Chapter 35

Wang Zhong slept for a few hours in the guest room. When he woke up, the sun had already set in the west.

Uncle Huang was chatting happily with an elderly white man in the living room. Seeing Wang Zhong come out, he introduced him, "Master Wang, this is Old John, the rancher next door. He wants to invite us to a family dinner!"

"Old John, this is Master Wang, an extraordinary person!"

"Master Huang, I heard from Bob that you are a kung fu master, that's amazing!"

Old John made a classic Bruce Lee pose, saying admiringly.

"It's not Master Huang, it's Master Wang!"

Uncle Huang corrected Old John's pronunciation with a slight headache.

"Master Huang!"

Old John tried to correct himself, but his tongue was stiff, making it hard to distinguish the similar sounds.

"Master Wang!"

"Master Huang!"

"Wang!"

"Huang!"

"Wang!"

"Huang!"

After several attempts, Uncle Huang found it impossible to correct him and shrugged apologetically at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong nodded understandingly, showing no concern.

"Sorry, Chinese names are really hard to pronounce!"

Old John also looked embarrassed.

"Today I saw a helicopter at the ranch. I think Mr. Li must have returned. I have to say, the stocks Mr. Li recommended last time were great. I made a hundred thousand dollars, thanks to Mr. Li's generosity!"

Thinking of the stocks that hit the limit, Old John looked grateful.

"Old John, you're really a greedy old guy!"

Uncle Huang said with a laugh.

"You're as greedy as the Jews!"

"Oh, God, how could I be like those vampires? Huang, my old friend, I formally invite you and your friends to my family dinner. Catherine has already roasted the lamb legs to a golden brown, just waiting for the guests to arrive!"

Old John invited them again.

"Sure, I must say, Old John, you're unusually generous this time!"

Uncle Huang agreed, smiling and teasing.

"Uncle Huang, what are you talking about? You seem so happy!"

Rolan, still a bit sleepy, walked into the living room.

"Oh, what a beautiful and delicate girl, truly a masterpiece of God. I think Catherine will love her to death!"

Old John exclaimed when he saw the youthful and beautiful Rolan.

"Catherine is Old John's wife, a very kind woman. They have three sons but no daughters. So Catherine really likes beautiful girls!"

Uncle Huang explained with a smile.

"Meeting a girl as beautiful as Rolan, I think the happiest ones would be your three wild boys!"

Uncle Huang said with a smile.

"But Rolan is Master Wang's fiancée, so you'd better keep them in line!"

"Really? That's a pity! But don't worry, those boys, though a bit wild, still know their limits!"

Old John shrugged regretfully. At first sight of Rolan, he had the idea of introducing this exceptionally beautiful Eastern girl to his sons.

"Guys, let's go. If we wait any longer, the roasted lamb legs will get cold!"

Old John quickly composed himself and said with a smile.

"Of course, I don't want to be nagged by Catherine!"

Uncle Huang replied with a smile.

Wang Zhong and Rolan didn't say anything throughout, but they could feel Old John's sincerity.

Old John's ranch was very close, just a ten-minute drive away.

In front of the Australian-style wooden house, long dining tables were set up, with pure silver candlesticks on white tablecloths.

Under the candlelight, everything looked so elegant and noble.

In front of the dining tables, a whole lamb had already been roasted to a golden brown, with fat occasionally dripping onto the hot charcoal, making a sizzling sound.

The rich aroma could be smelled from a distance.

"Hi, Wang!"

The young man roasting the lamb looked up and greeted Wang Zhong.

"Hi, Bob!"

Wang Zhong then realized that the one roasting the lamb was Bob, the driver who picked him up.

"Bob is Old John's youngest son!"

Uncle Huang explained with a smile.

"Hello, Master Wang!"

The tall and robust William was also invited and greeted Wang Zhong and the others.

"Dear Huang, it's been a long time!"

The hostess, Catherine, hugged Uncle Huang and said happily.

"Dear Catherine, in Hong Kong, I dream about your roasted lamb legs!"

Uncle Huang said with a smile.

"This is my friend, Master Wang!"

"This beautiful Eastern girl is his fiancée, Rolan!"

"This kind and beautiful lady is Mrs. Catherine, the mistress of the ranch!"

"What a beautiful girl, she's simply a masterpiece of God, an angel fallen to earth!"

After a brief greeting, Mrs. Catherine, looking surprised and happy, took Rolan's hand and led her into the wooden house, leaving Uncle Huang and Wang Zhong behind.

"Don't worry, Catherine has always dreamed of having a daughter. You can understand!"

Uncle Huang explained with a smile.

"Many guests have come today. Is there anything we can help with?"

Wang Zhong shrugged, understanding, and asked with a smile, looking at the busy crowd around him.

"Because Old John and his wife are very kind, the children from the surrounding area like to come here to play!"

Uncle Huang said with a smile.

"I think you can go help Bob chop some wood!"

"Good idea!"

Wang Zhong saw the wood and axe not far away and said with a smile.

...

"Hey, buddy, I heard you're a kung fu master from the East!"

A tall and muscular black youth blocked Wang Zhong's path.

"May I ask what you want?"

Wang Zhong looked at the tall black youth. Although he could subdue him in a second, he still asked softly.

"I want to challenge you!"

The black youth made a few free-fighting poses, looking arrogantly at Wang Zhong.

"Hey, George, Wang is a master comparable to Bruce Lee, are you crazy?"

Bob quickly pulled the black youth George aside and scolded him sternly.

"Bob, you coward, look at his weak body, how can he be a kung fu master!"

George looked at Bob with disdain.

"I'm not a coward, George!"

Bob looked at George angrily.

"Master Wang, George is just a kid, I hope you don't mind!"

Uncle Huang, attracted by the argument, whispered to Wang Zhong.

"Of course, I won't hurt him!"

Hearing Wang Zhong's promise, Uncle Huang's tense heart relaxed.

After all, Wang Zhong was known as a little martial god in Hong Kong, and he had even killed a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo with one punch!

Wang Zhong took two steps forward, looking at the muscular George and asked with a smile, "Are you very strong?"

"Of course, I'm the strongest around here!"

George said matter-of-factly, curling his arm to show his biceps to prove his strength.

The other few muscular young men also nodded in agreement.

Wang Zhong called over a few of the strongest-looking young men from the crowd.

"One, two, three... eight, nine, ten!"

"Ten people, just right!"

Wang Zhong confirmed the number again and said happily.

"You are the ten strongest people here. Now I want to play a simple game with you!"

Seeing the unconvinced looks in the young men's eyes, Wang Zhong took out a stack of U.S. dollars from his pocket, which looked to be at least a few thousand dollars.

"Guys, if you win, it's yours!"

"Really?"

Bob looked at the thick stack of money, asking curiously.

"Of course!"

Wang Zhong said without hesitation.

"Then I'll join too!"

Bob said happily.

"No, buddy, I only need the ten strongest people. If you are stronger than any of them, you can replace them!"

Wang Zhong smiled and refused.

"That's too bad!"

Bob looked at the muscular youth and shook his head helplessly.

"Master Wang, what game do you want to play?"

Bob asked curiously.

"Do we need a referee?"

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