Chapter 66

"Alright! Just for a while, and be careful!"

Looking at her daughter's pleading eyes, Sir Yude gave in without hesitation. A mischievous and triumphant glint flashed in Selina's eyes.

Sir Yude, who could command the winds and rains in Hong Kong, was a steadfast surrenderer when it came to his beloved daughter.

Compared to ordinary horse breeds, the pure-blooded Rossmar was even more tall and well-proportioned. Under the care of professional trainers, the Rossmar's muscles were well-defined, exuding a robust and athletic beauty. Each hair gleamed with oil. The trainer hired by Li Chao, presumably a Mongolian, had trimmed the Rossmar's loose mane into flower-like shapes and dyed it in various colors, creating an indescribable splendor.

The "five-flower" style is a unique trimming method of the Mongolian people.

Wang Zhong, looking at the proud and upright Rossmar, couldn't help but think of the lines from Li Bai's "Invitation to Wine": "Five-flower horse, thousand-gold fur, call the boy to exchange for fine wine, to drown the sorrows of ten thousand ages!"

"Daddy, it's so beautiful!"

Selina looked at the Rossmar with excitement.

Under the trainer's lead, the Rossmar walked over with a steady gait, like a noble princess, neither too fast nor too slow.

"What a rare and fine horse!"

Guests who understood horses began to comment on the Rossmar.

Selina couldn't wait to take the reins from the trainer, stepped into the stirrup, and nimbly mounted the horse.

"Go!"

With a light tap of her riding boots against the horse's flank, the Rossmar began to trot steadily.

"Go!"

Following Selina's command, the Rossmar started to gallop, and soon everyone could only see a faint black dot, hear the crisp sound of hooves, and Selina's excited laughter. Sir Yude watched with a bit of worry.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before Selina rode the Rossmar back to the governor's residence.

"Daddy, this Rossmar is the best I've ever seen, no exceptions!"

Selina's cheeks were flushed with excitement.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang Zhong. I really like your gift; it's the best gift I've received this year!"

Selina gently stroked the Rossmar's mane, and the horse affectionately licked her hand. Clearly, it liked Selina too.

"It's my honor, Miss Selina!"

Wang Zhong bowed politely and smiled.

"Thank you, the pure-blooded Rossmar is very much to Selina's liking!"

As Selina's father, Sir Yude also expressed his gratitude to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong humbly returned the courtesy, showing no arrogance.

The other guests praised Wang Zhong's humility and were curious about the pure-blooded Rossmar. Some nobles who owned fine horses even expressed a desire to purchase one on the spot.

William Brown looked at Wang Zhong with envy. Wherever Wang Zhong went, Mary's eyes followed. Even Miss Selina, known as the pearl of British nobility, thanked Wang Zhong, showing a different attitude from others.

A feeling of jealousy began to grow in his heart.

Jealousy made him lose his reason.

Wang Zhong greeted everyone warmly, humble and polite, well-versed and knowledgeable, leaving a very good impression on everyone.

Suddenly, Wang Zhong felt a powerful force, and his muscles instinctively reacted.

By the time his brain caught up, it was too late!

William Brown, in the astonished gaze of the guests, used his shoulder to ram Wang Zhong's chest forcefully.

But he didn't feel the pleasure of bone and flesh colliding; it was as if he had hit a pile of cotton or a huge ball.

The powerful rebound sent William Brown flying several yards away!

"God! Is this a TV show?"

Every guest was shocked at the scene. William Brown, like a barbarian, had rudely rammed into Mr. Wang Zhong, who remained completely still, while William Brown was sent flying several yards away.

"Darling, is this part of the performance?"

A British noble asked uncertainly.

"Maybe, but it's terrible!"

A nearby noblewoman also said uncertainly.

To the British nobility, William Brown's flight looked like an exaggerated performance, as ridiculous as a clown. However, the Chinese guests who understood martial arts knew that this was a manifestation of Wang Zhong's internal energy.

There is a famous anecdote in the martial arts world: one morning, Grandmaster Yang Chengfu, while having breakfast, accidentally bumped his leg against a vendor selling fried dough sticks. The instinctive reaction of Yang's muscles and internal energy sent the vendor flying several yards away.

Who was Yang Chengfu? The grandson of Tai Chi Grandmaster Yang Luchan and the nephew of Yang Banhou, with a deep family tradition, he was the master of Yang-style Tai Chi. The 108-form Tai Chi that is now widely practiced was compiled and popularized by Yang Chengfu.

Most people would find this story exaggerated, but those who practice martial arts know that it is a manifestation of internal energy deeply ingrained in the body.

As a young grandmaster, Wang Zhong's proficiency in Tai Chi was no less than that of Yang Chengfu.

It was no surprise that William Brown was sent flying several yards away.

"Shit!"

William Brown got up from the ground, his face full of rage.

"I want to challenge you to a duel!"

William Brown clenched his fists, assumed a boxing stance, and shouted at Wang Zhong.

"William, this is my birthday party, and Mr. Wang is my guest. Your behavior is very impolite!"

Selina stood between the two, looking at the grim-faced William Brown, somewhat displeased.

"William, your behavior will bring shame to the Brown family!"

Sir Yude's face also turned sour.

"Today's actions are my personal decision and have nothing to do with the Brown family!"

William Brown threw off his suit, revealing a well-defined, muscular body. His trapezius muscles visibly swelled, making him look like a human bear, brimming with power. As a member of the boxing team, he was confident he could KO Wang Zhong within three minutes.

"For Miss Mary, please accept my challenge!"

Mary looked at William Brown in shock, feeling a wave of委屈 (grievance). Would Wang Zhong think she was a flirt?

The guests from Hong Kong and the British officials in Hong Kong, including George, looked at William Brown speechlessly.

"I think you must not have read the latest issue of 'Black Belt' magazine!"

Wang Zhong looked at William Brown with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"Yes, I just arrived in Hong Kong and have been at sea for the past few days. How did you know?"

Although he didn't understand why Wang Zhong said this, William Brown was curious.

"If you had read it, you wouldn't challenge me!"

Wang Zhong rubbed his head in frustration. The guests from Hong Kong and the British nobility in Hong Kong smiled knowingly. Wang Zhong was the cover figure of the latest issue of 'Black Belt' magazine, a tribute to fighters. If William Brown had read 'Black Belt' magazine, he wouldn't have dared to challenge Wang Zhong.

Poor kid!

Feeling the pitying gazes of the crowd, William Brown felt inexplicably confused. The one who needed pity was the skinny Chinese man across from him!

"Daddy, is Mr. Wang very good at fighting?"

Selina leaned close to Sir Yude and whispered.

"Mr. Wang Zhong is the cover figure of the latest issue of 'Fighting' magazine!"

Sir Yude looked at Selina affectionately, and whether intentionally or not, he spoke in a voice that William Brown couldn't hear. However, the amusement in the corner of his mouth betrayed his true feelings.

"Black Belt praised Mr. Wang as another martial arts master after Bruce Lee!"

"Doesn't that mean William Brown is challenging a true martial artist?"

Selina's eyes widened, but her voice was unusually low, audible only to a few people nearby. True to her father's nature, she was mischievous and playful.

"He will be beaten up badly!"

"Exactly!"

Although no one spoke, a little devil in everyone's heart was waving a trident non-stop!

"That would be great! How dare Brown not give me face!"

Selina looked at William Brown, who was waving his fists and assuming an attack stance, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

"Selina, that's not the right attitude! Even if Brown made you unhappy, you shouldn't gloat!"

Sir Yude scolded her sternly.

"Sir Yude truly lives up to being a gentleman of the British Empire!"

The guests nodded in agreement, secretly admiring him.

Only Selina remained unmoved, looking at Sir Yude with a teasing smile.

"But humility leads to progress, and setbacks lead to growth. A proper setback will be good for Brown. He will understand my good intentions in the future!"

Sir Yude said with a solemn expression.

Looking at Selina, who was grinning like a little fox.

The people around them felt their teeth ache. Could you be any more shameless?

This isn't a pimple; it's a pit!

Who said Sir Yude was a good old man?

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