, yet he remained firmly entrenched in his post—proof that he was highly favored by his superiors. Such figures with strong backing are often the hardest to topple; even after major accountability issues, they might take a six-month rest at home, only to reappear, shift positions, and resume their careers elsewhere.

Such individuals are ubiquitous in officialdom. It’s no wonder Wang Zhuo, who avoids politics, felt helpless against this phenomenon; even someone in Qin Xue's position, constrained by various forces, could only overlook most similar occurrences.

The common people naturally wish for capable officials who get real work done, but reality often twists expectations; superiors prefer subordinates who obey, with competence being secondary.

This inversion of priorities is an age-old problem. With his character maturing and his experience deepening, Wang Zhuo had long grown accustomed to it. However, Customs Chief Luo’s son had severely violated Wang Zhuo's dignity and interests, provoking him repeatedly. Wang Zhuo had no intention of enduring this slight any longer!

Wang Zhuo felt no psychological burden in dealing with Luo Bin and Luo Kelong. Firstly, the Luos were in the wrong. Secondly, after Xiao Wanjun intervened, not only did the attempt to resolve the grievance fail, but the Customs office escalated matters by impounding three more of Wang Zhuo's ships—one of which was actually carrying export goods—a brazen act of public humiliation.

There had actually been a misunderstanding. Xiao Wanjun's intervention was mistimed, and Luo Kelong’s assessment was flawed. The result was a mistaken signal leading Luo Kelong to believe Wang Zhuo had been completely finished—the perfect time for him to flaunt his power.

Little did he know, Wang Zhuo was hoping they would stir up trouble, as it would give him legitimate grounds for retaliation, completely eliminating any psychological pressure!

On this matter, Wang Zhuo was also quite dissatisfied with Qin Xue’s reaction. His friend created so much tax revenue for the region, supported businesses, provided funds for charity drives to boost political achievements—and now, when a mere clown pops up to harass his friend, he doesn't utter a sound. He wasn't supportive when it mattered!

Angered by this, Wang Zhuo prepared this strategy to deal with Customs Chief Luo, especially since, having uncovered some compromising material on the Chief, dealing with such scum required absolutely no mental strain.

Luo Kelong had been riding a wave of success recently.

Suppressing the little tyrant of Jiangzhou so completely had given him considerable prestige within the circles of the young elite, instantly marking him as the foremost young scion. While a Customs Chief wasn't the highest rank in Jiangzhou officialdom, the power they wielded was immense, controlling the economic lifeline and holding the authority of life and death. Thus, building on his father's influence, he was certainly not overshadowed. Furthermore, since many young elites needed to pass through his jurisdiction when conducting their 'foraging,' they usually deferred to him. After he repeatedly detained Wang Zhuo’s ships and cargo, his fame and influence soared.

In truth, Customs Chief Luo possessed sharp political instincts and initially did not support his son's actions. But Wang Zhuo's tactic of feigning weakness had paralyzed his judgment. Moreover, he could never have guessed that Qin Xue’s silence stemmed not from weakness, but from exasperation over Wang Zhuo's scandalous reputation—a genuine anger born of frustrated potential—while Wang Zhuo was deliberately building up energy to strike at the father and son duo, perhaps taking on the role of an underground hero eliminating a public scourge out of sheer boredom!

Gan Shuang and Qi Fei, though they didn't voice it to Wang Zhuo directly, had privately concluded that deep down, Wang Zhuo retained a grassroots sensibility and held utter disdain for people like Customs Chief Luo. This conflict could have been easily minimized or dissolved, yet he insisted on stirring things up—wasn't this just scratching the itch to play the role of an underground cop?

Some approved of Wang Zhuo's approach, while others objected. But the dissenting voices were swiftly silenced by Wang Zhuo one by one. What a joke—such an exciting and beneficial game absolutely could not be stopped!

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the summer vacation had passed. The Male Enhancement Serum was receiving rave reviews, and business was booming. The Big Shot ships were also slated for sea trials as scheduled, and negotiations for purchasing ultra-large second-hand cruise liners were proceeding apace.

The minor resistance from Customs had not derailed the momentum of the Dynasty Group. Influenced by the publicity surrounding the Male Enhancement Serum, sales of products like the Life Ark had seen substantial increases—a classic manifestation of the "brand effect" in business. One successful product acts as a lever, capable of driving synchronous growth across all products under the brand. People had come to recognize a simple truth: anything bearing the Dynasty hallmark was guaranteed to be premium—unrivaled in its field!

August 18th, an ordinary day. Wang Zhuo's current identity was the top BOSS of the Dynasty Group, yet, ironically, he was also an intern researcher in a small department within that very group. He was an intern researcher rather than a chief because, for paperwork purposes related to his school internship requirements, that was the designation filled in. Yesterday, he had whisked his relatives and friends off on the Xiangyun A380 for a holiday in Beihai Silver Beach, while he himself took a helicopter and returned secretly overnight to Jiangzhou to oversee the execution of a long-planned operation.

At nine in the morning, the weather was beginning to heat up, and a Pizza Hut delivery driver arrived at the Jiangdong Shoufu residential complex, passing easily through the main gate.

Jiangdong Shoufu was a mid-range complex with high-quality property management, but Gong Jun, disguised as a delivery person, was flawless in his attire, the electric scooter he used, and even the pizza box he carried. The security guards were hardly anti-terrorism troops and certainly didn't scrutinize things that closely, so Gong Jun gained entry smoothly.

Five minutes later, the high-frequency jammer he planted began to work, causing the video feed on half the monitors in the security room to dissolve into static. The guards immediately attributed this to equipment failure and called the installation company for repairs. Cheng Tiankun, monitoring the call, made a "thumbs up" signal to his comrades via the headset: "No one will be here before this afternoon."

Wang Zhuo, watching their every move from inside a refrigerated truck two kilometers away, felt the thrill of watching a live broadcast.

Gong Jun, alerted via his Bluetooth earpiece, leisurely returned, leaving behind only an inconspicuous paper ball draped over a cable wire near a corner of the complex wall. Hidden inside that paper ball was a small high-frequency jammer, its fine wire connected to a steel needle piercing the cable itself.

At 9:30 AM, the gate guards changed shifts. Zhang Shengnan, disguised as an elderly woman, used a copied resident access card to swipe through the security barrier, walking calmly past the security guard who was only on his third day of work. The security industry is highly susceptible to personnel turnover; many break-ins are linked to former guards. Zhang Shengnan exploited exactly this vulnerability—no one would suspect that a short, thin old lady could be a wall-phasing master, least of all a new guard.

"Uncle, we are good on our end," Cheng Tiankun informed Huang Hongbo through a heavily encrypted network intercom.

Thus, the Pizza Hut, which had experienced an inexplicable outage, finished its repairs and regained power. Electrician Huang Hongbo had successfully completed his first task.

Wall-phasing requires coming and going without a trace; they had already achieved the first step.

Huang Hongbo, codenamed "Uncle," soon departed from Pizza Hut. As he rode his scooter past the main gate of the Jiangdong Shoufu complex, the vehicle suddenly sputtered a few times and died. The electrician, feigning frustration, dismounted to troubleshoot his vehicle himself, pushing it under a large tree nearby. This provided him an opportunity to spot and report immediately if anyone from the Luo family happened to return unexpectedly!

Next, Gong Jun disguised himself as an uncle returning from a morning fishing trip and swaggered into the complex. This sight made Wang Zhuo chuckle, as the fishing rod bag Gong Jun was carrying held no rods at all, but rather a set of equipment specifically designed to defeat indoor infrared anti-theft alarm systems!

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