187: Chapter 187 You need to eat well before you can work, and you need to work well after you've eaten well.

Throughout the entire afternoon, a hardcore drama titled "Human Bulldozer" was being staged in the courtyard of Villa No. 8 in Imperial View Bay.

Wang Fugui alone managed to achieve the efficiency of a reinforced company. He stripped the half-person-high wild grass bare, uprooted the withered landscape trees, smashed that obstructive rockery into rubble, and even cleaned the abandoned swimming pool until it shone like a mirror.

But the price behind this efficiency was a staggering consumption of fuel.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The luxurious long European-style dining table on the first floor of the villa now looked like a disaster relief site.

Ten catties of braised beef, five glistening roast ducks, a basin of wobbling braised pork, and a pot of rice served directly in a stainless steel basin were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Fugui sat in the head seat, eating with quite a heroic flair. He didn't care for any knife-and-fork etiquette; he grabbed a fist-sized piece of braised pork with his large hand, and with a single opening and closing of his mouth, the meat slid down his throat without him even appearing to chew.

Gulp.

The three sat opposite him, not even daring to move their chopsticks.

As they watched Wang Fugui's seemingly bottomless stomach, a shiver born of biological instinct quietly crept up their spines.

According to the law of conservation of energy, consuming so much high-calorie food would definitely transform into more than just the strength to move bricks, given Wang Fugui's abnormal physique.

"Sister Yun..." Lin Xiaocao gently kicked Chen Yun's high heels under the table, her small face pale and her voice trembling. "That beef... did we buy too much? That stuff is really nourishing..."

Chen Yun's eyes twitched frantically as she stared at the beef plate, which was already nearly empty. She felt like dying. "I thought he'd be tired from working and needed to nourish his body. Who knew this guy was like a Taotie... We're done for now. It's BBQ'd."

Scorpion, however, feigned composure. Although the chopsticks in her hand were trembling slightly, she remained stubborn. "What's there to fear? I've undergone targeted pressure resistance training; my physical reserves are twice that of an ordinary person. Tonight... I'll hold the line."

Just as she finished speaking, Wang Fugui let out an earth-shattering burp.

"Refreshing!"

He put down the duck leg bone, which had been sucked clean and shiny, and patted his slightly bulging belly with satisfaction.

As that high-energy dinner settled in his stomach, the heat he had expended during the day surged back like an ignited gasoline barrel, returning in an even more violent and irrational manner.

Even across the two-meter-wide dining table, the three women could clearly feel a wave of heat rushing toward them.

Wang Fugui's skin began to take on a dull reddish hue, a sign that his blood circulation had reached its extreme limit. His eyes, which were originally simple and honest, now glinted with a soul-stirring light—the undisguised primal pressure radiated by a top predator when its essence, energy, and spirit reached their peak.

In the air, that unique scent—a mix of masculine sweat and the smell of sun-baked skin—instantly became ten times more intense.

"Full?" Chen Yun put down her water glass, her throat feeling dry.

"I'm full, but..." Wang Fugui cracked his neck, his cervical vertebrae making several loud pops that made one's scalp tingle. "My body feels restless, like there's a fire burning. Is the air conditioning in here broken? Why is it so hot?"

Broken, my foot! The central air conditioning was set to 16 degrees, with cold air blowing so hard it could give someone a cold. The one who was hot was you, you human nuclear reactor!

Wang Fugui stood up abruptly.

In that instant, a massive dark shadow was cast upon the wall, the sense of oppression reaching its limit, like an ancient beast that had just awakened.

"I'm gonna go take a cold shower to cool down."

As Wang Fugui spoke, he tugged at his collar and headed upstairs. With every step he took, his heavy footsteps seemed to land on the beat of the three women's hearts—thump, thump, thump...

Once the sound of rushing water from the second-floor bathroom began, the three women downstairs looked at each other, the atmosphere as solemn as a war council.

"What do we do?" Chen Yun took a deep breath and straightened the collar of her silk nightgown. "With the way things look tonight, I'll probably lose half my life too. Scorpion, since you made that pledge, you go first."

Half an hour later, the master bedroom.

The previous owner of the villa had left behind a massive round bed, large enough for four or five people to roll around on.

Wang Fugui emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, steam rising from his body. His skin was red and hot to the touch, and every muscle was like a piece of inflated steel—rock hard.

Scorpion was already waiting by the bed.

She wasn't wearing her usual brisk sportswear; instead, she had changed into a tight-fitting black satin nightgown. The exquisite curves sculpted by years of training were perfectly outlined, exuding a charm that blended softness with strength under the lights.

"Brother Fugui, let me give you a massage to relax your muscles." Scorpion took a deep breath and took the initiative to approach him.

This was her tactic—using softness to overcome hardness, seizing the initiative.

However, the moment her fingertips touched Wang Fugui's shoulder, she knew she was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

That wasn't a body temperature a human should have at all; it was like a freshly forged branding iron! It was so hot that her fingertips recoiled.

"Little sister, why are your hands so cold?"

Wang Fugui muttered, his heavy breath fanning over Scorpion's face, carrying an intense scent that made her head swim.

The next second, the world spun.

This night, Villa No. 8 in Imperial View Bay was destined to be a sleepless one.

The so-called "pressure resistance training" quickly proved inadequate in the face of Wang Fugui's inexhaustible and boundless brute force.

In the hallway outside the door.

Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao listened to the sounds from within, their faces turning from pale to red, then red to pale again. The sounds were filled with extreme restraint, but they were also too... unsettling.

"This isn't 'resting because he's tired from work' at all; this is clearly 'fully charged and needing to discharge'!"

Chen Yun sighed helplessly and tightened the sash of her nightgown, masking her racing heart. "This silly boy really doesn't know how to hold back at all."

She looked back at Lin Xiaocao, who was equally flushed. "Are you ready? The third one can't hold out anymore; we have to go in and save her. Otherwise, our house will have one less bodyguard and one more patient tomorrow."

Lin Xiaocao bit her lip, her eyes showing both fear of that brute force and, more so, a determination like a moth to a flame. She nodded and reached out to push open the door that seemed to lead into a furnace.

The moment the door opened, a wave of heat rolled out, mixed with a unique scent that made one's face flush.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight spilled into the courtyard.

As the milk delivery boy cycled past Villa No. 8, he faintly heard a vigorous and refreshed shout from within:

"Everyone move! Don't stop me! I feel like I'm bursting with energy—I could eat three more huge bowls of rice!"

Following that were the sleepy, exhausted, and somewhat helpless whispers of several women, as if they had just spent the entire night tending to this over-energetic fellow.

The boy's foot slipped, and he nearly rode his bike into the ditch. He shook his head, sighing with a mix of envy and confusion, "Rich people really know how to have fun. Starting vocal exercises so early in the morning... their health must be truly great..."