The Landlord's Idiot Son

Outside the car dealership, Lin Qiye reluctantly followed Wang Quan. "Didn't you say we were going to train?" he asked irritably.

"What kind of training can we do at a dealership?"

"Don't tell me we're practicing sales pitches to sell cars!"

"You're hopeless. I'm going back to the captain!"

When Wang Quan remained silent, Lin Qiye decided to make a run for it. But the moment he turned around, a hand pressed down on his shoulder, pinning him completely in place.

"Don't leave. We're picking someone up first today. I'll show you a bit of the world!"

"But now that I've got money, I'm getting myself a car first!"

"Can't we ride rental bikes?" Lin Qiye glared at Wang Quan, cursing inwardly, A nouveau riche. A total damn nouveau riche. Pah!

A short while later, a black Maybach S shot out of the dealership and headed straight for the airport.

Wang Quan held the steering wheel with one hand, leisurely humming a tune. A rather dated DJ track filled the car, while Lin Qiye sat in the passenger seat looking thoroughly disgusted.

The next second, his pupils contracted sharply. At a loss, he clutched his seat belt with both hands and shouted, "Car, car, car! There's a fucking car in front of us! We're going to crash!"

Indeed, Wang Quan's newly purchased Maybach S had already closed well beyond a safe following distance.

With a collision imminent, Lin Qiye realized this idiot still had his foot on the fucking accelerator. The roar of the engine sent his heart pounding faster and faster.

Then something bizarre happened.

The Maybach turned intangible and passed straight through the car ahead. On an ordinary road, it had already reached two hundred miles an hour.

From a distance, a silver streak swept down the lane, leaving a long trail behind it. The cameras couldn't capture it, and the speed detectors couldn't register it.

Outside the airport, Lin Qiye couldn't care less about the luxury car. He kicked the door open and sprinted toward the restroom.

A short while later, he returned to Wang Quan's side, his face pale. He had nearly thrown up his stomach.

"You damn white-haired bastard! You absolutely did that on purpose!"

"Fuck!"

"If you want me dead, just say so!"

"Hey, calm down, calm down!" Wang Quan tried to soothe him while wolfing down a chocolate matcha cake. "How was that training?"

Lin Qiye: "???"

"What kind of training was that?"

"Endurance, reflexes, stamina..." Wang Quan rattled off a whole list. Lin Qiye strongly suspected he was talking out of his ass.

"Especially your mindset!"

"Remember, no matter what situation you're in..."

At this point, Wang Quan swallowed the last bite of cake. "You have to stay calm!"

"Staying calm can keep you alive when you face a Mystery!"

Smiling, he tossed Lin Qiye a strawberry lollipop.

As for how he had come up with this training, a certain white-haired fellow who preferred to remain anonymous said, "You fly even faster than that when a Mystery smacks you away."

"Ugh!"

"You actually have a point, damn it. Fine!"

Lin Qiye let out a long sigh and slumped helplessly onto a bench. He unwrapped the lollipop and took a taste. His eyes instantly lit up.

This candy,

it was so strange.

It tasted fantastic, just like eating fresh strawberries, with a rich, creamy flavor.

"Where did you buy this candy?"

"It's custom-made. Ten thousand yuan each, and it restores stamina too."

"Holy shit!" Lin Qiye's entire worldview was about to collapse. Ten thousand yuan for one lollipop? Was this how rich people lived?

"If you like them, here!"

Wang Quan reached into his pocket and stuffed a handful into Lin Qiye's hands. There looked to be seven or eight.

"No, no, no. I don't want any more!"

Knowing how much the lollipops cost, he felt terribly embarrassed.

"It's fine!" Wang Quan crossed his legs and waved casually, his gaze turning toward the airport exit.

"Oh, right. How about calling me Master? I did train you, after all!"

"No!" Lin Qiye turned his head away. This guy was barely older than him. Calling him Master just felt weird.

"You definitely won't lose out by calling me Master. If anyone bullies you, just give them my name. I guarantee you'll be safe."

"I'm not bragging, but in our line of work, the White Reaper's name isn't merely illustrious. It's downright legendary."

Lin Qiye: "..."

Wasn't that the same thing?

That stinking white-haired bastard really knew how to show off.

Pah!

What Lin Qiye didn't notice was that Wang Quan had changed the subject, keeping him from dwelling on the lollipops.

"By the way, who are we picking up?"

"The young master of the Baili family, Baili Tu Ming. He's about your age," Wang Quan replied.

Just as he finished speaking, dozens of burly men in black suits emerged from the airport exit, their expressions stern and their guard up.

"Wh... which celebrity is this?"

"Isn't that way too many guards?"

"And isn't this a bit too flashy?" Lin Qiye complained.

Just as he had said, the security entourage had drawn most of the gazes outside the airport.

The corners of Wang Quan's mouth lifted, and his words carried a deeper meaning. "Interesting!"

A moment later, a chubby young man in loose casual clothes walked out of the airport, surrounded by the crowd. Another dozen or so guards followed him, pulling suitcases.

"Little Qiye, the guy we're waiting for is here!"

"Whoa, it's that fat guy swaggering around?" Lin Qiye was dumbfounded, but quickly noticed something wrong. "You took a bodyguard job. If they hired someone as strong as you to protect him, that means the chubby guy's in serious danger."

"If that's the case, isn't being this conspicuous just asking to get killed?"

Wang Quan rapped Lin Qiye on the head and snapped, "I'm not a security guard. That's way too low-class for me."

The chubby young man looked around and soon spotted Wang Quan.

His face immediately lit up. He waved excitedly from afar and called, "Brother Quan! Long time no see! I've missed you loads!"

That fluent Guangshen dialect marked him as a longtime Guangshen local.

"Chubby, long time no see!" Wang Quan spread his arms and strode over to give him a hug, only to be stopped by a bodyguard.

Before Wang Quan could speak, the chubby young man kicked the bodyguard aside and cursed, "Fuck your mother! Brother Quan isn't a bad guy!"

"Brother Quan, the new guy doesn't know you. Don't take it personally!" The chubby young man scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's fine!"

"Hahaha, I knew it! Brother Quan's a generous guy!"

Soon, the chubby young man noticed Lin Qiye. He glanced at Wang Quan and asked, "Who's this gentleman?"

"My disciple, Lin Qiye. He's a local!" Wang Quan blurted it out without caring whether Lin Qiye agreed. After all, bragging that his disciple was a God's Agent would really make him look good.

"You damn white-haired bastard, I'm not your disciple!" Lin Qiye glared at Wang Quan.

"Wow!"

"Brother Qiye, you're amazing! You're actually Brother Quan's disciple. You've got my admiration!"

"Nice to meet you. My name's Baili Tu Ming. If that's a mouthful, just call me Tu Ming. Of course, Pangpang works too. Sounds friendlier!"

The chubby young man's easy familiarity left Lin Qiye somewhat bewildered. Weren't the young masters of such powerful families supposed to be arrogant, domineering, and completely lawless?

"Hello, I'm Lin Qiye!"

"Hahaha, nice to meet you! Let's be friends!"

"I brought a few local specialties. I wonder if they're to your liking, Brother Qiye?"

As he spoke, Baili Pangpang waved to the men behind him. One of the burly men stepped forward with a suitcase. When he unzipped it, the sight nearly blinded Lin Qiye.

At that moment, he froze completely, as though every wrinkle in his brain had been ironed flat.

For some reason, a classic phrase came to mind:

The landlord's idiot son!