Chapter 701: Foot on Flaming Wheels — Looking Cool for No Reason, Right?!

Maybe that skateboard was some child’s treasured possession.

If there had been any other option, Wang Yun wouldn’t have taken it either. But with the skateboard under his feet, the difference was obvious. His movements grew lighter, smoother, more fluid.

Following the inspectors’ vehicles suddenly became far more effortless.

He rode without haste or panic, controlling the board with steady precision, always keeping himself at just the right distance from the inspectors’ cars. Not too close, not too far.

Every time they reached a turn, Wang Yun would always arrive first. He would stop and wait at the mouth of the alley, crouched in the shadows, until he saw the inspectors’ cars enter the correct road.

Then he would resume.

Unhurried, unflustered. He’d shadow them again, overtake them at the next corner, and wait once more.

Spot the cars again, continue following.

Round after round, the cycle repeated.

A whole routine, executed by Wang Yun as smoothly as flowing water, and somehow, it even had a kind of showmanship to it.

No doubt about it: Wang Yun was still the same Wang Yun people knew.

The livestream audience was once again struck dumb.

They hadn’t even come down yet from the thrill of watching Big Brother’s superhuman parkour display, and now, in the blink of an eye, there he was again, stepping onto a skateboard he hadn’t used in ages, showing off all kinds of new tricks.

Just when the viewers’ admiration for him had reached its peak, they saw Wang Yun casually trailing behind the inspectors’ cars, drifting along at that same not-too-close, not-too-far distance like he was on holiday. Carefree. Leisurely.

And in an instant, the comments shifted from reverent awe to nonstop roasting.

“I suspect Big Brother is showing off again, although I have no proof!”

“Proof? He doesn’t need proof. The truth is, Big Brother doesn’t even have to try. Just standing there, he’s already a show, the highest class of show!”

“The way he slipped those bills under the door before taking the skateboard, that melted me. Big Brother, how can you be so warm? I want you as my husband!”

“Yeah, keep dreaming, girl. Wash your face and go to bed, everything’s free in your dreams!”

“What’s Big Brother trying to do here? Everyone else hides the second they see inspectors, the farther away, the better!”

“And yet Big Brother is heading straight toward them. Is he planning to mooch dinner off the inspectors or something?”

“Stop trying to guess Big Brother’s thoughts. You won’t. You can’t!”

“Am I the only one who thinks he’s trying to find the inspectors’ base so he can wipe them all out in one strike?”

“Yeah, no. Even I think that’s impossible. Maybe I just drank too much tonight. Don’t mind me, don’t take it seriously, haha…”

The audience’s speculation flew in every direction, no two takes the same.

Meanwhile, Wang Yun tailed the convoy all the way until, finally, at a building that looked like some kind of neighborhood office, the inspectors’ vehicles rolled to a stop.

Wang Yun let out a breath of relief.

He scooped the skateboard up into his hand, flipped it over, and pressed his fingers against the wheels.

They were burning hot.

“Good thing we’ve arrived,” he muttered under his breath. “Any longer and these wheels would’ve been spitting sparks.”

The livestream audience caught that little complaint, and the chat instantly filled with laughter.

“Spitting sparks? What is this, Nezha’s flaming wheels? Poor Big Brother!”

“So pitiful! He’s got the skills, but his tools can’t keep up. Nearly dragged down by his own skateboard!”

“I’m picturing Big Brother literally riding a flaming wheel right now. Tell me that wouldn’t look awesome as hell!”

“Forget sparks, I just think his complaining voice was cute. He sounded like he was heartbroken for the poor skateboard!”

“Let me be that skateboard. To be held in Big Brother’s hands, stroked so gently… even if I get run into the ground, it would be worth it!”

The chat devolved into wild nonsense again.

Wang Yun, however, had no attention to spare for them anymore. He stashed the skateboard in a hidden corner. Then he turned, eyes narrowing, as he watched the inspectors march Duan Wu straight into the building ahead.

The structure wasn’t tall — just an old three-story office block.

Even from a distance, Wang Yun’s sharp eyes could make out the cracks marring the whitewashed walls.

Time had dulled the paint, and in places it had flaked clean away, leaving spiderweb fissures behind.

At the base of the wall, toppled to one side, lay a weathered signboard.

Wang Yun’s gaze caught on it instantly. The faded characters read: Huimin Guesthouse.

So it was a guesthouse.

Wang Yun nodded to himself.

It made sense. An old building, the kind unique to a certain era. Guesthouses like this had once been everywhere, but over time, they were replaced by hotels and inns, lost to competition, and faded into extinction.

But as a hideout? For the inspectors, it was perfect.

Plenty of rooms. Spacious halls. A broad courtyard.

A single glance was enough for Wang Yun to calculate: from the way the front windows and doors were laid out, there must be seven rooms in a row.

Guesthouse rooms were always about the same size, with the upstairs layout matching the downstairs.

And if the hallway ran straight through to the other side, then there would be another seven rooms opposite.

That meant fourteen rooms per floor.

Three floors in total.

Enough to house a decent-sized team.

So in the end, it seemed Dragon Country hadn’t sent that many inspectors after all.

Otherwise, a tiny, aging three-story guesthouse would never have been enough to accommodate them, unless they had other resting places hidden elsewhere.