Chapter 46

When Zeng Man was at a loss for how to answer Liang Xiaolin's question, Ferren arrived in his 550 with a roar.

"Hey? Zeng Man, why are you at my doorstep?" Ferren asked in surprise, glancing at Liang Xiaolin, "This is... why do you look so familiar?"

Liang Xiaolin, taken aback, said, "Big Brother Fei, it's me! Don't you recognize me?"

"You're Liang... Liang what Lin?" Ferren really couldn't remember the name of the girl in front of him. It wasn't that his memory was bad, but he didn't consider Liang Xiaolin, or even her brother and sister, to be important figures, or even ordinary friends. For such people, remembering a surname was enough; there was no need to waste brain cells. It was like how users regularly clear out some junk files or unimportant files from their computer hard drives.

"Liang—Xiao—Lin—" Liang Xiaolin almost died of anger at Ferren's indifference, gritting her back teeth as she said her name. Zeng Man, however, was covering her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.

Ferren also felt a bit awkward, scratching his nose and said, "The last time I saw you, your face was barely better than a ghost's. If it weren't for your voice, I wouldn't dare to match such an elegant name as Liang Xiaolin to you!"

Hearing Ferren's flattery, Liang Xiaolin's face turned red, and she said in a low voice, "Big Brother Fei, I'm not as good as you say!"

Indeed, at this moment, Liang Xiaolin was just a pretty girl. Although her face bore a six or seven-tenths resemblance to her older sister, whom Ferren had once saved, her demeanor was far different. She wasn't the kind of quiet and elegant girl Ferren appreciated. However, when it came to flattering girls, one had to do it: "How can you not be good? Don't believe me? Ask Zeng Man!"

Thus, Zeng Man, who had been giggling, was caught in the crossfire. Although she had chatted with Liang Xiaolin all night at the bar, Zeng Man, who hadn't fully figured out her background, had to follow Ferren's lead and flatter her: "Xiao Lin, I'm not exaggerating at all. You are a beauty in the making."

Being a young girl, Liang Xiaolin believed them both and was delighted. Seeing that she wasn't going to continue the topic, Ferren quickly called for Xingzi to open the gate and let the two girls into the yard.

"Wow, Big Brother Fei, your yard is much bigger than mine!" The garden, illuminated by various lights, left Liang Xiaolin in awe, and she had already forgotten the previous topic.

Ferren parked the car, deliberately lagging behind with Zeng Man, and said, "Say, why are you here?"

Zeng Man shot him a glare and said, "Your bed is comfortable, can't I come over to stay?"

"Rubbish, this isn't a five-star hotel," Ferren said irritably, "Besides, even if it were a five-star hotel, the price here would be over ten thousand dollars a night. Can you afford it with your salary?"

"Just talking, I'll leave in a bit, see how anxious you are!" Zeng Man said with a dismissive sneer.

Ferren didn't pay attention to Zeng Man's expression and waved his hand, "Forget it, the weather forecast says it will rain at midnight. It's hard to get a taxi here, and if you go back too late, you might run into a rain night butcher."

Zeng Man's face turned pale, and she cursed, "Butcher you, big head ghost, even if there is a butcher, it would be you in disguise!"

Ferren joked, "What? Can't wait to throw yourself at me?"

"Get lost!" Zeng Man spat at him and hurried into the villa with her head down.

At this moment, Liang Xiaolin, who had finished her quick tour, came over and asked curiously, "Big Brother Fei, what were you talking about? Why is Sister Man's face so red?"

Ferren lied, "We were talking about Cheers. You went to the bar, right? She's tipsy, that's why her face is red." After saying this, he ignored Liang Xiaolin and went straight into the villa.

Liang Xiaolin, looking at Ferren's retreating back, scratched her head and said, "That's not right. I'm underage, and Sister Man ordered juice to accompany me. How could she be tipsy? Did she sneak a drink in the bathroom?" She didn't doubt Ferren's words at all.

Once inside the villa, Liang Xiaolin was amazed again. The walls were decorated with many oil paintings and ink paintings. Zeng Man didn't know much about art, but Liang Xiaolin, who had grown up with art, did.

"Wow, this painting can't be a genuine Tang Bohu, can it?"

"Ah, this 'Starry Night' looks so much like the one in the Museum of Modern Art in New York!"

"And this one..."

Listening to Liang Xiaolin's comments, Zeng Man was speechless. Ferren, however, didn't care much and had Xingzi bring out some late-night snacks, shouting, "Stop looking, those paintings are just copies I made to fill the walls. Come eat!"

"What? All these are painted by Big Brother Fei? No way, they look too real." Liang Xiaolin ran to the table and sat down, "It seems Big Brother Fei is quite talented! By the way, Sister Man and I heard someone playing your song at the Kuran Bar. It was a masterpiece. How about we form a band? We could definitely become famous in Hong Kong and Kowloon!"

"Form a band?!" Facing Liang Xiaolin's whimsical idea, Ferren was speechless, "I'm not interested!"

Liang Xiaolin, who seemed to have anticipated this, quickly suggested, "Then after we finish the snacks, let's all go sing karaoke. That should be fine, right?"

"No, I have other things to do!" Ferren flatly refused, "If you really want to sing, have Xingzi drive you to No. 85 to sing, and you can stay there. Just don't disturb me!"

It must be said that during the Asian financial crisis, property prices in Hong Kong and Kowloon plummeted. Ferren, who had made a fortune from Southeast Asia, took the opportunity to buy a large number of properties on Hong Kong Island. Unfortunately, the luxury homes in the southern part of Hong Kong Island, such as Deep Water Bay and Shallow Water Bay, were all owned by wealthy people who wouldn't sell. In the end, Ferren had to spend a lot of money to finally acquire No. 86 and then asked the Li family to help him buy No. 85.

"No. 85?" Zeng Man and Liang Xiaolin were both stunned, "You mean the nearby No. 85 villa is also your property?"

"Of course! If it weren't mine, would I ask you to go there to guard the gate?" Ferren put down his bowl and went upstairs to practice the Xuanjin Gong.

After Ferren disappeared upstairs, Liang Xiaolin immediately exclaimed, "Wow, Big Brother Fei is really rich!"

Zeng Man nodded slightly but wasn't particularly surprised. After all, if the maids used cosmetics worth 200,000 to 300,000, how rich must the owner be?

After that, the two girls didn't go to sing karaoke. They watched a movie in the home theater and then went to bed.

The next morning, during breakfast, Ferren met the two pretty girls without makeup and, as usual, had Xingzi bring new makeup bags.

"Wow, this is an LV limited edition makeup bag!" Liang Xiaolin immediately recognized it as genuine and wouldn't let go of the bag.

Ferren smiled, "If you like it, after you and Zeng Man finish your makeup, I'll give it to you!"

Zeng Man, who had been holding back, almost died of anger when she heard this, regretting it deeply.

After breakfast, the two girls rushed off to work and school. Since there were three people, Ferren had to drive out the Bentley Brooklands that the previous owner of the villa had sold along with the house. Fortunately, this white Bentley had been kept in the garage since the previous owner bought it, and the odometer showed less than fifty kilometers.

"Wow, a 92 version Bentley!" Liang Xiaolin, holding the easily obtained makeup bag, exclaimed again.

"That's right, it's a 92 version," Ferren said casually as he got into the driver's seat, "But it was produced in 97, so it's still new!"

Liang Xiaolin, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at the odometer, "It's indeed very new, hasn't been driven much!"

"Rich people are different. A car worth a few million is just a decoration in the garage," Zeng Man, with empty hands, said with a sneer.

Ferren smelled the jealousy in her words, scratched his nose, and didn't dare to respond. He started the car and drove out of the estate.

After taking a few detours to drop off Zeng Man and Liang Xiaolin, Ferren hurried to Fanling.

Fortunately, he left early. When Ferren parked the car and entered the SDU headquarters building, there was still nearly an hour before work started.

Since he had eaten breakfast at home, Ferren didn't go to the cafeteria but took the elevator to the gym. To his surprise, many of the Special Tactical Unit (STU) members were already there.

"Good morning, Sir!"

"Good morning, Sir Fei!"

"Morning, Sir Fei!"

The STU members greeted Ferren one after another.

Ferren smiled, "Good morning, everyone looks very energetic!"

"It's all thanks to Sir Fei's guidance!" the STU members said in unison.

At this moment, Ji Mozhi, who was sparring with another colleague on the ring, stopped after his opponent raised his hand in surrender. He said, "Sir Fei, how about a few rounds? It would be good to teach them a lesson!" He pointed to the team members with his gloved hand.

It must be said that Ferren, with his impressive physical strength and secret techniques, was about to teach the STU members how to use a gun. However, the STU members were never easily convinced and didn't believe Ferren was good at everything. So they took this opportunity to test his skills.

Ferren smiled calmly, "No need to get on the ring. I'll show you a simple move. If anyone thinks they can beat me, we can have a match, okay?"

"Agreed!" "Agreed!" "Agreed!"

The STU members all agreed.

Ferren didn't say anything more, signaling everyone to be quiet. He walked to the human-sized leather punching bag and suddenly kicked it with a low sweep.

"Bang!"

A sound louder than a gunshot echoed in the gym.

"Wow—"

The bottom of the human-sized punching bag was kicked open, and the sand inside quickly spilled out. Everyone who saw this was instantly petrified, their eyes wide in shock.

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