Delta: The First Person at the Peak

Chapter 325 Brahmins of Hangzhou

The light green Aston Martin slowly drove into the depths of Yunqi Rose Garden.

The ginkgo trees on both sides were trimmed straight and neat. The road became wider and quieter as you walked. The villas on both sides gradually became sparser, but the courtyard walls became higher and higher, and the courtyards became larger and larger.

The car rolled over the bluestone road, passed through the vermilion gate, and finally stopped in front of the screen wall of the first courtyard.

Chinese gardens emphasize a three-tiered layout, concealing the main structure within the garden.

Jiang Feng pushed open the door and got out of the car. There was no magnificent gold and jewels in his eyes, only an unyielding green that seemed to be splashed like ink.

Several century-old Podocarpus macrophyllus trees stand leaning against exquisite Taihu stones, while wintersweet blossoms in the corner are in full bloom, exuding a cool and delicate fragrance. Passing the screen wall, a koi pond comes into view, its water clear and cool, with red and gold koi swimming leisurely. A covered corridor runs around the pond, under which hang several sheepskin palace lanterns.

In Hangzhou, where land is incredibly valuable, being able to carve out nearly an acre of land to create such a landscaped courtyard, bringing the greenery of the entire mountain forest into one's own window, is the ultimate and most understated form of luxury.

The most expensive villas are undoubtedly those with Chinese gardens.

Even though Jiang Feng has never been particularly materialistic, he was still awestruck by the Chinese aesthetics before him.

Brahmins of Hangzhou.

This was the first word that popped into Jiang Feng's mind.

After witnessing all of this with his own eyes, Jiang Feng remained calm and composed.

He straightened his back, raised his hand to straighten the collar of his cashmere coat, smoothed out the last wrinkle with his fingertips, and followed Anke steadily inside.

The most degrading behavior for a man is to be timid in front of superiors, feel inferior in front of beautiful women, and act awkwardly in important situations.

Stage fright leads to defeat, nervousness leads to danger.

So what if he's rich? Jiang Feng has lived two lives and seen death; money is just a pile of numbers.

As soon as I stepped into the corridor, I heard footsteps coming from inside.

A beautiful woman came out, seemingly having heard the car. She was gentle and dignified, dressed in plain clothes.

Her eyebrows and eyes were seven-tenths similar to An Ke's, but she had a touch more gentleness and dignity that came with age. When she saw them, a warm smile immediately appeared on her face.

"Mom." Anke walked over quickly and took her arm.

"This is my club's partner, Jiang Feng."

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Jiang Feng." Jiang Feng bowed slightly, his tone polite yet respectful. "It's my first time visiting, I apologize for bothering you."

"What a spirited young man!" Mother An looked at Jiang Feng with gentle eyes, sizing him up and down, and said with a smile.

No wonder my daughter was moved.

This young man is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He has an open and honest look in his eyes, a pleasant voice, and is also talented.

She would have liked it even when she was younger.

There was no further pleasantries exchanged at the door.

Passing through the corridor, you arrive at the main hall, which maintains the style of modern Chinese architecture.

The main hall is bright and spacious, with a floor-to-ceiling window framing the bamboo forest behind the mountain as a huge expanse of green landscape.

Jiang Feng presented the ebony lacquered box with both hands: "Auntie, this is a small token of my appreciation for your first visit."

"You're too kind, child." Mother An smiled as she accepted the box, pausing slightly when her fingertips touched the golden peony on the box.

She was well-informed, and just by looking at the craftsmanship and weight of the lacquer box, she knew that the contents inside were not something that could be easily bought on the market.

Mother An didn't ask any further questions, but her smile deepened: "What an elegant thing, come in and sit down."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of laughter and chatter erupted from the main hall.

The hall was more lively than I had imagined. To the left of the sofa sat a tall, aloof young man, looking down at his phone.

On the right side of the sofa sat a woman in her early forties, lecturing a fair-skinned, long-haired young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Auntie, what are you doing here?" Anke was clearly taken aback.

"I came to see you, and I also wanted to show you my new film project."

Auntie affectionately grabbed Anke's arm and dragged her towards the tea room in the side hall without saying a word.

"Come on, take a look at the script, are you interested...?"

An Ke looked back at Jiang Feng, but was still dragged away.

The main hall immediately fell silent.

Jiang Feng stood still, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

As if sensing Jiang Feng's embarrassment, An's mother introduced them one by one: "This is An Ke's older brother, An You. This is An Ke's cousin, An Zuo."

An You put down his phone, stood up, and looked at Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng?" An You extended his hand, shaking it firmly. "My sister mentioned you. The gamer?"

"Yes, I do live streaming." Jiang Feng shook hands in return, his eyes open and honest.

When Anzu saw Jiang Feng, his slender eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to reach out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Anzo."

"As expected... it looks just as good as in the video."

An You watched as An Zuo's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything, glancing out the window:

"I'm sorry, my father is discussing some matters in his study upstairs and cannot come down to greet you at the moment."

"My whole family loves playing badminton."

"Do you play badminton? There's a court in the backyard. You're just sitting around anyway, why not get some exercise?"

As a guest, Jiang Feng did not refuse, as was his custom.

Sure enough, a standard plastic track was leveled in the backyard, next to which was a bamboo grove that rustled in the wind.

An-Yu is clearly a regular customer; his rackets are all made of professional carbon fiber.

He tossed Jiang Feng a spare racket, his tone somewhat casual:

"Let me start by saying I've been playing for ten years, I came from the school team. If you're not good enough, let's try something different."

Jiang Feng weighed the clapperboard in his hand and spoke the truth:

"I'm not very good at it, but I can give it a try."

"Let's begin."

An You didn't hold back and served a tricky quick serve right on the line for the first ball.

Jiang Feng reacted extremely quickly. His explosive power and dynamic vision, brought about by his excellent physical qualities, allowed him to barely return the ball, but his posture was stiff and the quality of his return was not high.

An-Yu easily spiked the ball, securing the first point.

"Again."

An You smiled slightly, looking at Jiang Feng's somewhat disheveled appearance, thinking to himself that as expected of an e-sports player, he was indeed not good at sports.

Weak backhand, poor forehand, and sloppy technique...

He accepted that his little darling had been kidnapped, but he needed to abuse her a bit to get revenge before he could feel at peace.

Jiang Feng swung his racket, but found it increasingly interesting.

Over the next few minutes, Jiang Feng's movements went from awkward to fluid, from clumsy to graceful.

An You's high serves are so precise that he can predict the landing point on his third step. His net shots are incredibly difficult to execute, with each save exceeding his usual limit.

Ten minutes into the game, Anyou realized something was wrong.

Jiang Feng's learning speed is astonishing.

Moreover, Jiang Feng's physical fitness is exceptionally good!

"Bang!"

The shuttlecock landed near An-you's feet, within the rules.

"..." An You gripped the racket, remained silent for two seconds, and a vein throbbed slightly on his forehead.

He's been playing for ten years, and he's actually being suppressed by someone who's only been playing for ten minutes?

On the sidelines, Anzo had already put down his phone.

He sat up straight from the moment Jiang Feng received the third ball.

His eyes were shining, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"Great shot! That was awesome!"

An You glared at An Zuo: "Which side are you on?"

"Beauty is justice. I'm on the side of justice!"

Anzo's eyes behind his glasses sparkled as his gaze lingered on Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng! Your physique is amazing! Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—you're a natural clothes hanger..."

Jiang Feng stood in front of the net, slightly out of breath, a smile playing on his lips.

Is this what a body with cheat codes looks like? Interesting...

He looked at An You, still wanting more: "Want to fight some more?"

An You slammed his racket on the ground and shook his head: "You win."

"Are you... really a gamer? How come your physical abilities are so good...?"

"They're exceptionally talented!"

Anzo held an unopened bottle of mineral water in his hand, with water droplets still clinging to the bottle.

He eagerly handed it over, his eyes shining as he stared at Jiang Feng, instinctively reaching out to wipe Jiang Feng's forehead with the towel in his hand.

"Oh dear, you're sweating so much..."

Jiang Feng reacted quickly. Seeing a grown man reach out to wipe his sweat, he narrowly dodged to the side.

Anzo, however, persisted, holding up his phone and pressing it against the wall again, his voice sticky and indistinct:

"Add me on WeChat, I also love playing badminton, and I really enjoy playing Delta Force!"

"And all my classmates in California know you; you're quite famous in America."

"Quick, let's take a picture together. I'll post it on Instagram and they'll be so jealous."

As he spoke, Anzuo held up his phone and pressed it against Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng frowned, pondering how to escape without causing a scene—

A thunderclap suddenly exploded from the ground!

"An! Zo!"

Before the words had even finished, Jiang Feng saw a blur before his eyes, and a figure rushed over in a flurry of activity.

It's an encore!

Anke returned at some point.

She kicked off her high heels, stepped barefoot onto the rubberized surface, and rushed over in three strides, delivering a perfectly executed aerial kick that landed squarely on Anzo's lower back.

That kick was fast and fierce, carrying tremendous force.

Anzo kicked him away.

Jiang Feng was stunned.

This is Taekwondo?