My wife is the stand-in.

"Hey! It's just that I've eaten rice for over a decade and have seen a lot of things." The driver waved his hand.

"You two are chivalrous heroes now! Truly promising young talents. Have you ever watched TV dramas? Do you know how those dashing young heroes woo female warriors?"

Amanosaki glanced at Icarus out of the corner of his eye and, sure enough, saw the girl with her head down, too shy to look at anyone.

Amanosaki thought to himself, "Uncle, with your bluntness about 'picking up girls' in front of them, only Icarus could tolerate it. If it were someone like Rin Tohsaka or Hinata Hyuga, your car would need to be sent to the factory for major repairs today."

I might have to buy a new car.

However, he still shook his head: "I don't know."

"Don't know? Let me tell you!" The driver honked the horn, his voice booming amidst the piercing blare:

"When a chivalrous person falls in love, they must come up with a clever excuse and win over other chivalrous people."

"Creating a pretext is to find an excuse to spend time alone with the heroine, so that there is an opportunity to cultivate feelings."

"Only by winning over other heroes can we eliminate competitors."

"Then, do you know what it means to gallop freely on horseback, so carefree and unrestrained? It means taking a female knight-errant with you, the two of you riding together on one horse, to see all the famous sights in the world!"

At this point, the driver slammed his hand on the seat next to him:

"Look! Today, I and my car are your thoroughbred steeds!"

"Young hero, what is your surname?"

"His surname is Tian."

"What should I call TM?"

"Nozaki." Amanozaki returned blankly.

"Alright!" The driver lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "Young Master Tian, ​​let me ask you, when riding freely with a young lady, what is the most important thing?"

"What is it?"

"It's carefree! It's exhilarating!" the driver exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Take a girl with you, ride a fast horse, and see the spring river and autumn moon, see the lone smoke rising from the desert. The important thing is speed! As for whether we take a detour, does that matter in front of a girl? That's nothing!"

Amanosaki nodded repeatedly, praising his expertise.

At this moment, the driver pointed to a car behind him, looking like a lonely expert: "See that? That car has been following me for several blocks. I take detours, and it takes detours too. It's obviously following us."

Amanosaki turned his head and looked through the car window. He saw the strangely dressed members of the Fengdu branch inside the car and thought to himself, "Why aren't they even pretending anymore?"

So Amanosaki shouted to the driver, "Uncle! That's my love rival! He's upset that I got this heroine, and he's here to cause trouble! Please drive around a couple more times to shake them off! I'll pay for the traffic violation!"

"Easy to say!"

Hearing the drama from the TV series come true one by one, the driver was so excited that his lips trembled. He thought to himself, "I'll be bragging about this to my buddies at the taxi company for a whole year!"

So I floored the accelerator, and the needle shot up to 120 mph in an instant.

Meanwhile, inside the back seat of the car.

"Reporting to headquarters, the target vehicle has spotted us and is taking a detour. Requesting vehicle backup."

The officer who was waiting with Li Junzi in the government building lounge said to Li Junzi with a hint of excitement, "This young hero Amanosaki is really amazing! The taxi he was in shook off eight cars that were following him! I checked and the driver is a retired black cab racer who used to be a champion in an underground black cab race in another province!"

"This is a huge help! The more chaotic things get on the branch headquarters, the more advantageous our negotiations will be!"

After listening to the officer's introduction and learning that Amanosaki was shopping with Icarus on the pedestrian street, Li Junzi slapped his thigh and sighed:

"As expected of my older brother, he took care of the work while on a date. I'm still too naive!"

"The fare is 120 yuan, the traffic violation reimbursement is 4000 yuan, and other losses amount to 2000 yuan."

On the pedestrian street, the driver leaned against the scorching hot car door, happily smoking.

"So expensive?"

"Nonsense, you ran four red lights and crossed solid lines illegally several times. My driver's license is going to be revoked, young man. I'll be in jail for a few days and have to retake the test when I get out. That'll be a huge loss for me."

Amanosaki reached into his pocket and found he didn't have enough money, so he pulled out two gold bars and tossed them over.

"No need to look anymore." He left with Icarus.

"So extravagant!" The driver grinned from ear to ear as he looked at the gold bars in his hand.

The gold bars clinked in his hands, and the driver felt that paying with gold bars was the perfect ending, truly embodying the spirit of a martial arts story.

Then Amanosaki returned with Icarus.

"Hey buddy, need your change?"

"No." Amanosaki scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "I wanted to ask where there's a public bathhouse. I need to wash off this stench."

The driver chuckled, put his arm around Amanosaki's neck, and pointed to the end of the street. "See that? That street corner has been taken over by a barbershop and turned into a barber street. You and your girlfriend can stand there, get a diamond VIP card, and then ask them for the staff bathroom."

Amanosaki hesitated for a moment: "Will this work?"

"Nonsense! The customer is king! Besides, you're so rich, you're practically the creator. Nobody messes with the creator. Relax!"

The driver dismissed the two men, hid the gold bars under the car seat, rolled up his sleeves, took out a handkerchief, poured some water, and began wiping the scorching hot hood, humming a little tune leisurely.

More than ten minutes passed.

With a screeching sound of brakes, the belated heroes from the Fengdu branch rushed out of the car, seemingly pouncing on the taxi like wolves.

Then they saw a scene that left them speechless.

The taxi driver saw the chivalrous man, tossed aside his handkerchief, skillfully took out his wallet, ID card, and cigarette pack, removed his watch, leaned against the now-cooled hood of the car, and looked up at the crowd with a cheerful grin:

"Hey! It's so hot, I'm about to get heatstroke! Hurry up! I haven't even had the tea at Qunxia Mountain Bureau yet!"

Chapter 83: Makeup

Amanosaki and Ikaros did not go directly to the barber street. Instead, they went to the bank to exchange some of their gold bars for cash. Then, they randomly found a clothing store and bought a complete set of matching outfits from the mannequins in the window before applying for a membership card at the barber street counter.

Everything went as the driver had predicted.

Amanosaki is handsome, and having just finished a battle, he exudes a fierce aura that is hard to ignore.

Icarus's angelic identity and stunning beauty made the stylists on the barber street eager to work with their scissors.

Such a beautiful and charming person can be said to be the perfect carrier for any hairstyle. Any ambitious stylist would find it hard to resist the urge to showcase their artistic passion on such a perfect head.

Moreover, after Nozaki pulled out a wad of cash and shouted "Get a membership card!", the stylist and receptionist looked at the two of them with even gentler eyes.

His gaze was so tender, like that of a child who had been separated from their parents for many years.

So Nozaki asked to use the staff bathroom to shower and change clothes that day, and was warmly granted permission.

Back on Earth, Amanosaki would take about half an hour to take a bath, slowly soaking in the water to relieve his fatigue.

But since his transmigration, Amanosaki has changed this extravagant habit.

He also kept his shower time to within ten minutes.

So when he came out, the enthusiastic crowd on the barber street didn't recognize him at first.

One person couldn't believe that such a wealthy tycoon would act so quickly, while the other simply couldn't connect the handsome man in front of them with the young swordsman from before.

After shedding his uniform and donning a trendy brand he himself couldn't understand, Amanosaki's angular muscles were concealed by loose clothing, and his slightly damp hair was clustered into thousands of small tufts. He lost some of his chivalrous fortitude and gained a more rounded appearance, like a male character who stepped out of a shoujo manga.

His gaze remained sharp as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings, wary of any potential Fengdu knights.

It was this gaze that made him stand out from other handsome men on the street, making him look like a lone wolf from Siberia, moving through the bustling crowd as if he were a lone wolf roaming through a dense tundra forest.

The soft lines resemble fluffy wolf fur, while the sharp eyes convey the arrogance of a hunter.

The sight of it dazzled the female customers getting their hair done on the street.

The male customers here all looked on with alarm, and they all had the same thought.

"This is a formidable opponent!"

Amanosaki walked up to the front desk and asked where Icarus was. The pretty young lady who had just served him looked at Amanosaki with a blank and somewhat infatuated expression, her tone dazed:

"May I ask you are……"

Amanosaki took out his VIP card and looked at the number on it. The receptionist immediately recalled the man with a bloody and murderous aura. She stared in astonishment at the handsome man in front of her, unable to associate him with the swordsman.

But her professionalism still made her put on her brightest smile and guide Amanosaki.

After navigating through the winding streets of the barbershop, I finally spotted Icarus at one of the shops.

After time-traveling, Amanosaki was always busy with work, but before time-traveling, he had plenty of time to surf the internet. Therefore, he knew very well that it takes a lot of time for girls to get their hair done, so he had already made arrangements in advance to have the best stylist cut his hair as quickly as possible.

So when he sat down next to Icarus, Icarus looked as if he had been abducted by aliens, his head covered by some kind of semi-circular hair dyeing device, and he was holding a hair styling manual and reading it with great interest.

Upon noticing Amanosaki, she merely squinted her crescent-shaped eyes, smiled at him, and sat demurely.

"Please take a seat."

The stylist was already waiting in the empty seat next to Icarus. He rubbed his hands together, staring intently at Amanosaki. His belt buckle was covered with various sizes of scissors and clippers, and there were two carts full of bottles and jars next to him.

Amanosaki, who had resigned himself to his fate, was mentally prepared to endure a period of torment, but the reality was beyond his expectations.

Because for the next half hour, he simply didn't have time to sit idly.

This barbershop street collaborates with other businesses along the entire commercial street, and they do indeed provide equivalent services to customers who purchase membership cards.

While Icarus was getting her hair done, various cosmetic stores pushed their products out in the open, all under the direction of the makeup artist.

Amanosaki watched as the various glass bottles, each resembling a work of art, surrounded him, and under the direction of the makeup team, they were applied one by one to Icarus's face.

"Your girl is very beautiful," the barber complimented as he trimmed Amanosaki's sideburns.

"Therefore, there is no need for heavy makeup, or even natural makeup."

"What is natural makeup?" Amanosaki asked.

"It's the kind of painting that, once finished, gives the impression that it wasn't painted at all, as if the girl was naturally that beautiful."

"I thought blush and lipstick were considered heavy makeup," Amanosaki honestly replied.

The stylist smiled and turned Amanosaki's head slightly: "Don't keep staring at the girl, or you'll miss out on a lot of surprises."

Amanosaki nodded somewhat awkwardly, knowing that this was the stylist's way of subtly implying that his head was tilted too far to the side and was affecting the stylist's work.

But before long, the stylist had to straighten his head again.

"If all else fails, just give me a quick haircut," Amanosaki couldn't help but say. "You don't get many chances to see your girlfriend put on makeup."