"Hold on everyone! Are you all ready to take advantage of the situation and ignore the law?" The short, stout man and the tall, slender one looked around to see a handsome young man suddenly standing before them, his posture resolute and determined to defend justice. "Hear me out, you young upstart! If you're wise, step aside! If not, I'll have you dead!" The stout man held his dagger firmly, glaring fiercely at Gao Liang. Nan Gong Yan turned to see him arrive—she was both surprised and delighted. He had come! Yet, a sense of concern lingered—after all, these were two formidable thugs. Gao Liang, though well-dressed and handsome, was no towering warrior, and to face two such determined and aggressive assailants seemed daunting. Yet Gao Liang showed no signs of fear. With unwavering determination, he declared, "Get the wallet back to her immediately!" "You're either refusing to drink the wine or you're going to drink the bitter medicine—today, I'm making you pay!" The stout man's face grew stern. "Kid, if you clean up the spit I've scattered on the ground and call us 'uncles,' we'll let you go! Otherwise, don't blame us for being a bit sharp with our hands!" The tall, lean guy blew a stream of spit right at the tip of Gao Liang's shoe, looking full of swagger. Gao Liang showed no fear at all. With firm conviction, he declared, "You won't get away with it!" As soon as he spoke, the short, stocky and the tall, lean guy moved in—one on each side, encircling Gao Liang. The short one held a dagger aloft, while the tall one drew a iron rod from his waist and charged at Gao Liang. Gao Liang had trained in Li Ling Jones' Chinese martial arts, and his body had changed significantly since then—stronger, more agile, with quicker reflexes. Even when the dagger and the iron rod came at him, he managed to skillfully dodge and evade. The two thugs missed their attacks and were furious, so they launched a fresh, furious assault. This time, it was much faster and more intense—Gao Liang found himself unable to keep up. Highlighted stood there barehanded, which made the beautiful girl quite concerned. Indeed, with a sharp tearing sound, a large section of Highlight's outer coat was slashed off by the dagger, revealing his solid muscles. "Thwack!" The iron staff struck hard against Highlight's abdomen, and he absorbed the impact with firm resistance. Nangong Yan gasped in surprise. She had expected Highlight to fall, as such scenes were all too common—anyone subjected to such forceful blows from an iron staff would surely be overwhelmed. Yet Highlight remained as if nothing had happened, merely trembling slightly throughout his body, without even a murmur. The two thugs stood dumbfounded. What on earth was going on? They had never seen anyone withstand such force from a staff attack. As they stared, Highlight launched a powerful punch. "Ah!" It landed squarely on the shorter, stockier man's right eye, sending him spinning like a top. The man collapsed, his head striking a stone with a dull thud, and immediately began bleeding profusely, crying out in pain. At the same time, Gao Liang launched a powerful, unstoppable series of leg attacks, landing a decisive blow to the waist of the tall and slender man. The tall man’s iron staff clattered to the ground with a loud sound, and he cried out, "Ouch!" as he collapsed to the ground, precisely colliding face-to-face with the shorter, stockier man. Their faces collided, spilling blood. "Who's the boss here?" Gao Liang clenched his fists tightly. "You—you're the boss!" the shorter, stockier man cried out in fear. "No, no—it's me, Grandpa!" the tall man quickly corrected himself, desperately hoping Gao Liang wouldn't kick him again in the waist. Both men trembled with fear, and Gao Liang had no time to attend to them personally. He simply said, "Next time you two act up—I won't let you off!" The two assailants pleaded, "We're sorry! We're sorry!" and then, without looking back, they dropped their wallets, ignored their pain, and stumbled forward, dreading that Gao Liang would catch up and claim their lives. Nangong Yan looked at Gao Liang with deep gratitude and said, "Gao Liang, I'm truly grateful for saving me!" "This society is so corrupt—there are all sorts of strange people. Miss Nangong, from now on, please try to stay indoors, especially in the evenings!" Gao Liang's words unexpectedly moved Nangong Yan deeply. While trying to start the engine, Gao Liang found it wouldn't start and began carefully inspecting the issue. Being familiar with the structure of race cars and having taken a minor course in automotive electronic and information engineering at Stanford University, Gao Liang was very well-versed in this particular model he had driven before. In no time, he identified the problem: a relay had been struck by a stone from the uneven road surface, causing its contacts to crack—requiring a new relay to be installed. "Miss Nangong, do you have a spare relay here? This one is now damaged!" Gao Liang said as he spoke, shaking his head in hesitation—how could he possibly ask Nangong Yan for one? The company didn't even have one! Only the original U.S. manufacturer carried this type. What should he do now? With no new relay available, Nan Gong Yan grew increasingly anxious. At that moment, her phone rang, and a voice on the other end urged her: "Daughter, where are you? Come back quickly!" "Woo-woo-woo!" Nan Gong Yan was so overwhelmed she was nearly crying, and High Guang noticed this, his own heart racing with concern. "I'm so unlucky—today is my father's 45th birthday, and I can't make it back in time to attend the celebration!" Nan Gong Yan began to cry. "Nan Gong Yan, don't worry—let me think of something!" High Guang comforted her. At that moment, a light flashed in his eyes—he had actually come up with a solution. Didn't Old Zhi have Chinese kung fu? Ha! This relay is cracked, isn't it? Old Zhi can fix it using the internal strength of Li Lianhong's Chinese kung fu, allowing the cracked sections to align perfectly. The idea formed instantly, and he acted right away. Holding the cracked relay in each hand, he pressed and squeezed the two halves together. "Ah!" High Guang was drenched in sweat! Nan Gong Yan wiped Nan Gong's sweat with her handkerchief. As the beautiful woman watched him perform Chinese kung fu, her bright eyes followed his strong arms, observing how the cracked relay sections kept seamlessly aligning. She gasped, "Wow! Gao Liang, I never thought it would work so well—especially so perfectly!" Under Nan Gong Yan's admiration, Gao Liang successfully installed the relay onto the Sallen S7 vehicle, which soon started up smoothly. "Wow! That's amazing!" Nan Gong Yan exclaimed. The silver-gray race car surged forward like a ribbon of light. At an intersection, Gao Liang signaled to turn away, but Nan Gong Yan pulled him back, saying, "Today is my father's birthday. I'd like you to come with me!" "Congratulations, Ms. Nan Gong!" Gao Liang smiled sincerely. Just then, his phone rang again—another client's call. He glanced at it and said to Nan Gong Yan, "I'm truly sorry, but I have another matter to attend to." "Oh!" Nangong Yan didn't show any clear displeasure, but she thought to herself: She had never been rejected by a man before. How many wealthy young gentlemen from elite families had pursued her, only for her to decline? Yet Gao Liang, though busy with client matters, seemed completely indifferent to her. Was it perhaps because she wasn't beautiful? No—she was a well-known affluent young lady from Hanhai City, the daughter of the chairman of Tianlong Real Estate, a leading real estate developer. Currently serving at the Tianlong Real Estate headquarters, she oversees human resources and planning departments, a dynamic and accomplished young business manager. As for Tianlong Real Estate, it is a household name in China, having developed and constructed large-scale infrastructure projects, residential communities, building decoration, and landscaping initiatives in numerous cities, and successfully completed many landmark projects, achieving outstanding accomplishments. Tianlong Real Estate's headquarters are in Hanshai, China, with branches across the country and listed operations overseas. As a large-scale corporate group, it generates annual revenues exceeding 100 billion RMB. Father Nangong Hai is a highly influential figure in the real estate industry, widely recognized as the "God of Operations." His business journey is nothing short of a legend. After graduating from high school, he went to France to work and study independently, mastering European real estate practices. He then began developing new real estate products, with distinctive architectural designs that required deep dedication and innovation. His focus on creating a high quality living environment and his creative vision earned him widespread acclaim from clients. As his real estate company in France grew, he eventually returned to China, establishing the Tianlong Real Estate Group. His technical expertise, managerial skills, and strong business acumen ultimately made Nangong Hai a true real estate magnate and a commercial king.