Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 264 The tank is just a chicken!}

It took a total of 14,000 counterattack points for Lin Yuan to upgrade both his speed and reaction to 200 points each.

Now, at this very moment, all of Lin Yuan's core attributes—strength, speed, reaction, charisma, and physique—had reached the 200-point milestone. It was a perfect balance, a moment of equilibrium that marked his evolution from extraordinary to nearly superhuman.

As the final points settled into place, Lin Yuan felt a wave of electric tingling race through his body. His muscles tightened involuntarily, and he trembled slightly from head to toe.

And then—it came.

An indescribable, euphoric sensation spread throughout his body, like an invisible current unlocking hidden reservoirs of power. It was as if every nerve had been awakened, his senses heightened to a sharp, almost painful clarity. The air around him felt crisper, the weight of his limbs lighter, and even the rhythm of his heartbeat felt more precise—more controlled.

It was the most exhilarating, refreshing feeling he had ever experienced in either of his lives. Beaten only by the euphoria of sex with very gorgeous women only.

So this… is what it means to evolve.

Of course, the sensation didn't last forever. Like a wave that crashes and retreats, the rush began to subside gradually until it completely faded away. But even then, Lin Yuan could still feel the lingering changes. His body had transformed—permanently.

Before this, Lin Yuan already possessed the ability to take on dozens of trained men in close combat without breaking a sweat. But now? Now he felt he could walk straight into a battlefield, face down five or six times that number, and still emerge without a single scratch.

If Ye Feng were a tank without tracks—heavy, powerful, but rigid and clumsy—then Lin Yuan was a modern aircraft carrier with a stealth system and nuclear propulsion.

Sure, that comparison might sound exaggerated to some, but Lin Yuan didn't care. Confidence was his foundation.

Even if Ye Feng were to fully awaken the power of his protagonist halo—even in his most buffed-up, peak condition—Lin Yuan believed he could crush him completely in near future.

A tank? In front of Lin Yuan, it was nothing but a giant roasted chicken.

He smirked at the thought.

Then, pulling open his system interface, he glanced at his current stats:

[Host: Lin Yuan]

[Counterattack Points: 4,000]

[Wealth Value: 17 Billion Yuan]

[Attributes]

[Strength: 200＋, Speed: 200＋, Reaction: 200＋, Charisma: 200＋, Physique: 200＋]

[Skills:]

[Medical Skills: Divine Level, Piano: Divine Level, Singing: Divine Level, Equestrianism: Divine Level, Fighting: Divine Level, Pistol: Divine Level, Sniping: Divine Level, Stocks: Advanced, Antique Appraisal: Advanced, Tai Chi: Advanced, Chess: Advanced, Car Skills: Intermediate, Violin: Intermediate, Calligraphy: Intermediate, English: Elementary,…]

[Favorability Panel:]

[Yan Ruyue: 80, Qiu Wanxi: 99, Qiao Siying: 0, Chi Qian: 12, Gui Qingtong: 94, Mei Yuxian: 82]

[Loyalty Panel:]

[Wang Ergou: 95, Shi Shengnan: 90, Chen Yu: 80]

[Fate Value:]

[Ye Feng: 680 (68% remaining)]

With all attributes now maxed at 200 points, Lin Yuan's body had become a finely tuned machine—each part harmonizing with the others in perfect coordination. He still had 4,000 counterattack points left, but he decided not to spend them just yet. It was better to reserve them for sudden opportunities or emergencies. After all, the right investment at the right moment could bring exponential returns.

At present, he also possessed several divine-level skills across a wide range of fields, giving him a terrifying edge not just in combat, but in business, culture, and daily life. Compared to his starting point when his soul first crossed into this world, the improvement was nothing short of miraculous—a complete transformation from top to bottom.

His counterattack against Ye Feng was also proceeding steadily. From the original 700, Ye Feng's fate value had already dropped to 680. While that might seem small, Lin Yuan knew that fate was a cumulative game. Every event, every decision had a ripple effect. His recent moves—intercepting Ye Feng's planned meeting with Jiang Rou and orchestrating the downfall of Chen Qu—had clearly caused a disruption in the protagonist's fate path.

Feeling satisfied, Lin Yuan locked the system panel and picked up his phone.

To test his upgraded speed and reaction time, he casually opened a few mini-games he used to play—simple ones like Piano Tiles and Fruit Ninja. With a few taps, he breezed through levels that used to require full concentration. Now, they posed no challenge. His fingers danced over the screen like lightning, and the system couldn't even keep up.

Full marks.

Again and again.

He chuckled. "These little games are useless now. Not even a warm-up."

Virtual tests weren't enough. Lin Yuan was eager to measure his progress in real combat. And as fate would have it, he already had a target lined up.

Wasn't he meeting Chi Qian later?

Perfect.

She might not be an enemy, but she was an excellent benchmark. Sparring with her would be the perfect opportunity to test the precision of his new body—his footwork, timing, perception. All of it.

A grin spread across Lin Yuan's lips as he imagined the possibilities. The actual confrontation later might be far from a life-and-death battle, but it would certainly be entertaining.

Turning off his phone, Lin Yuan got up, grabbed his keys, and walked toward his parked Lamborghini.

With a smooth motion, he opened the door, slid into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

The roar of the V12 echoed in the underground garage.

Without hesitation, he steered out of the parking lot and headed toward the Jiangbei First People's Hospital.

Lin Yuan carried two neatly packed meals—leftovers from the restaurant where he had dined earlier with Yan Ruyue. Each container was filled with warm, flavorful dishes and a few sweet desserts, still giving off a comforting aroma.

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As he reached the seventh floor of the hospital and stood in front of the ward door, he gently shook the takeout bags in his hand with a smile.

"Wanxi, come on. Time to eat," Lin Yuan called out softly.

The moment she laid eyes on him, Qiu Wanxi's face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds. A bright, delighted smile instantly blossomed on her face.

"Thank you, Young Master!" she said with a grateful tone, surprised yet thrilled to see him again so soon.

The hospital did provide standard meals for patients, but they were bland and barely edible. Lin Yuan knew this, so he had taken the time to pack extra food specifically for Qiu Wanxi. The restaurant he visited with Yan Ruyue was quite renowned, and the food was both rich in flavor and nutrition.

He didn't just bring the main course—there were desserts, seasonal fruits, and even some light soup, all carefully selected to please the palate and aid recovery.

Watching Lin Yuan bring so much delicious food for Qiu Wanxi stirred something in Jiang Rou, who was sitting nearby. A subtle wave of envy and a tinge of disappointment crossed her heart.

She couldn't help but be moved by Lin Yuan's considerate and warmhearted actions. Not only had he secured a private hospital room for Qiu Wanxi, but he also paid out of pocket to hire one of the best doctors in the region to perform her surgery. And now, even after all that, he took the time to bring her a proper meal and personally feed her.

He was the image of the ideal CEO—powerful, commanding, yet so gentle and thoughtful.

Jiang Rou found herself admiring him deeply, even as her heart quietly whispered the question she couldn't suppress: Why her? Why not me…?

Without saying a word, Lin Yuan sat by Qiu Wanxi's side and gently held her hand to keep her from moving. Just like he had done before, he began feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

Qiu Wanxi, shy yet happy, didn't refuse. She opened her mouth obediently and accepted every bite with a gentle smile on her lips.

Jiang Rou, meanwhile, found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable. Watching this intimate scene unfold right in front of her felt like her heart was being lightly pricked. She was tempted to interject, to voice some kind of objection—

"She just had surgery... she shouldn't be eating so much greasy food…"

But before she could form the words, Lin Yuan glanced her way with a calm smile.

"Doctor Jiang," he said casually, "would you like to eat with us? I brought an extra set for you. There's enough for everyone."

He raised the other meal pack in his hand and shook it gently.

Jiang Rou froze for half a second. Her pride as a doctor and her social etiquette wrestled with her sudden craving and emotional vulnerability. But the scent of the food was too tempting. Swallowing the saliva that had gathered in her mouth, she quickly stepped forward and accepted the meal.

In less than three minutes, the usually composed and elegant Jiang Rou had oil on the corners of her mouth, thoroughly enjoying every bite. She smiled up at Lin Yuan and exclaimed, "Mmm! This is so delicious!"

Qiu Wanxi couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Jiang Rou trying to maintain her graceful demeanor while clearly enjoying herself.

Then, Lin Yuan turned back to her. As she parted her lips slightly to receive the next bite, the tip of his chopsticks accidentally brushed against her soft, pink lips.

That subtle touch sent a shiver down her spine. Her face flushed red in an instant.

T-too much!

She lowered her head slightly and glanced toward Jiang Rou, who was still right there.

Qiu Wanxi's big, glistening eyes turned up toward Lin Yuan, as if silently scolding him. But Lin Yuan only smiled as if nothing had happened, acting with an ease that made her heart flutter even more.

After a few more bites, Lin Yuan took out several small packets from his pocket—golden throat lozenges—and placed them gently on the bedside table.

"If your throat starts hurting again, take one of these," he said while softly patting her head.

The moment she heard his words, her cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson.

Of course, she understood why he brought those… It was because of what happened that morning. Her throat had gotten a little sore.

But it was fine—after all, she didn't realize that Jiang Rou already knew what had happened earlier.

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