[Fantasy] Sun Wukong's Seven-Day Holiday (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 72 Lost in Pleasure

Following the sound, Wukong looked towards the door and saw a petite woman with her head bowed, taking small steps to greet him. Reaching the door, she stood to the side, bowed at a ninety-degree angle, and said softly, "Please come in."

Bajie chuckled and said to Wukong, "Brother, this is the Japanese woman Hanai Miri I told you about. See, I wasn't exaggerating, wasn't she beautiful?" Wukong, seeing that she hadn't even raised her head, couldn't discern her appearance. However, judging from her figure, although petite, one could see that her body beneath her pajamas was undoubtedly very voluptuous. So he chuckled and said to Pigsy, "You good-looking idiot! But the biggest regret is not being able to see her face. I wonder what kind of stunning beauty she is?"

The woman raised her head, smiled brightly at Wukong, and said, "I'm just an ordinary-looking girl, please excuse my plain appearance!" Wukong looked up and saw that she was beautiful, with a rosy face and captivating phoenix eyes that seemed to beckon. He secretly applauded, thinking that Pigsy, that clumsy fool, could actually flirt with such a beautiful woman. Patting Bajie's bare shoulder, he smiled and said, "Bajie, you have good taste."

The woman's gaze fell upon Wukong, and her heart skipped a beat. The man before her was handsome, a world apart from Bajie. A tender affection welled up in her eyes as she giggled and said, "My name is Hanai Miri. You must be Brother Sun, right? Bajie often mentions you to me."

"He probably often insults me in front of you, doesn't he?" Wukong teased, looking at Bajie. Bajie blushed and argued, "Brother, you're judging me by my own standards. I've always disliked talking behind people's backs. We've been brothers for so many years, haven't you noticed this excellent quality of mine?"

Wukong laughed and said, "It's precisely because I know you so well that I'm wary of you. Your tongue is always longer than a woman's. Back in the day, how many times did you badmouth me behind my back to Master? It made me suffer so much from the old monk reciting the Tightening-Headband Mantra!" Bajie chuckled sheepishly and said, "Hehe, why bring up those old stories? Come, sit down and rest."

The two sat down on the sofa. Hanai Miri brewed a pot of hot tea and poured a cup for each of them. Wukong glanced at her, then at the disheveled bedding on the bed, and said to Bajie, "Bajie, you're living the good life. Look at your little wife, so shy and demure, she's clearly a woman who knows how to manage a household."

Bajie slapped Hanai Miri's bottom and said with a grin, "That's true. Eldest brother, I'm really having a blast. Let's just keep going down here and not think about going back." Hanai Miri was startled by Bajie's slap, let out a soft cry, and almost dropped the teapot in her hand. She chuckled and said, "You lecherous pig, never behaving yourself for a moment." She then gave Bajie a glare with her big eyes.

Wukong picked up the teacup and took a sip. The aroma of the tea was enticing, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent tea! Bajie, I never expected to find such fine tea here. Where did you steal it from?"

"Haha, what do you take me for? A thief or a robber? Let me tell you, this tea was brought back from Tibet. The DVD wholesaler saw that I often patronized him and insisted on giving me a few packets of tea, saying it was a specialty of Tibet," Bajie said with no small amount of pride.

Hanai Miri squatted down, half-kneeling beside Wukong, and said, "Brother Sun, let me help you take off your shoes, it'll be more comfortable." After saying that, she went to help Wukong take off his shoes. Wukong looked down and saw Hanai Miri half-kneeling beside him, her breasts partially exposed, a sight to behold. One of her shoes had already been taken off and was being held in her hand. He hurriedly said, "No need, I can do it myself." He bent down and took off the other shoe.

Hanai Miri took Wukong's shoes in her hands and walked with small steps to place them by the door. Wukong watched her retreating figure and said, "Ha, Bajie, it seems your Japanese wife is quite polite."

Bajie stroked his chubby chin and said with satisfaction, "That's right, your wife is so obedient, she's really adorable." He called over Hanai Miri and said, "Wife, it's not very interesting for us to just drink tea here. It's rare for our eldest brother to come all this way, so why don't you go and find a way to get some dishes so the three of us can have a drink?"

"Okay, I'll go do it right now," Hanai Miri replied obediently, turning and leaving.

"Brother, you're so thoughtful to come visit me tonight," Bajie said to Wukong. "It's been a while since we left the Buddhist realm, and for some reason, I haven't thought about going back at all. What about you?"

Wukong nodded and said, "I feel the same way. Life in the mortal world is so interesting; I feel like I've been reborn. Do you think Buddha would be so angry if he knew we were like this in the mortal world that he'd vomit blood?" Bajie laughed heartily and said, "He might not vomit blood, but we'd definitely be in trouble. I don't care anymore; there's no reason to come down here for nothing. Since we're here, let's make the best of it and enjoy the moment. As for what punishment we'll receive when we go back, who cares? We might as well not go back!"

These words stirred Wukong's blood, and he said passionately, "Yes, we might as well not go back! Haha, Bajie, I didn't expect we'd think the same way!"

The two chatted enthusiastically. After a long while, Hanai Miri walked in with a beaming smile, followed by three young waitresses, each carrying a large bamboo basket. Two burly men carried in a large round table and spread it out in the center of the room. The three waitresses opened the bamboo baskets and placed the dishes inside on the table. Instantly, the room was filled with the fragrant aroma of food and wine.

"Please enjoy!" The three waitresses, having set out the food and wine, backed away.

"Haha, smells delicious!" With a hearty laugh, the innkeeper's wife appeared at the door, her body as large as an elephant. "Gentlemen," she said, "are you welcoming this unexpected guest?"

Hanai Miri smiled at Wukong and said, "This feast was a gift from Boss Zhou. She said she wanted to have a drink with you, Brother Sun."

Wukong laughed and said, "Madam, how can we accept this? We've only just met, we can't let you spend so much."

The innkeeper plopped down at the table and said, "Mr. Sun is a distinguished guest; I probably couldn't invite him even if I wanted to. Since we've met by chance today, what's a little gesture of respect? Come, come, sit down. Hanai Miri, pour everyone some drinks."

"Yes, sir," Hanai Miri replied, bowing her head, and poured a glass of wine for everyone.

"Mr. Pig, let me toast you first! I'm truly sorry for my offense last time!" The innkeeper downed her drink in one gulp. Bajie, his face flushed, tilted his head back and downed the drink in one gulp, saying, "Oh, I don't remember anything like that." The four of them drank heartily, cup after cup. The two women, it turned out, had a good capacity for alcohol, downing one cup after another. Hanai Miri sat next to Bajie, her face flushed from drinking, but her hand holding the wine glass was steady, not a drop spilled.

"Hehe, so you two are both gentlemen of wine, I admire you very much," Wukong said, greatly surprised.

"Drinking like this is a bit monotonous. Ladies, I'll arrange an entertainment for everyone to celebrate." The female boss picked up the phone, dialed a number, and arranged a striptease performance over the telephone line. "

A moment later, five girls draped in light veils filed into the room. Bajie noticed that the veils were so thin that it was clear they wore nothing underneath, their curvaceous bodies fully exposed. Bajie was incredibly excited; if Hanai Miri hadn't been sitting beside him, he would have pounced on them and started groping them.

One of the girls pressed the stereo, and light music began to play. The five girls danced gracefully to the music. Bajie stared blankly, even forgetting how to hold his wine glass. As

the drinking progressed, the proprietress, her plump face upturned, looked at Wukong's handsome face and said, 'Mr. Sun, besides wanting to have a good drink with you, I also have something I'd like to discuss with you.'

'What is it? Please speak freely.'"

“It’s like this,” the female shopkeeper said earnestly. “I’ve already learned that you, Mr. Sun, are not only incredibly skilled, but you are also renowned throughout Aolai Kingdom, with many people admiring you. I would like to cooperate with you, Mr. Sun. If you come to the shop for an hour every day, I will give you half of the shop’s profits every month.”

“Then I’d be your bodyguard? No way!” Wukong refused outright.

“Please consider it carefully…” the shopkeeper persisted.

“No need to consider it, I’m not interested,” Wukong replied decisively.

“Such a good job, why doesn’t my eldest brother take it? Boss Zhou, since my eldest brother won’t do it, then I’ll do it!” Bajie volunteered. The female boss pondered for a long time, thinking, "Alright, it seems Sun Wukong won't agree. Since his junior brother has agreed, he won't stand idly by if anything happens." So she said, "Okay."

Bajie happily said, "That's great! I'll have another big income. Eldest brother, when I've earned enough money, I'm going to build a big manor and live a comfortable life for a few years."

Chapter 73 Invited to the Police Station

In the morning, a cool breeze was blowing. The film crew was driving on the road to Flower Fruit Mountain. A police car sped up behind them, overtook the film crew's convoy, and stopped in front. Two burly policemen got out of the police car and gestured for the film crew's convoy to stop.

The burly policeman got into the car and politely said to Wukong, "Mr. Sun Wukong, we suspect you are involved in a murder case. Please come with us to assist in the investigation." He then took out a pair of gleaming handcuffs from his waist and was about to put them on Wukong. Wukong snatched the handcuffs away, tossed them to the ground, and said, "This junk, forget about it. I'll go back with you." The policeman bent down, picked up the handcuffs, brushed off the dust, and tucked them into his belt, muttering, "If you don't want to wear them, fine, but you didn't have to just throw them on the ground. That's so disrespectful to us police officers!"

Situ Yu walked over and asked with concern, "Officer, what happened?"

"You'll find out when we get to the police station," the policeman said irritably. Wukong had thrown away his handcuffs, which annoyed him, but given Wukong's legendary martial arts skills, he didn't dare to get angry.

Although the policeman's attitude wasn't great, Situ Yu was too lazy to argue with him. She moved closer to Wukong and whispered, "Wukong, I'll go with you. Or, we can turn the car around and all go to the police station together." Wukong smiled and said, "I'm not going to fight, what's the point of having so many people? No need, I can go alone. I'll be back to work as soon as I'm done." He said it casually, as if he didn't care at all. After finally

persuading Situ Yu to leave, Wukong got into the back seat of the police car, with two burly policemen sitting close to him on either side. Seeing their tense expressions, Wukong found it amusing, thinking, "If I, Old Sun, want to leave, even if you have a thousand men guarding me, what can you do?" Looking around, he asked curiously, "Hey, didn't your police station say it was going to implement environmentally friendly operations and use bicycles for transportation? Why are you all riding four wheels today?"

The policeman next to him, his face tense, replied, "Bicycles are only for patrol. To catch criminals, of course we need police cars." Wukong glanced at him and said with a smile, "Relax, you seem more nervous than I am. Is it really that serious?" The policeman looked at Wukong timidly and said in a pleading tone, "How can I not be nervous? This case is very important to the higher-ups. If you get away halfway, we'll not only lose our jobs, but we might even lose our lives. Mr. Sun, could you please put on these handcuffs?"

"Whatever," Wukong said indifferently. The policeman was overjoyed, not expecting Wukong to agree so readily. He quickly took the handcuffs off his waist and said, "Then I'll have to offend you." With a "click," he put the handcuffs on Wukong, then breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing considerably.

"Since I've been so cooperative, could you tell me what kind of case I'm involved in?" Feeling bored on the journey, Wukong casually asked.

"I don't know the specifics either, but I heard it's the murder case at Wutong Farm. More than eighty people died overnight, and the bodies were burned beyond recognition. It's terrifying." The policeman's attitude towards Wukong improved slightly. *Damn it, the Wutong Farm incident happened so long ago, and the police station is only now suspecting me? This inefficiency is really letting down the taxpayers!* Wukong thought to himself.

At the police station, Wukong was led into a room. There was a desk in the room with a large lamp on it. Wukong sat down and looked at the wall. A large character on it was very eye-catching: "Confess and you will be treated leniently; resist and you will be punished severely." Wukong had never been to a police station before and was very interested in these words, pondering them carefully.

With a creak, the door opened, and three policemen in crisp uniforms entered. A pretty policewoman held a stack of papers, her expression serious. One of them, with a large, protruding belly, looked like a leader. The other, with a face full of scars and a fierce appearance, looked more like a bandit than a policeman. He walked to the table, snapped on the desk lamp, shining the bright light on Wukong, and then bowed and scraped to the leader-looking man, saying, "Director Zheng, are you here to interrogate him personally?"

The policeman called "director" waved his hand and said to the policewoman, "Xiao Chen, take his statement." The policewoman nodded and said, "Okay." She opened her notebook, her eyes fixed on Wukong, and unscrewed her pen.

Wukong, hearing this, knew that the fat man in front of him was the "Old Zheng" that Deputy Mayor Li had mentioned. He secretly rejoiced, thinking, "I was just about to go find you, but you beat me to it." Blinded by the bright light of the lamp, he shielded his eyes and said, "Why turn on such a bright light in broad daylight? Don't you think it's a waste?"

The burly policeman glared at him and said fiercely, "Shut up! Do you think this is funny? Look at you grinning like that, you'll be crying your eyes out soon enough." Wukong chuckled and said, "You told me to shut up, so I'll shut up then." He simply sat there and closed his eyes to rest.

"I'm going to ask you a question now, and I hope you'll answer honestly," the policewoman said sternly. Wukong was almost asleep, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

"What's your name?" the policewoman asked routinely.

...

"Hey, I'm asking you a question! Why aren't you answering?" The policewoman, seeing Wukong resting with his eyes closed, became a little annoyed and raised her voice. But she didn't get a reply from Wukong and could faintly hear soft snoring. Damn it, the Sun Wukong in front of her was actually asleep. The burly policeman slammed his fist on the table in anger, sending the lamp bouncing and rolling to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Wukong opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the menacing officer, and said, "Hey, why are you getting so angry for no reason? You mustn't get angry; too much anger is bad for your health."

The officer's face contorted with rage, and he said in a low voice, "You better behave yourself, or you'll be sorry. Why didn't you answer Officer Chen's question?" Wukong chuckled and said, "Didn't you tell me to shut up? You're really strange. You get upset when I talk, but when I shut up, you get so angry. Go see a doctor; maybe your menopause has come early?"

The policewoman couldn't help but chuckle, glancing at the officer's dark face. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing her smile, but her phoenix eyes couldn't hide the radiant laughter. "Ah, what a pity. Such a cheerful girl, yet she wears a serious uniform and always has a stern face. Her smile is actually very beautiful." He couldn't help but sincerely praise, "Girl, you looked absolutely gorgeous when you smiled just now!" The policewoman blushed almost imperceptibly and said, "Be serious, no joking. You're suspected of being involved in the murder at Wutong Farm, and you must answer my questions honestly. It will be good for you."

"Good for me? Does that mean the police station will give me a bonus if I answer honestly?" Wukong said with a laugh.

"At least you can clear your name and restore your innocence," the policewoman kindly reminded him. The Sun Wukong before her was handsome and refined; it was almost impossible to connect him with the murders at Wutong Farm. Eighty-seven lives, vanished overnight, and the entire Wutong Night Rain gang crumbled—with him? Impossible, right?

"Your name?"

"Sun Wukong."

"I'm asking for your real name. No need to answer with stage names, online names, nicknames, etc." the policewoman said impatiently.

"A true man never changes his name, I am the beloved and feared Monkey King, Sun Wukong!" Wukong raised his head, declaring with boundless pride.

"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, huh? Just a lousy actor!" the corrupt policeman scoffed. "He's only good-looking, yet he attracts everyone from ninety-nine-year-olds to toddlers. This world is so unfair. I'm so handsome and powerful, but hardly anyone appreciates me." The policeman grumbled, his gaze darting towards the policewoman, noticing her unfocused gaze on Wukong, lost in thought. A pang of sadness shot through him.

"Heh, you're just jealous. No wonder you're so unfriendly," Wukong taunted.

"Hmph, jealous of you? Save it. You'll be spending the rest of your life in jail. Would I be jealous of someone destined to die alone in prison?" the policeman sneered.

"Are you so sure?" Wukong smiled coldly back.

"Of course. We must have some reason for arresting you. You'd better get ready to rot in jail," the policeman said with a smug grin.

"Ahem." The pot-bellied Director Zheng, who had remained silent with a stern face, coughed twice with an air of authority upon hearing the two men's incessant chatter, and the shrewish policeman immediately fell silent.

"Hmph, you two are chatting? Should we continue the interrogation?" Director Zheng glared at the shrewish policeman.

Chapter 74 Turning the Tables

(Due to recent busy schedules, updates will be slow, but I won't abandon the story. Because I'm a man, I don't want to be a eunuch.)

Director Zheng, his round face grim, stared intently at Wukong and said, "The Wutong Farm case has caused a great stir throughout Aolai Country. The higher-ups are taking it very seriously, and we have also invested a lot of police resources in the investigation. According to the information we have, you have a history of conflict with the people of Wutong Night Rain, and there have been several intense clashes. Therefore, we have reason to suspect that you played a major role in this case

." Wukong shook his head noncommittally and said, "Seriously? You've handcuffed me here based on your suspicions? Please, I have a lot of things to do. Wait until you have solid evidence before you talk. Hurry up and take this off so I can leave. Damn it, having this thing on my hands out of the blue is really uncomfortable." Wukong raised his hand, gesturing.

The burly, thuggish policeman's face contorted with rage. He snarled, "Want to leave? You're delusional! What do you think this place is? A hotel? You can't just come and go as you please. Hmph, if you don't confess, don't even think about stepping out of this police station."

"Heh," Wukong scoffed, "I didn't expect you, a policeman, to be so tough on a law-abiding citizen like me. But let me ask you, would you have spoken so loudly to the people of Wutong Yeyu before?" The

thuggish policeman paused, thought for a moment, and then fell silent. He thought to himself, "If I spoke so loudly to the people of Wutong Yeyu, I'd either be out of my mind or have a death wish."

Wukong chuckled and said, "Haha, speechless now? Actually, I personally think your police station should thank the person who destroyed Wutong Night Rain. If it weren't for him, you'd never stand tall. I remember last time I lost my Purple Gold Bowl and reported it to you. But when you police heard it was someone from Wutong Night Rain, you turned green with fright and ran away faster than a rocket. Now, you've gotten rid of a major threat, and you can finally sleep soundly."

"That's true," the wicked policeman nodded in agreement, saying, "Without their interference, our work is much easier."

Director Zheng's face flushed red and then turned pale with anger at Wukong's words. He glared at the wicked policeman and said, "Are you here to investigate a case or just chat?"

"But what he said seems to make sense..." the wicked policeman stammered. The policewoman, who was quickly taking notes with a pen, also looked up, staring at Wukong with a thoughtful gaze.

"Even if they deserved to die, the law will punish them. It's not your place to resort to violence," Director Zheng said sternly. "If everyone could do this, what would be the point of having police?"

Wukong looked at him and chuckled coldly. Director Zheng was annoyed by the laugh and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Heh heh, I'm laughing at your blatant lying. It's truly laughable. I ask you, how long has the Wutong Night Rain gang existed? Probably ten or twenty years, right? What have you been doing all this time?" Wukong asked bluntly.

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Director Zheng was speechless.

"I'll ask you again, what kind of place is Wutong Farm? I don't need to explain, you probably already know. What kind of farm is it? It's basically a private prison! How many people have died there, have you police ever cared?" Wukong pressed on relentlessly.

Director Zheng's fat face was covered in sweat. He stammered, unsure how to respond.

"Actually, if you knew who destroyed Wutong Yeyu's hideout, you should award that person an honorary medal, give him a hero's title, and thank him for ridding the people of a scourge. Although Wutong Yeyu may have given you a lot of benefits in the past, they've now fallen from grace, and you don't need to work for them anymore," Wukong said expressionlessly.

Director Zheng waved his hands frantically, hurriedly saying, "No way! We've never received any benefits from them! Don't think such things! Our police station has always handled cases impartially and would never sell our conscience for money."

"Haha, Director Zheng, you're truly a seasoned official, all talk and no action. What impartiality? In the case of the woman surnamed Yan who jumped off the building, Vice Mayor Li personally called you, asking you to falsify the evidence. I heard it clearly when I was right next to him. Where was your conscience then?" Wukong questioned loudly.

Director Zheng was speechless. Looking at the handcuffs on Wukong's hands, and then at his own imposing police uniform, he couldn't help but feel furious and ashamed. "Damn it," he thought, "today is really weird. I came here to interrogate the suspect myself, but now it seems like I'm the suspect being interrogated!" He angrily said, "Sun Wukong, don't get me wrong. Today you're the murder suspect, how dare you spout such nonsense at me? I think you're tired of living."

Wukong smiled calmly and said, "Does Chief Zheng intend to use force against me?"

Chief Zheng grinned menacingly and said, "Do you think we wouldn't dare?" He then winked at the thuggish policeman beside him. The thuggish policeman understood, reached for his waist, fumbled around for a moment, and pulled out a short, hard plastic baton.

The policewoman stopped taking the statement, put her mouth close to Chief Zheng's ear, and whispered, "Chief, the higher-ups have repeatedly emphasized that torture is strictly forbidden. Have you forgotten?"

Chief Zheng chuckled and said, "Only heaven, earth, you, and I know. As long as you don't leak it out, who will believe we're using torture? Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Then he said to Wukong, "Being the police chief isn't easy. The pressure from above is immense. I hope you'll cooperate with our investigation. As the saying goes, discretion is the better part of valor

. If you confess obediently, you'll avoid a beating." "Heh, if I'm not mistaken, the pressure you're talking about from above is probably from Deputy Mayor Li Datong, right?" Wukong curled his lip in disdain.

Director Zheng remained noncommittal, saying, "If you know what's good for you, just confess. Otherwise, you'll suffer a beating for nothing, and in the end, you'll still obediently confess."

"I understand perfectly well what you mean. It seems I'm in for a beating today. Is this your usual method of handling cases? How many wrongful convictions will be created by coerced confessions? Can you face heaven and earth with a clear conscience?" Wukong asked angrily.

"I never show mercy to stubborn people like you. Look up at what's written here: 'Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely.'" Director Zheng pointed to the slogan on the main wall and said loudly.

"What if I tell you I haven't killed anyone? Would that be considered confessing or resisting?" Wukong asked, puzzled.

"Do you think we'll believe you so easily? Now that you're inside the police station, you're a suspect. You must confess; you can't resist," Director Zheng said sternly.

"What kind of twisted logic is this? According to you, anyone you suspect can't easily escape?"

"You could say that. What do you think? I see you're a smart man. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. You'd better cooperate with us and confess honestly," Director Zheng said amiably.

"But I really have nothing to say to you," Wukong said casually.

Director Zheng gave a wink to the vicious policeman beside him. The policeman understood, raised the thick, hard plastic baton high, and aimed it at Wukong's shoulder. Wukong didn't dodge or flinch. Just as the baton was about to hit him, the policewoman opposite him suddenly cried out in alarm, "Stop!"

The baton stopped abruptly in mid-air.

"Xiao Wu, what are you doing?" Director Zheng stared at the policewoman, asking angrily.

"Director Zheng, I don't think torture is the only way. Let me try, okay?" Policewoman Xiao Wu looked at Wukong with pity.

"Alright then, you two interrogate him again. I'm going out to rest." Director Zheng got up to leave.

"You come with me too. Looking at your fierce appearance, I'm sure I'll have nightmares tonight. Let this pretty policewoman be alone with me." Wukong said sternly to the vicious policeman holding a short baton.

"Damn it, you're asking for it." The vicious policeman cursed through gritted teeth, raising the baton and striking Wukong again.

Chapter 75 A Scene at the Police Station

(This book aims to portray Sun Wukong from a completely new perspective, infusing him with human emotions and a sense of humanity, with the goal of illustrating the Buddhist principle that good and evil are ultimately rewarded, and that wealth and beauty are ultimately empty. However, this may displease some readers, as they may perceive Sun Wukong as omnipotent. In reality, if you look at Journey to the West, how many setbacks has Sun Wukong encountered? Many times, he has relied on the help of Guanyin, Buddha, and others. Hehe, just a side note. If you're unhappy with the reading, feel free to discuss it, but it's best not to use vicious language; that's not the behavior of a well-mannered reader.)

The corrupt policeman raised his short baton high, aiming to smash it down on Wukong's head. The policewoman beside him, Xiao Wu, was terrified, closing her eyes and daring not to watch. She thought, "Even if Wukong's head is hard, it can't withstand the heavy blow of that short, thick baton."

However, after a while, the expected screams were not heard. Xiao Wu felt strange and opened his eyes. He saw Duan Nanbangguo suspended in mid-air, the evil policeman's hand held by Wukong's, unable to move. He was astonished; when had his handcuffs been removed? It was truly unbelievable.

Wukong stood calmly, looking at the evil

policeman's flushed and contorted face, and said, "Your methods are too vicious! Facing a handcuffed man powerless to resist, you actually resorted to such cruelty! Heh heh, your heart is too black! How can there be such a villain in the police force?" He gripped the policeman's wrist and tightened his grip, a series of crisp cracking sounds filling the air. The evil policeman's wrist bones were completely broken. Wukong released his hand, and the evil policeman doubled over in pain, glaring at Wukong with a vicious look, his left hand reaching for his gun at his waist.

Wukong laughed angrily, saying, "Still want to make a futile struggle? Let me send you on your way!" With that, he delivered a flying kick, striking the policeman squarely in the shoulder. The wicked policeman, like a deflated balloon, bounced three or four meters away before collapsing to the ground, unconscious from the pain.

Director Zheng was dumbfounded; the turn of events had happened so suddenly. The loud thud of the policeman falling jolted him awake, and he hurriedly fled towards the door. Wukong leaped up, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him high, and threw him into the room. Director Zheng's heavy body lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. Wukong walked over, stepped on his body, and said, "Want to leave? Not so easy."

Director Zheng lay on the ground,

wincing , and said, "Sun Wukong, you intentionally assaulted a police officer, a serious crime. I advise you to surrender obediently, or you'll regret it!"

Wukong laughed and said, "Bullshit! I, Old Sun, am not afraid of even the Heavenly King himself, why would I be afraid of a mere policeman like you? Today I'm here to rid the people of this scourge, to eliminate you vermin who aid and abet evil!"

A cold voice sounded beside him: "Sun Wukong, let go of your foot, you're under arrest! Hands up, or I'll shoot!"

Wukong turned his head and saw a policewoman, Xiao Wu, standing a meter behind him, her hands tightly gripping a pistol, aiming at him. Wukong moved swiftly, appearing behind her in the blink of an eye. He grabbed her wrist tightly with his right hand, and with his left, he snatched her pistol, saying with a grin, "Little girl, don't play with guns, be careful they don't go off accidentally!" Wukong thought that she had just stopped the wicked policeman from being violent towards him, so she shouldn't be a bad person; otherwise, he probably would have left her lying on the ground too.

Xiao Wu was shocked that Wukong had so easily taken her gun. Her hands were held captive by his right hand, rendering her immobile. Her face flushed red with embarrassment and anger. "Let me go! What kind of behavior is this, grabbing someone's hands like that

?"

Hearing this, Wukong realized his mistake and quickly released her, saying, "Hehe, who told you to point a gun at me? Don't touch me again. For a young lady, this kind of physical contact is bad for your image."

Xiao Wu rubbed her numb wrists, saying, "Ouch! Those aren't hands, they're like iron clamps! My hands are all swollen!"

Perhaps the interrogation room was well-soundproofed; the commotion inside went unnoticed by the police outside. Wukong walked over, grabbed Director Zheng by the collar, and lifted him up, making him sit in the seat he had just vacated. Director Zheng's face was ashen, like a defeated rooster, completely devoid of his previous authority. Holding the pistol he'd just snatched from Xiao Wu, Wukong pointed it at Director Zheng's temple and coldly said, "Hmph, didn't expect that, did you? Now the roles are reversed, and your life is in my hands!"

Director Zheng forced himself to remain calm and said, "Sun Wukong, there are dozens of policemen outside. If you fire, you won't leave this police station."

"What do you think? Let me tell you honestly, even the Wutong Night Rain gang, which boasts five thousand members, was severely weakened by me.

Compared to your police, who has the superior firepower?" Wukong said disdainfully.

Cold sweat streamed down Director Zheng's forehead, and a chill ran through him. The Wutong Night Rain gang used to be incredibly powerful; even his police station dared not confront them directly. He never imagined that this distinguished-looking man could handle him. His abilities were indeed unfathomable. His body trembled violently as he said, "So you committed both the major cases at Wutong Manor and Wutong Farm?"

"You could say that. But don't you think they all deserved to die? There were hundreds of so-called prisoners locked up at Wutong Farm, living a life worse than death. I couldn't stand it, so I rescued them. Indirectly speaking, I actually did your police station a huge favor. Shouldn't your police station apply for a Good Samaritan award for me?" Wukong asked with a smile.

Director Zheng was both amused and exasperated. Who could be so shameless? However, upon reflection, Wukong's words weren't entirely unreasonable. With the Wutong Night Rain gone, the threat of evil forces would be reduced, and the police station wouldn't have to be subservient to anyone anymore. Sun Wukong's actions weren't necessarily a bad thing. Thinking this way, he felt much

better and said, "What you said seems to make sense. However, it's really uncomfortable for you to have a gun pointed at my head like this. Could you please move the gun away first, and we can sit down and talk calmly?"

Wukong put the gun down and tossed it onto the table. Director Zheng sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, and said, "Sigh, this is the first time in my life I've had a gun pointed at my head."

"Hehe, you've probably had your head pressed many times, haven't you? It's good for you to experience this feeling, otherwise you police officers would be pointing guns at people's heads all the time," Wukong teased.

Director Zheng's face flushed red and then turned pale with embarrassment, but he was speechless because what Wukong said was true.

"Also, why do you police officers treat cases like bandits? If I hadn't been quick-witted just now, I'd probably be dead by now." Wukong pointed at the male police officer lying on the ground and said, "Was this guy a bandit before he became a policeman?"

"Hehe, that big guy got in through a test. He wasn't like this before. He's been a policeman for a long time, and that's how he becomes. Don't worry, I'll discipline him," Director Zheng said with a smile. "However, your case is being personally overseen by Vice Mayor Li. I don't think he'll let it go easily."

Wukong laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'll go after that old man Li Datong. No problem at all. Whether he can keep his job is still unknown!" After a pause, he asked, "Didn't a TV reporter named Yang Ru come to your police station a while ago and submit some evidence of Wutong Yeyu's crimes? It included records of financial dealings between Li Datong and other officials and Wutong Yeyu. Has your police station investigated that?"

Director Zheng thought for a moment and cautiously said, "Too many officials are involved. I've already submitted the materials to the higher-ups in the police department. I guess they're investigating."

"That's good. I thought you destroyed the evidence," Wukong said, looking directly into Director Zheng's eyes.

"Hehe, don't think so badly of me. Actually, I also wanted to improve public security, but Wutong Yeyu's power was too great before, and I was willing but unable to do anything about it. Now that the powerful enemy has been eliminated, it's time for me, Zheng, to show my skills. To be honest, I want to thank you." Director Zheng held Wukong's hand and said sincerely, "I will apply to the higher authorities for a

bravery ."

"Hehe, don't take my jokes seriously. It's good that you don't hold grudges, which puts my mind at ease. By the way, did you fall just now?"

Upon hearing this, Director Zheng touched his waist, which was very sore. He frowned and said, "It hurts, but I can't help it. It really hurts. You're so strong. Someone my weight, you throw me like a rag. You're truly a natural-born superhuman."

The policewoman Xiao Wu next to him couldn't help but chuckle and said, "His strength is more than just natural-born. It's practically an abnormal structure. His body might not be made of flesh and blood, maybe it's made of stone."

Wukong laughed and said, "Little girl, you're really smart. You're right. Haha, I was born from a stone!"

Wukong's words left the two policewomen stunned. They stared at Wukong blankly, as if he were an alien.

Chapter 76 The Feast of Beauties

Today is Vice Mayor Li's fifty-first birthday. At noon, a grand banquet was held at the hotel. People from all walks of life, eager to curry favor, flocked to the scene. Li and his wife, both haggard and worn, were exhausted from receiving so much money and gifts. He couldn't help but sigh that being an official wasn't as easy as outsiders made it out to be; the process of receiving gifts was far too tedious and annoying. He secretly thought that next year he should simply openly announce an account so they could deposit money directly into it, saving a lot of trouble.

Having received the gifts, it was time to relax. That evening, Li booked a suite at the hotel and then called each of his eighteen closest lovers to inform them. He euphemistically called this event the "Banquet of Beauties," a tradition he'd been running for three years now, except this year there were six more participants than last year's twelve. This showed his growing charm, and his sense of accomplishment unconsciously increased. Of course, he didn't need to inform his wife, lest she feel overwhelmed by the attention of all the beauties.

At five o'clock, Lord Li canceled all his engagements and arrived at the private room he had reserved. Eighteen women, dressed in their finest attire, were already

there, not one missing. Upon seeing Lord Li enter, they all stood up to greet him. Li Datong, beaming, basked in their blessings, one woman putting her arm around his slender waist, another giving him a playful pat on the backside, enjoying the scene immensely.

Looking at the women seated around a large round table, each one as beautiful as a flower, chattering away like a flock of happy sparrows, Li Datong always felt a surge of pride at such moments. As the saying goes, "One true friend in life is enough," and now he had a table full of beautiful women; his decades as an official had not been in vain. Seeing himself moving effortlessly among these women, without any jealousy or rivalry, Li Datong was quite pleased with himself.

The women present were like peacocks displaying their full plumage, trying their best to show their most alluring side. Their faces wore alluring smiles. Though each harbored their own ulterior motives, they all knew that vying for Li Datong's attention would only lead to humiliation. At the first such gathering, one woman, feeling favored and unwilling to share Li Datong with the other women, displayed a sullen expression and, under the influence of alcohol, uttered some unpleasant words. Li Datong, with a cold expression,

slapped her several times in public, and she disappeared from his sight afterward.

Therefore, no one dared to show the slightest displeasure. Everyone tacitly understood their own place in the crowd. Surrounded by admirers, they fawned over Li Datong, feeding him fruit and dishes, making him feel like an emperor, dizzy and disoriented.

"Haha, everyone's in good spirits today! Come, let's all have a drink to celebrate my fifty-first birthday!" Li Datong raised his glass in invitation. Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"Alas, time waits for no one. In the blink of an eye, I'm fifty-one. As the saying goes, 'At thirty, one stands firm; at forty, one is free from doubt.' Now, I'm not only free from doubt, but I'm almost seventy!" After a glass of wine, Li Datong couldn't help but sigh. Thinking back on these years of struggling in the officialdom, constantly on edge, guarding against this and that, his life was far from carefree. Life is short; one should enjoy it while one can.

"Vice Mayor Li, you don't look old at all! You're in your prime, more ferocious than a tiger in bed!" the woman sitting next to him said sweetly.

"Haha

, Yu Nannan is so glib. Saying such shameless things in front of so many people, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Li Datong laughed and scolded. He wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, he was quite pleased. As people get older, they hate it most when others say they're not good enough. Now that Nannan compared him to a tiger, even though he knew it was flattery, he was still very happy. Yu Nannan, originally just a low-level civil servant, had risen to the position of deputy director of the tourism bureau in just two years after hooking up with Li Datong. Naturally, she was grateful to Li Datong.

"Hehe, Deputy Mayor Li, everyone here is on our side. A little frankness is understandable. Don't you all agree?" Yu Nannan raised her head and addressed the women present.

"However, I don't think comparing Deputy Mayor Li to a tiger is quite appropriate," another woman with large eyes said with a laugh.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent. The suite was quiet; everyone was astonished that this woman dared to say such a thing. Li Datong's face darkened instantly.

The woman with large eyes remained calm, and under everyone's astonished gazes, said leisurely, "I think Deputy Mayor Li isn't like a tiger, but more like a dinosaur."

As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of silvery laughter erupted in the room.

Li Datong's expression brightened. He chuckled, "This vixen, she really knows how to talk. I was genuinely worried she might say something unpleasant. If anyone's that tactless, they can forget about working in my territory.

" Amidst the laughter, one said, "Hehe, the word 'dinosaur' is most fitting for Vice Mayor Li; he truly deserves it!"

Another added, "May Vice Mayor Li always be as vigorous as ever, and full of energy every day!"

Everyone showered Li Datong with compliments. Li Datong was delighted, feeling invigorated, as if he had suddenly become thirty years younger. Looking at the women at the table, each more beautiful than the last, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He said, "All of you here are my confidantes, and today we're all good sisters. Since we're all so happy, I have a suggestion: let's all take off our clothes, be completely honest with each other, and be

uninhibited What do you all say?"

Hearing Li Datong's suggestion, some women shyly lowered their heads. Few of those present were prostitutes; some were civil servants, and others held minor official positions. Naturally, they had reservations about stripping naked in public.

Seeing the awkward silence, Li Datong, feeling a little embarrassed, said, "Everyone, don't worry. I booked this suite; absolutely no outsiders will be coming in. Nannan, go tell the staff not to come in unless it's absolutely necessary. How about this: I'll take my clothes off first, and you all follow suit." He then got up and began to remove his own clothes. In no time, everyone was completely naked. Yu Nannan went outside

and whispered a few words to the staff member outside. The staff member nodded vigorously, repeatedly saying, "Don't worry, I won't let any outsiders in."

Yu Nannan returned to her seat and saw everyone undressing, each lost in their own thoughts. In the blink of an eye, the once glamorous women were all naked, the room filled with a seductive, alluring scene. She hesitated for a moment, but seeing Li Datong

looking at her encouragingly, she could only blush and strip naked.

"Hehe, Nannan, with a figure like yours, wearing clothes is such a waste! Who the hell invented clothes? Don't you think it would be better if all women didn't wear clothes?" Li Datong reached out and grabbed Yu Nannan's slender waist, his other hand following up to her breasts.

"Um, no, so many people are watching." Yu Nannan saw everyone's eyes on them—some jealous, some disdainful, some indifferent—and blushed deeply, whispering in Li Datong's ear. She felt humiliated, feeling even lower than a prostitute.

"Hehe, still shy. Don't be afraid, everyone here is your good sister, who will laugh at you!" Li Datong grabbed her hand. Although they had been intimate countless times in bed, she felt a little embarrassed in front of everyone, so she held her hand tightly and dared not move.

Li Datong, not having had his fill, looked rather unpleasant. He personally filled her glass and said, "It's

my birthday banquet, everyone, don't be shy, just drink to your heart's content. Also, I propose that tonight we select a 'Most Courageous Beauty,' and award her a grand prize of 100,000 yuan after the banquet!"

Everyone became excited and applauded enthusiastically. 100,000 yuan wasn't a lot, but if she won this grand prize, her position in Vice Mayor Li's eyes would be unshakeable. Moreover, standing out among a group of beauties would be something to be very proud of.

"You all have the time to shine, show what makes you unique, and then I'll judge and award you in front of everyone!" Li Datong said with a smile, holding her hand.

Chapter 077 Half-Day Trip to the Underworld (Part 1)

Just as things were getting lively, the pleading voice of a waiter sounded outside the door.

"Oh dear, sir, you can't go in. I've already told you, this is Vice Mayor Li's private room. No one can go in without his permission."

"Heh, do I need to write an application to come in? Who is Li Datong? I came here specifically to see him!"

With a loud bang, the suite door was kicked open from the outside. A tall, handsome man strode in.

"Oh dear!" The women in the room, all completely naked, were shocked and embarrassed upon seeing the young man enter, and panicked. The female attendant who followed was also startled, never expecting that officials could have such a way of life. He hurriedly said, "Vice Mayor Li, I didn't let him in."

"Hehe, I'm afraid I've entered the wrong place. This place is the Spider Cave! Vice Mayor Li, we meet again! Hehe, we're old friends, no need to be so happy you're trembling, right?"

Li Datong trembled like a leaf, saying, "Sun Wukong, it's you again?"

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Aren't you welcome

? I heard you've been thinking of me, so I came to find you. It's not easy to see you!"

"Welcome."

"Hehe, your welcome ceremony is quite special! But I like it!" Wukong looked around the beautiful room and teased.

Li Datong's good mood plummeted.

Wukong dragged the drowsy Li Datong to a city. Looking up, he saw the three large characters "Netherworld" written on it. He patted Li Datong's face and shouted, "We're here! We're here! Wake up!"

Li Datong woke up from his daze, heard Wukong's shout, and slowly came to his senses. Opening his eyes, he saw a man with a pointed face and monkey-like features standing before him, grabbing his hand and refusing to let go. "Who are you? Why are you holding my hand?" he cried.

"Haha, Vice Mayor Li, you really have a bad memory. I've dealt with you many times. Think carefully, who pulled you out of the hotel just now?"

"You're Sun Wukong!" Li Datong's eyes widened, as if he'd seen a ghost. Sigh, this Sun Wukong was truly his nemesis from a past life, a persistent ghost that always ruined his plans.

"Haha, not bad, not bad! Looks like your years as an official haven't been wasted; you're quick-witted, finally recognizing me." Wukong praised him.

Despite the praise, Li Datong felt no joy. Looking up, he saw nothing but unfamiliar surroundings. Above the city gate, the words "Netherworld" were clearly written, and four blue-faced, fanged soldiers stood at the gate. He was greatly shocked. Wasn't the Netherworld the residence of Yama, the King of Hell? How did he end up here?

"Sun Wukong, am I dead?" Li Datong's teeth chattered, his voice trembling. He vaguely recalled that just moments ago he was enjoying the birthday wishes of his lovers, a feeling akin to paradise. Now, he'd suddenly fallen into hell. The contrast was too stark. "

Hehe, I'm not dead, but I probably won't live much longer. I'm in the mood today, so I've brought you to this scenic Netherworld for a visit. Do you like it?" Wukong said with a grin.

Li Datong wanted nothing more than to tear Wukong to pieces, but he dared not show a trace of hatred on his face. He had witnessed Sun Wukong's ruthlessness; if he angered him, ten lives wouldn't be enough. With a mournful face, he said, "If you want to travel, there are plenty of places

to go. Why did you have to choose this place? It's so gloomy, don't you feel scared?"

"Haha, why would I be afraid? I've been here before, it's like revisiting an old haunt! Hey, you four little devils at the door, come and greet your Grandpa Sun!" Wukong beckoned to the four ox-headed and horse-faced demons at the door.

The four little devils recognized Wukong, but dared not approach. Now, seeing Wukong beckoning, they hurriedly came over, bowed to Wukong, and said, "What are your orders, Great Sage?" "

Go in and send a message to King Yama, telling him that I, Old Sun, have brought someone to visit his Netherworld, and that he should make proper arrangements," Wukong instructed.

"Okay, Great Sage, please wait a moment. I'll go in and report right away." The little devil turned and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wukong had no patience to wait for him at the gate. He dragged Li Datong inside. Once inside the city gate, the light suddenly dimmed, shrouded in a somber atmosphere, and faint, terrifying screams echoed through the air, sending chills down Li Datong's spine and making his legs weak. He was originally an atheist and had never believed in ghosts or gods. But

now, standing in the Netherworld, facing this chilling scene, his faith underwent a complete transformation. Who said there were no ghosts or gods in the world? They just hadn't had the chance to see them.

"I...I still won't go in, okay?" Li Datong pleaded pitifully.

"Hehe, you've come all this way, how can you give up halfway?" Wukong said, pulling his arm. "Wouldn't it be too impolite to leave like this? Yama and the others are waiting for us in the Hall of Hell. Shouldn't we at least go in for a cup of tea and a rest? It wasn't easy for me to bring you all this way!"

They hadn't gone far when a row of people stood in front of them, respectfully welcoming the two. Wukong looked closely and saw King Qin Guang, King Chu Jiang, King Song Di, King Wu Guan, King Yama, King Ping Deng, King Tai Shan, King Du Shi, King Bian Cheng, and King Zhuan Lun—all ten Kings of Hell were present, not one missing.

"We were unaware of your arrival, Great Sage. We have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive us!" the ten Kings of Hell said, bowing respectfully.

"Oh dear, it's my fault for disturbing you!" Wukong went over and returned the bow.

The group exchanged pleasantries. King Chujiang asked, "Great Sage, what important matter brings you here? You haven't just come to visit us old

folks, have you?"

"Of course," Wukong replied, pushing the pale-faced Li Datong forward. "Besides visiting some old friends, I have another purpose: to bring someone to see the legendary eighteen levels of hell. Heh, to be honest, I'm also a little curious about what these eighteen levels of hell are like." He continued, "This is Vice Mayor Li. He's traveled all over the world, except for the Underworld. He said he really wants to broaden his horizons."

The Ten Kings of Hell looked at the trembling Li Datong and chuckled inwardly. Who in this world would voluntarily request to go to hell? It was most likely that this mischievous monkey, Wukong, forced him here, even though he claimed someone had begged him to bring him. King Yama chuckled, "Taking you there is no problem, but I'm afraid I'll frighten them. Not everyone is as brave as you, Great Sage."

Li Datong quickly put on a fawning smile and said, "You're right, my courage is barely bigger than a mouse's. Let me tell you, I'm terrified even when I get up to use the toilet at night." "Heh heh, Lord Li is indeed quite timid. What are you afraid of?" King Pingdeng asked

with a cold laugh . Li Datong was speechless. "He has too many things to fear. He fears his enemies, he fears being isolated and investigated, he fears losing his official position, he fears the wronged souls returning to settle scores with him..." Wukong looked at Li Datong with a half-smile and continued, "As the saying goes, if you have never done anything wrong, you won't be afraid of a knock at the door in the middle of the night. Lord Li has done far too many wrong things, hasn't he?" Upon hearing this, the Ten Kings of Hell understood why Wukong had come. King Qin Guang said, "A person's deeds in the mortal world, whether good or evil, are all clearly recorded in the Book of Merits and Demerits in the Hall of Hell. I will retrieve it later for you two to review carefully. Please come with me to the Hall of Hell for a while. Then we, the Ten Kings of Hell, will act as your guides and show you the true face of the eighteen levels of hell." "Alright, but King Qin Guang, you'd better serve me some good tea. However, I'm a little uneasy about having ten of you as guides. It's such a big fuss, and it might disrupt your daily work in the Netherworld. Actually, just sending a judge or something to accompany us would be fine," Wukong said to King Qin Guang with a grin. "Haha, Great Sage, don't feel embarrassed. Actually, we don't have anything urgent to do . We spend most of our time together chatting and drinking tea. The actual work is all handled by the little devils below us," King Taishan said casually. "Hehe, no wonder you all came so quickly. I was just wondering why. It turns out your main job is to chat and talk. In that respect, you're similar to officials in the mortal world—you're all bored. But when officials are bored, they have many places to amuse themselves: mahjong parlors, foot massage parlors, saunas, massage parlors, farms—anywhere can kill a day. There are none of these facilities in the Netherworld, so the difference is obvious. I think you should consider some reforms; the burden on your shoulders is not light," Wukong criticized. "Hehe, Great Sage, you're quite the joker. As leaders of the Netherworld, we all firmly remember the Ten Virtues and strictly adhere to them. The places you speak of, Great Sage, are places we must never set foot in. These Ten Virtues are: 1. Do not kill; 2. Do not steal; 3. Do not commit adultery; 4. Do not lie; 5. Do not speak frivolously; 6. Do not speak divisively; 7. Do not speak harshly; 8. Do not be greedy; 9. Do not be angry; 10. Do not hold wrong views," Emperor Song solemnly declared. Wukong's head throbbed with disbelief. He thought, "Another nagging fellow today. I heard the Buddha recite this stuff countless times every day back in the Buddhist realm. I never imagined I'd have to listen to him ramble on like this again. Am I supposed to learn this textbook stuff all over again?" He hurriedly interrupted his rambling, saying, "Emperor Song must be thirsty after talking for so long. Why don't we go to your office now, brew a good cup of tea, and sit down to chat?" Li Datong broke out in a cold sweat. He secretly calculated the many guilty things he had done, and his steps became heavy; his mood was worse than going to the execution ground. Chapter 78 Half-Day Trip to the Underworld (Part Two) Wukong and the other followed the Ten Kings of Hell to the Hall of Yama. The Ten Kings of Hell bowed and invited them, and Wukong, without ceremony, went straight to the center seat on the south side. The Ten Kings of Hell sat on either side and politely invited Li Datong to sit down. How could Li Datong dare to sit down? He stood beside Wukong, trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe. The judge served fragrant tea. Wukong took a sip and was immediately struck by its aroma, which lingered on his palate. He exclaimed, "Excellent tea! Excellent tea! I never knew the Yama Palace had such fine tea. It seems your standard of living is far superior to mine!" King Qin Guang laughed and said, "Great Sage, if you're interested, why don't you move in with us? That way we'll have another companion to boast with, and you can drink the Yama Palace's fine tea every day!" "Pah! King Qin Guang, what are you saying? Isn't that a veiled curse wishing me dead? Good tea can be enjoyed anywhere! Even the Buddha has plenty of it!" Wukong feigned anger, huffing and puffing. Everyone burst into laughter. After a brief pause, Wukong asked, "I have another question for you. Five hundred years ago, a mysterious fire broke out on Flower Fruit Mountain, leaving all the monkeys homeless. Could you please investigate where they went ? Hmph, if so, I, Old Sun, will certainly not let you off!" Yama thought for a moment and said, "Great Sage, we cannot help you with this." "Why?" Wukong asked. "Have you forgotten? That time you wreaked havoc in the Underworld, you not only crossed your own name off the Book of Life and Death, but you also crossed out the names of all the monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain. Therefore, we really cannot find out the whereabouts of the monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain," Yama said cautiously. Wukong scratched his head, remembering that it was indeed true. At that time, he had impulsively crossed out the names of all the monkeys off the Book of Life and Death, which had angered the Jade Emperor, who sent Li Jing and his son with a group of heavenly soldiers to besiege him on Flower Fruit Mountain. Now, of course, there's no way to investigate. So he chuckled awkwardly and said, "Hehe, if Yama hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about this. But since my name isn't on the Book of Life and Death, I should be safe. Oh well, I'll just have to investigate myself slowly. One day I'll find out the truth!"

King Yama secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he was genuinely afraid of Wukong's fiery temper; if he were to anger him, it would be no laughing matter.

Wukong then asked, "Just now outside the Yama's Palace, you said there was a Book of Life and Death, and also a Book of Merits and Demerits. I'd like to see what's recorded in Lord Li's book of merits and demerits."

Upon hearing this, the judge presented a pre-prepared book of merits and demerits, turned to Li Datong's page, and handed it to Wukong for inspection. Wukong looked at it and exclaimed, "Wow, Li Datong is truly a serial villain! A whole page filled with his misdeeds!" Embezzlement, bribery, oppressing ordinary people, acting as a protector of organized crime, using his power to seduce women—and even more despicable was his penchant for preying on underage girls. The book of merits and demerits recorded that the youngest woman who had suffered at his hands was only thirteen years old.

Wukong, seething with rage, looked up and glared fiercely at Li Datong, his eyes blazing with fury. Li Datong stole a glance at Wukong, catching his murderous glare. His heart pounded with guilt, his hands and feet turning icy cold. He thought to himself, "This time, I probably won't be able to leave this Yama Palace unscathed. "

Wukong

slammed the Book of Merits and Demerits onto the table in front of him, saying, "Li Datong, open your eyes and look carefully. Is everything recorded here true?"

Li Datong leaned closer, scrutinizing the book. The more he read, the more alarmed he became. Although the Yama Palace was eerily cold and desolate, beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down his forehead. Some events were so long ago that he had almost forgotten them, but the Book of Merits and Demerits was crystal clear. Upon reflection, every single one was indeed true.

"Well, can you remember everything?" Wukong asked coldly, his face grim.

Li Datong stood frozen, his mind completely blank.

"Hmph, even if you don't admit it, the sweat on your brow has already betrayed you. Li Datong, look at what you've done on this merit and demerit list; even if you die ten times, it wouldn't be too much," Wukong said snortingly. "But I don't understand why such a wicked official can still live in this world? King Yama, isn't this your mistake or dereliction of duty?"

King Yama hurriedly stood up and said, "Great Sage, you are mistaken! The Netherworld is the underworld of the earth. Heaven has gods and earth has ghosts; yin and yang rotate; birds are born and beasts die;

male and female alternate." Through biochemistry, a pregnant woman becomes a man. This is a natural number and cannot be changed. As the saying goes, life and death are determined by fate. Everyone's life span is destined by fate. His good or evil deeds only determine whether he will go to heaven or hell after death and have little impact on his life span. However, since the Great Sage asked, I asked the judge to get the Book of Life and Death and show the Great Sage his longevity.

The judge searched for a while, handed the book of life and death to Wukong, opened one of the pages, and said, "Great Sage, what is recorded here is the life span of Li Datong. Please take a look at it!"

"Thank you!" "Wukong took it and looked at it. It read: Li Datong, died of illness at the age of fifty-one years and fifteen days.

"Li Datong, I heard that today is your birthday. Let me ask you, how old are you this year? "Wukong asked.

"I am fifty-one years old this year. "Li Datong answered honestly. He felt uneasy and wanted to know how long his life span was in the book of life and death of the King of Hell. But he didn't dare to ask, so he had to keep the question in his heart.

Hearing Li Datong's answer, Wukong breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, "The world is still fair. Otherwise, if good people always die young and evil people live long, life would be even more unbearable.

" "Li Datong, you've been looking at that book of merits and demerits for so long, and in such detail, have you found anything you missed?" Wukong asked.

"No, nothing's missing. It's all written clearly in there," Li Datong hurriedly replied. He himself didn't know how many bad things he had done, and he was truly afraid that Yama, the King of Hell, would settle accounts with him in detail, and that would probably only make things worse.

Wukong turned to another page, where it read: Li Qing, lifespan 28 years and 50 days, committed suicide. Remembering Li Qing's appearance, Wukong couldn't help but look at his birth details; the father's name wasn't Li Datong's.

“Heh heh, Li Datong, you’ve slept with countless men’s wives and daughters your whole life, but you probably don’t know that your only son, Li Qing, isn’t your biological child. Unbelievable, isn’t it? Perhaps this is retribution!” Wukong put down the Book of Life and Death and said.

“What? You’re not lying to me, are you?” Li Datong’s face turned pale, and he almost couldn’t stand.

“Why would I lie to you? It’s written in black and white, how could it be false?” Wukong said.

Li Datong lunged forward, trying to snatch it to look. Wukong grabbed it, saying, “Alas, not just

anyone can see this Book of Life and Death; heavenly secrets cannot be revealed.”

Li Datong stood swaying, saying desperately, “As expected! So all my suspicions were right. How could I, Li Datong, have such an ugly child? That woman lied to me. All this time, I’ve been kept in the dark! I’m so stupid, raising someone else’s son for twenty-eight years…” His face was ashen; terror and despair made him look emaciated, like a wandering ghost.

“Li Datong, your current state shows you are in great pain. But think about it, how many people suffer the same pain because of your promiscuity?” King Pingdeng said to Li Datong.

Li Datong listened and pondered carefully, finding it indeed reasonable. Thinking of the beautiful flowers around him, each one fragrant and delightful, he felt much better and let out a few strange laughs, saying, “Haha, I, Li Datong, have enjoyed all the riches and glory, and have countless beautiful women. Even if I am cast into the eighteenth level of hell after death, my life will not have been in vain!”

Wukong frowned and said, “He’s terminally ill! Even if Hua Tuo were alive, he couldn’t cure him. His head is already filled with yellow fluid!”

King Yama stood up

and suggested, “Great Sage, since we’re here, let’s take him on a tour of the eighteenth level of hell.”

“Great! I’d love to see it!” Wukong readily agreed.

Chapter 79 A Half-Day Trip to the Underworld (Part 3)

Sun Wukong stood up in the center of the south side, and the Ten Kings of Hell also stood up.

"Hehe, is it necessary for so many people to accompany us? Half of us will be enough. Otherwise, if you all leave, the little devils won't be able to see a leader to report to." Wukong felt bad and hurriedly advised.

"Alright, we'll have five people accompany the Great Sage. The other five will stay and keep watch in the Hall of Hell." King Yama selected four other people to go with him: King Qin Guang, King Song Di, King Ping Deng, and King Du Shi.

When they arrived at the gates of Hell, a heavy stone door was tightly closed, and two blue-faced, fanged demons stood guard at the door, holding long forks. Seeing Wukong and the others approaching, they quickly straightened their chests and gave a standard demon soldier salute.

"Open the door," King Yama ordered.

The little devils obeyed and slowly opened the stone door. A pale white fog rushed in, along with a nauseating smell of blood. Li Datong's stomach churned violently, and he gagged several times, barely managing to hold it in and prevent himself from vomiting up everything.

"Please come in! Hehe, not feeling too good, are you? But your reaction is normal; many people who come in start by vomiting

." Yama, the King of Hell, looked at Li Datong's bloodless face. He had initially wanted to say that everyone ended up fainting, but fearing Li Datong might actually faint, he remained silent.

Inside, he saw a large group of men and women, all bound hand and foot. Some were sitting on the ground, others kneeling. Eighteen little devils, holding black iron pliers, pried open the bound mouths, clamped the tongues with the pliers, stretched them out, slowly pulled, longer and longer, and then ripped them out. The victims let out heart-wrenching screams, their long tongues writhing in the pliers. The little devils then inserted the pliers into the sinners' mouths, reattached the tongues, and pulled them out again.

"The first level of this hell is the Hell of Tongue-Pulling. All those who, in life, sow discord, slander and harm others, are glib-tongued, use clever words to argue, and lie and deceive, will be cast into this Hell after death," King Qin Guang explained to Wukong and Li Datong.

Li Datong watched with trepidation, his hands and feet turning cold.

Moving on to the second level, the eighteen demons here didn't hold iron pincers, but rather long, gleaming, sharp scissors. They clamped the sinner's hands with the scissors and then squeezed hard.

The sinner's hands were severed, bright red blood gushing out like arrows, filling the air with a thick, pungent stench of blood.

"The second level is the Scissors Hell. In the mortal world, if a woman's husband dies prematurely, leaving her a widow, and someone tries to persuade her to remarry or arrange a marriage for her, then after her death, she will be sent to the Scissors Hell, where her ten fingers will be cut off! Li Datong, look at that woman, what does she look like?" King Qin Guang pointed to a seductive woman.

Li Datong looked and saw that the woman was beautiful, with a rosy face and expressive eyes. Although her hands were bound, her eyes darted around, and she even gave Li Datong a flirtatious wink. She was truly a lovely and charming woman. Even though Li Datong was in hell, he couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction, fantasizing about spending a night with this seductive woman—even as a ghost, he would be romantic.

"Hehe, that woman is very famous; she's Pan Jinlian, who conspired with her lover Ximen Qing to kill her husband," King Qin Guang explained to him.

Li Datong's heart lit up. Ah, no wonder this woman possessed such captivating charm; she was none other than the infamous Pan Jinlian. She was the dream girl of many men. It was truly heartbreaking to see her reduced to such a state.

"Brother, be gentle, I'm afraid of pain. A young man as handsome and kind as you is, of course you'd know how to cherish a beautiful woman. I'm overthinking it," Pan Jinlian pleaded sweetly with the little devil holding the scissors.

The little devil, expressionless, exerted force, severing Pan Jinlian's delicate white hand at the wrist.

"Ah!" Li Datong's tender heart was utterly shattered by this high-pitched and piercing scream.

Upon reaching the third level, he saw eighteen iron trees, their branches and leaves all sharp blades of varying lengths, gleaming with a cunning light. The sinner was thrown down from the second level by the little devils, a sharp blade piercing through his back, leaving him hanging alive on a tree. The pain of that blade through his back is unimaginable.

"This is the third level, the Iron Tree Hell," Yama, the King of Hell, explained. "Anyone who sows discord among family members, instigating discord between fathers, sons, brothers, sisters, or spouses while alive will be sent to the Iron Tree Hell after death." "

Heh, the instruments of torture in this hell are truly bizarre. I, Old Sun, have certainly broadened my horizons today," Sun Wukong exclaimed.

"Yes, the scenery is even more different as we go down," the City King said calmly.

Entering the fourth level, the scenery was indeed different. In this level of hell stood a huge bronze mirror, as tall as a building.

"What is this thing? Is it for dressing up sinners?" Wukong asked curiously.

"Haha, of course not. This fourth level is the Mirror of Retribution Hell. If a sinner commits a crime in the mortal world, and if he doesn't confess the truth, or pulls strings and bribes to cover it up, even if he escapes punishment, he will eventually die. He will report to the underworld, be sent to the Mirror of Retribution Hell, and have his sins revealed in this mirror. Then he will be sent to different hells to suffer. As the saying goes, the net of heaven is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it. No matter how evil one does, on the day of death, no one can escape the reflection of this mirror." King Yama said with a smile.

"This mirror is quite suitable for Li Datong to look into, to see what despicable things he has done in his life. Come, Li Datong, I'll take you there to look into it." Wukong suggested.

Li Datong was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he couldn't move his feet at all.

"Great Sage, please wait. Li Datong's lifespan hasn't ended yet, and he can't use the resources of these eighteen levels of hell for the time being." King Yama hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Such a bunch of stinky rules. Can't you charge extra? Heh, just kidding. Alright, since that's how it is, I won't force you. Let's continue to the fifth level." Wukong was just saying it casually; since Yama didn't approve, he had no choice but to give up.

On the fifth level, there were eighteen large steamers. Inside lay eighteen women, stripped naked, enveloped in steaming heat, their figures barely visible.

"The fifth level is the Steamer Hell. There are people who gossip and spread rumors, slandering and framing others—these are what people commonly call 'long-tongued women.' After death, such people are thrown into the Steamer Hell and steamed. Not only that, after being steamed, a cold wind blows, reshaping their bodies, and they are taken to the Tongue-Pulling Hell to have their tongues pulled out," Yama explained.

"Hehe, it seems that gossipy women are punished after death." Wukong stuck out

his tongue and said, "Zhu Bajie often talks badly about me behind my back, shouldn't we let him steam here?"

Yama laughed and said, "Zhu Bajie is the Clean Altar Messenger of the Buddhist realm, he will never fall into hell."

"That's too easy on him!" Wukong said, then tentatively asked, "Even if he breaks the Buddhist precepts, he will never fall into hell?"

"Well, I also..." Yama stammered, not knowing how to answer.

"Sigh, I know this is a difficult question for you to answer. Alright, don't look so distressed, please lead the way and let's walk through the remaining thirteen levels." Wukong said.

Before they even reached the sixth level, a faint smell of roasted meat wafted over.

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Chapter 080 Half-Day Trip to the Underworld (Part 4)

A faint smell of roasted meat wafted over in the air. Li Datong sniffed, thinking to himself, could it be that someone runs a barbecue restaurant in this hell? Upon descending to the sixth level of hell, the scene inside was horrifying.

In the center stood a copper pillar, one meter in diameter and two meters high. The pillar was hollow, filled with blazing red-hot flames. Below, eighteen small demons fanned it with large palm-leaf fans, quickly turning the pillar glowing red-hot. The demons stripped the sinners naked, forcing them to embrace the scorching pillar. A hissing sound filled the air as the sinners' bodies were charred black. The piercing

screams made Li Datong's heart pound, and he dared not look directly at them. King Pingdeng said, "This sixth level is the Copper Pillar Hell. Anyone who maliciously commits arson, or sets fires to destroy evidence and cause death, will be sent to the Copper Pillar Hell after death."

The group then passed through the seventh level, the Mountain of Knives Hell, and the eighth level, the Ice Mountain Hell, which King Yama explained in detail.

Upon reaching the ninth level, Li Datong looked around and exclaimed, "My goodness! What a huge cauldron of oil! It's as big as a basketball court!" The hot oil inside bubbled and churned. Eighteen little devils

stripped the sinners naked, throwing them into the oil to fry. The sinners' flesh sizzled and popped in the oil.

Li Datong looked closely and recognized two of them. He rubbed his eyes and examined them closely; it was Xiao Xiang and Tang San, who had died at Wutong Farm. Their eyes were vacant, their faces bloodless, and they were trembling. Li Datong exclaimed in surprise at encountering old acquaintances in such a place.

His exclamation attracted Xiao Xiang's attention. He looked over, recognized Li Datong, and a strange smile appeared on his face as he loudly greeted him, "Vice Mayor Li, it's been so long! I never expected to meet you here. We've come to the same end!"

A little devil beside him shouted angrily, "Hell is the place! No loud noises allowed!" In a few swift movements, he stripped Xiao Xiang naked, lifted him up, and threw him into the hot oil. Xiao Xiang was completely submerged, his face instantly becoming unrecognizable.

Li Datong was so frightened that he seemed to have lost his soul. He stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

"This ninth level is the Hell of the Boiling Cauldron. Anyone who, in the mortal world, engages in prostitution, theft, robbery, bullying the weak, abducting women and children, falsely accusing or slandering others, or seizing others' property or wives, will be sent to the Hell of the Boiling Cauldron after death," King Yama explained to Li Datong.

At this moment, Tang San was so frightened he lost control of his bladder, completely lacking his usual "cold-faced King Yama" demeanor. He pleaded loudly, "Vice Mayor Li, for the sake of my past service to you, please beg King Yama to spare me from the boiling cauldron!"

"Heh heh, Tang San, you committed countless evil deeds in the mortal world. Even if you were fried in the boiling cauldron a thousand times, it wouldn't be too much! Besides, Lord Li himself is barely safe; how can he help you?"

Amidst his pleas, Tang San was also thrown into the boiling cauldron, joining Xiao Xiang in her company.

"Hehe, that Tang San calls himself the Cold-Faced King of Hell, but he doesn't even qualify as a lowly ghost. Lord Li, seeing the fate of Xiao Xiang and Tang San, don't you feel a sense of shared sorrow?" Wukong glanced at Li Datong, noticing his dazed look and panicked expression.

Li Datong was speechless. His heart felt like it had been plunged into an ice cellar. Trembling, he followed Wukong and the others to visit the tenth level of the Ox Pit Hell, the eleventh level of the Stone Press Hell, the twelfth level of the Mortar and Pestle Hell, the thirteenth level of the Blood Pool Hell, the fourteenth level of the Unjust Death Hell, the fifteenth level of the Crucifixion Hell, and the sixteenth level of

the Volcano Hell. King Yama carefully explained each level.

"Hehe, King Yama, you did a great job as a tour guide today!" Wukong praised sincerely.

"Of course, with the Great Sage here, I should fulfill my duty as a host!" King Yama said, "After two more hells, we'll have visited all eighteen levels of hell."

Upon reaching the seventeenth level, they saw eighteen large stone mills in the center. Eighteen little devils grabbed the sinners around them, lifted the lid of the millstone, placed the sinners on it, closed the lid, and began grinding rapidly. In no time, the sinners were turned into minced meat. The bright red minced meat made Li Datong's stomach churn. This time, he couldn't hold back any longer, squatted down, and vomited violently, emptying everything he had eaten a year ago.

Yama, the King of Hell, looked at Li Datong squatting on the ground and said to Wukong, "This seventeenth level is the Millstone Hell. Those who waste grain, thieves, corrupt officials, and those who oppress the people will be sent to the Millstone Hell after death. Sinners are ground into minced meat, then their bodies are reshaped and ground again! Li Datong, look up and see if there are any people you know in this level of hell?"

Hearing

this looked up at the sinners. He saw that each of them was bloated and had an imposing presence. Their every gesture still carried a trace of their former authority.

"Does this feel familiar? Of course, they're all corrupt officials, naturally they're like you. Look, there are quite a few notable figures from past dynasties. There's Heshen, those two are Yan Song and his son, and Cai Jing—all very famous, enjoying wealth and glory in life, only to become blood and flesh after death." Yama pointed at the sinners before him, introducing them to Li Datong one by one.

Li Datong's mind went blank; he completely collapsed, his teeth chattering, unable to utter a word.

"Lord Li, didn't you say you'd already enjoyed all the riches and glory, and even if you went to hell immediately, it wouldn't be a wasted life? Why are you so panicked now? Are you afraid of those giant millstones?" Wukong teased him.

Li Datong, already vomiting profusely, was now being mocked by Wukong, the terror and shame making it hard to breathe, and he fainted.

"Is he dead?" Emperor Song asked. He added, "That would save trouble. We don't need the Black and White Impermanence to collect his

soul; we can just throw him directly into the Stone Mill Hell."

"Not yet. The Book of Life and Death records that he has fifteen days left to live," Wukong said, recalling the record.

"Now that Li Datong has fainted, should we still visit the final level, the Saw Hell?" Yama asked Wukong.

"Of course we should visit! Since we're here, how can we give up halfway? Li Datong is only temporarily unconscious. Tell the little devils to fetch some ice from the Ice Mountain Hell; I naturally have a way to wake him up immediately," Wukong said.

Yama hurriedly ordered one of the little devils to fetch the ice. In the blink of an eye, the little devil returned with two full baskets of crushed ice.

Wukong lifted the baskets and poured all the ice onto Li Datong's head, face, and body. Li Datong shivered and slowly woke up.

“Hey, buddy, a man should finish what he starts. Hang in there, there’s one last level of hell to visit, then we’re off!” Wukong patted Li Datong’s face and said.

Li Datong had no choice but to force himself to get up and follow. But his steps were noticeably unsteady, like a terminally ill

patient .

When they reached the eighteenth level of the Hell of Knives and Sawing, the horrific scene made Li Datong dizzy again.

“Ugh, what a nuisance!” Wukong said impatiently. Then he picked him up and strode back the way they came. In no time, they were out of hell’s gate. Wukong put Li Datong down, clapped his hands, and said to the Kings of Hell, “I’m leaving too. I’m so sorry to have bothered you all for so long.”

King Yama said, “Great Sage, you’re too kind. We’re all brothers, no need for formalities.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Wukong bid farewell to the Kings of Hell, dragged the dazed Li Datong, and headed straight for the mortal world.

This fright terribly frightened Li Datong. After returning home, he stayed in bed, sometimes lucid, sometimes confused, and plagued by nightmares, constantly crying out, "Don't arrest me! I won't go!" His wife consulted several doctors, but to no avail. He languished for fifteen days before finally passing away, his lifespan exactly matching the record in the Book of Life and Death. It seems the length of life is predetermined. But that's a story for later. Chapter

81: First Encounter with Adele

. Green Plains Bar was a fairly large bar located in the city center, not far from the Jinhua Hotel, only a ten-minute drive away. Upon entering the lobby, the appearance of Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue immediately drew everyone's attention, instantly becoming the focus of all eyes.

Situ Yu was used to this atmosphere; it almost always happened whenever she appeared in a place with men, so she didn't find it particularly special, her face remaining calm. Liu Yueyue, standing beside Situ Yu, felt uneasy under the intense gaze of everyone. Her face flushed, and she whispered, "Sister Yu, did we come to the wrong place? It seems like most of the people here are men. Those eyes look like they want to devour us."

Situ Yu smiled slightly and calmly said, "That's a good thing. It's because our little Yueyue is beautiful; she attracts attention wherever she goes."

Liu Yueyue pinched her waist with her slender hand and said, "Sister Yu, you're teasing me again. Brother Sun, you're laughing too; you two are so naughty." Sun Wukong chuckled softly beside her, "Little Yue, you really look beautiful tonight; no wonder everyone's staring." "Eyes."

While they were joking around, a waitress approached and politely asked, "Would you like to sit in the main hall or a private room?"

Situ Yu said, "Let's sit in the main hall. A friend told me that your Green Plains Bar has some exciting and novel programs every night. Please arrange a table for us where we can clearly see the program."

The waitress led the three to a table and said, "Please sit here. Luckily you arrived early, otherwise it would have been difficult to find seats in the main hall. Miss, you're right. Our bar hosts some interesting and novel programs every night after nine o'clock, and many customers come specifically for them. Tonight, a very important and mysterious figure will appear, giving everyone a real treat."

"Oh, really? Who is this mysterious figure?" Wukong asked curiously.

"Hehe, it's a secret for now. We'll reveal the mystery after nine o'clock." The waitress kept them in suspense and then asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Let's start with a bottle of Bordeaux red wine," Situ Yu said to the waitress.

"Xiaoyu, why are you in such a good mood to invite me for drinks today?" Wukong asked after we sat down

.

"Well, I've heard so much about Green Plain Bar, and I've heard they always have something new to offer. I've always wanted to come and see for myself, but I just haven't had the time. Now that the filming is going smoothly, we can finally take a break, so I came out to relax. Besides, tonight's main guest is Little Yue, I just dragged you along to make up the numbers!" Situ Yu looked at Wukong, playfully wrinkling her nose, and said, "Look,

Little Yue looks stunning, outshining everyone else here." Wukong looked at Liu Yueyue and thought she was like a lotus emerging from the water, pure and beautiful. He secretly admired Situ Yu's aesthetic sense. The light purple dress Yueyue was wearing was actually chosen by Situ Yu herself. It looked like it was tailor-made for her, fitting perfectly, elegant, and radiant.

Beside him, Situ Yu possessed a different kind of beauty—noble and elegant, with a captivating charm in every gesture.

Looking around the hall, he saw that most of the occupants were men, predominantly Europeans and Americans, robust and muscular, radiating vitality. Wukong wasn't surprised.

Although Aolai Kingdom was small, less than 100,000 square kilometers in area and with a resident population of less than three million, it was an island nation surrounded by the sea, boasting beautiful scenery and the famous Huaguo Mountain, making it a popular tourist destination, attracting many visitors each year, including numerous Europeans and Americans.

Therefore, seeing so many foreign men didn't bother Wukong. What was strange was that these burly European and American men were secretly glancing their way over, as if they'd never seen a beautiful woman before. But thinking about it, it made sense. These European and American men were used to dealing with rough-skinned, tall women; seeing a beautiful woman with smooth, supple skin was bound to make their eyes light up. Moreover, this beautiful woman wasn't alone; there were two of them. Heh heh, if Yang Ru were brought along, their eyes would probably pop out.

At the next table sat two men and a woman, all white, with high noses, deep-set eyes, and very strong builds. The two men's gazes had been fixed on them ever since Situ Yu and the others entered. As soon as Wukong's eyes met theirs, one of the men smiled at him and raised his

glass in a polite gesture.

Wukong smiled back. It's only polite to reciprocate; he couldn't be impolite.

Encouraged by Wukong's smile, the white man approached Wukong's table with his glass and said, "Hello, sir. I'm James from America, it's a pleasure to meet you." He extended his large hand to shake Wukong's.

Wukong extended his right hand in return, saying, "My surname is Sun. Nice to meet you."

As their hands clasped, Wukong felt James's large hand subtly tightening. Heh heh, this foreign devil is trying to pull a fast one on me! Wukong chuckled inwardly, subtly tightening his grip, transferring immense force from his right hand to James's. James felt a sudden, sharp tightening in his hand, as if gripped firmly by a pair of large iron pincers, rendering him immobile, his bones throbbing with pain. He was secretly astonished; he hadn't expected this refined-looking, yellow-skinned man to possess such immense strength.

Sweat poured down James's forehead. Unable to muster any strength, the pain in his hand caused his face to contort slightly.

Their hands remained clasped tightly, unable to

separate for a long time. The woman at the table, seeing the situation was amiss, hurriedly approached, saying, "James, are you bullying me again? Let go! It's so rude!" James was in a difficult position; he wanted to let go, but would the other man allow it?

Just as he was wondering what was going on, the force from the other man's hand suddenly disappeared. James hurriedly pulled his hand away from Wukong's, shaking it awkwardly, and said, "So Mr. Sun is a master. I must spar with you sometime." Actually, he was unconvinced at all; he thought it was just that Wukong used his strength skillfully.

"I'm sorry, sir. James is just that kind of person. He likes to test his strength as soon as he meets someone. If his recklessness has offended you, I apologize on his behalf. Let me introduce myself. My name is Adele. I came from America with James. There's another one of our companions over there, Ed." Adele pointed to the man at the next table. Ed waved back amicably.

"It's alright, I'm fine! My surname is Sun. It's nice to meet you." Wukong smiled and said. The Adele in front of him was tall and voluptuous, with a pair of clear, bright blue eyes. She was

a beautiful woman with a exotic charm. Adele looked at Wukong's expression and couldn't help but feel secretly moved. Someone actually seemed completely unaffected after being gripped so firmly by James's large hand; such composure was truly remarkable. So, he said respectfully, "Mr. Sun, your composure is truly admirable. I hope James's recklessness didn't harm you!"

Wukong deliberately held his hand, feigning pain, and said, "It's nothing. I've been used to hardship since I was little. Consider this little bit of suffering as encouragement."

Seeing Wukong's pained expression, Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue both stood up simultaneously.

"Wukong, is your hand alright?" Situ Yu grabbed Wukong's hand, asking with concern.

"Brother Sun, are you alright?" Liu Yueyue's eyes welled with tears, looking like she was about to cry.

"Haha, I was just kidding. The one who's really hurt isn't me, it's him." Seeing Situ Yu and Yueyue's concerned expressions, Wukong couldn't bear to lie to them any longer, so he easily smiled and dispelled their worries.

"Oh dear, Brother Sun, you're so mean! Always trying to trick people!" Yueyue angrily clenched her fist and punched Wukong's arm. Hearing this, Situ Yu also released her grip, angrily saying, "Yes, hit him harder! Who told him to be so awful!" She then unleashed a flurry of punches at Wukong's chest.

Adele glanced at Wukong, then at James. Wukong looked relaxed, while James looked dejected. She could hardly believe it, thinking to herself, "Could it be that the one who suffered isn't this refined young man, but the burly giant James?"

Chapter 82 Divine Skill

James awkwardly greeted everyone and returned to his seat. Adele stared intently at Wukong, as if looking at an alien. She opened her mouth several times, but no words came out. Her large, blue eyes held a mixture of doubt, inquiry, and a hint of confusion.

Situ Yu broke the silence, saying, "Miss Adele, if you don't mind, please sit down and have a drink with us."

"Thank you, then I won't stand on ceremony," Adele replied, sitting down. A waitress approached and poured her a glass of red wine. Adele raised her glass and said, "This glass is a toast to all three of you."

"Miss Adele, are you here in Aolai Kingdom for tourism?" Situ Yu asked.

"Yes, my main purpose in coming to Aolai Kingdom is to see Flower Fruit Mountain. I studied Chinese in America and I really enjoy reading Journey to the West. I especially love Sun Wukong in the book. He can somersault on his cloud and perform seventy-two transformations. He's amazing!" Adele said enchantingly.

"What a coincidence! We

came from China and chose Flower Fruit Mountain as a filming location for Journey to the West. And the Mr. Sun in front of you is the actor who plays Sun Wukong. Isn't that a coincidence? His real name is also Sun Wukong," Situ Yu introduced Adele.

"Really? That's wonderful! Once we've finished our business, we'll definitely be there to watch you film Journey to the West!" Adele's eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed happily, "Miss, you're very beautiful, you must be the female lead, right?"

"Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Situ Yu, the producer of the production team. This lady next to me is Liu Yueyue, a trainee makeup artist," Situ Yu introduced herself.

“You two are both stunning beauties, I’m so envious! I’d like to ask, how do you achieve such delicate skin?” Adele asked enviously.

“There’s no secret, we were just born this way,” Situ Yu said modestly. She then asked, “You mentioned you had important business to attend to, can I help? I’m probably more familiar with Aolai Kingdom than you are.”

Adele smiled slightly and said, “Actually, it’s nothing serious. We

came to Aolai Kingdom mainly because James received an invitation from the Century Fighting Club to participate in a commercial boxing match. James is a very famous boxer in America, so the outcome of this match shouldn’t be in doubt. Ed and I, who are at the next table, are here as James’ good friends to accompany him.”

“Oh, when is the match?” Hearing it was a boxing match piqued Wukong’s interest, and he asked with great enthusiasm.

“The match is scheduled for the night after tomorrow. Mr. Sun, are you also interested in boxing?” Adele asked.

“I’m interested, of course. I like a lively atmosphere,” Wukong said, then turned to Situ Yu and said, “See if you can get a few tickets. I want to go.”

Situ Yu smiled and said, “Getting a few tickets shouldn’t be a problem.” Adele apologized and went back to her seat.

At this moment, the music from Schumann in the hall stopped, and the bar DJ announced in a passionate voice, “Good evening, esteemed guests of Green Plains Bar! It’s exactly nine o’clock, time for our nightly performance! Let’s give a warm round of applause to our special guest, the remarkable Mr. Zhao Tian from China!”

Wukong and the others looked up at the stage. Zhao Tian wasn’t tall, but he was very muscular, and his bronze skin made his face look very resolute. He entered with a smile and bowed to the audience.

"First, let me introduce Mr. Zhao Tian. Mr. Zhao Tian has practiced hard qigong since childhood, and his signature skill is Iron Shirt, which has given him a body of copper and iron, impervious to swords and spears. Now, let's wait and see and appreciate his amazing skill, 'The Impenetrable Human Body.'" The bar DJ's voice was very emotional, and a rather uplifting piece of music played along with his words. Immediately afterwards, a staff member brought out a brand-new impact drill.

Zhao Tian straightened up, held his breath, and then took off his shirt, revealing a muscular, bronze-colored body. He then picked up the impact drill, instructed the staff member to plug it in, and pressed the switch. The impact drill emitted a sharp whistling sound.

The audience held their breath, waiting to see what astonishing thing he would do next.

Zhao Tian flipped the drill bit

, pointing the long drill bit at his own stomach. The rapidly spinning drill bit drilled into his stomach, producing a dull groan. The audience couldn't help but gasp. Zhao Tian's almost suicidal act made everyone's hearts pound. Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue were horrified, tightly closing their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer. The sound of the impact drill continued for over a minute before slowly subsiding.

Situ Yu opened her eyes and looked at the stage. Zhao Tian, holding the impact drill, stood nonchalantly, smiling at the audience. Situ Yu could hardly believe her eyes. Someone could actually use their own flesh and blood to contend with an incredibly sharp impact drill bit—this drill could even drill through steel plates! Could there be something fishy about that drill bit?

Many people probably shared this thought. Shortly after the sound stopped, a tall white man walked onto the stage, curiously staring at the impact drill in Zhao Tian's hand. Zhao Tian smiled amicably at the man and said, "This friend has come up to the stage, probably to see if this drill in my hand is genuine. No

problem , I welcome everyone to come up and inspect it." He then handed the impact drill to the man.

The white man took the impact drill, touched the drill bit, turned it on to test it, and then gave a thumbs-up, repeatedly saying, "Good! Good! It's definitely the real deal."

The audience below couldn't sit still any longer and rushed forward to see it for themselves. Then, some returned to their seats, satisfied.

Amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd, Zhao Tian raised the impact drill, aimed it at the left side of his head, and pressed the switch. The whistling drill bit struck his fragile skull, producing a sound like hard objects clashing.

Wukong found it amusing, laughing, "I didn't expect this person's skull to be so strong; even the impact drill couldn't break it!" Seeing Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue staring wide-eyed, he couldn't help but tease, "Now you don't have to close your eyes anymore?"

"Hehe, this is so interesting! I've never seen such a powerful person in my life!" Liu Yueyue said, captivated.

"Great! Excellent!" Thunderous applause filled the hall, and praise resounded endlessly.

"Amazing! Eastern kung fu is truly mysterious and unpredictable!" Adele stared intently at Zhao Tian, praising him with admiration.

"Hmph, that's just superficial skill, at best a performance on stage. In a real life-or-death struggle, this skill is useless," James said dismissively.

"James, that attitude isn't good. You'll never improve if you can't see others' strengths. Since you look down on him, do you have the guts to try the hardness of that impact drill?" Adele was a little dissatisfied with James's contemptuous attitude.

"Hehe, I don't know how to do those fancy things. But I have a way to make you believe that we white people are the strongest in the world," James said arrogantly, head held high. Then, he strode onto the stage and, smiling at Zhao Tian who was holding an impact drill, said, "Sir, I must say, your performance was very successful; it certainly garnered a lot of applause. From a performance perspective, you deserve an excellent grade."

Zhao Tian glanced at James, who was a full head taller than him, and judging from his tone, seemed to have ill intentions.

So remained silent, standing calmly to see what else James had to say.

Sure enough, James said again, "But I don't see any practical use for your skills. So, I've decided to challenge you!"

Chapter 83 Wrestling Match

Zhao Tian was slightly taken aback by James' challenge. Looking at the big guy in front of him, he figured he must be quite strong. Composing himself, he asked, "Sir, what do you intend to compete with me in? Are you going to test

your strength by drilling your head with this electric drill?" James laughed heartily and said, "Of course not. Seeing your body of copper and iron, you must be incredibly strong. I want to arm wrestle with you and see who's stronger."

Hearing that it was an arm wrestling match, Zhao Tian felt at ease. Thinking to himself, he knew he'd practiced arm wrestling since childhood and wouldn't lose. So he smiled and said, "I agree. How about the outcome?" James said, "Since I'm challenging you, I'll be at a slight disadvantage. If I lose, I'll give you five thousand US dollars. If I win, you just need to publicly concede and tell my companion, Miss Adele, that white people are invincible."

James's words ignited Zhao Tian's competitive spirit. After a moment's thought, Zhao Tian decisively said, "Okay, I agree to your request."

Most of the guests in the hall were tourists from Europe and America, and seeing the two about to arm wrestle, they cheered and encouraged them. Everyone had just witnessed Zhao Tian's skill, which was indeed very strong. But James was no pushover either; judging by his size, he already had a clear advantage.

The bar DJ was even more excited, not expecting tonight's performance to lead to another even more exciting program. He strongly encouraged them and volunteered to be the referee.

Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue were also very interested, especially Situ Yu, whose face turned red with excitement. She asked repeatedly, "Wukong, who do you think will win in an arm wrestling match?"

Wukong pondered for a moment and said, "I think James has a better chance of winning."

"Why?" Situ Yu asked anxiously. Zhao Tian was from China, and meeting a compatriot in this foreign land naturally made him feel very close. He hoped Zhao Tian would defeat James and bring glory to the country.

"I shook hands with James. He has a lot of strength in his hands. In terms of strength, he should be able to match Zhao Tian. However, James's hands are obviously longer than Zhao Tian's, giving him the upper hand in an arm wrestling match. So, Zhao Tian's chances of winning are slim," Wukong analyzed objectively.

"So, according to you, Zhao Tian has a high chance of losing the match? Perhaps, a miracle will happen," Situ Yu said unwillingly. Wukong smiled and said, "Xiao Yu, a contest of strength is about ability, not miracles."

Adele, sitting next to him, simply stood up and watched the two on the stage with tension.

At this moment, Zhao Tian and James's right hands were tightly clasped together. Both of them stared at each other with sharp eyes, their hand muscles bulging, ready to fight, waiting for the referee's whistle. James's hand was long, towering over Zhao Tian's by a significant distance when they were joined together.

The bar DJ, who was also the referee, slightly adjusted the angle of their hands and then shouted, "Get ready! I'll count to three, and the match will begin!"

"One, two, three, start!" the referee commanded. Their hands were pressed tightly together, veins bulging, both giving their all in a desperate struggle.

Two minutes passed, and neither had fallen. However, it was clear to everyone that victory was tilting towards James, as Zhao Tian's

hand began to deform, his strength waning. But Zhao Tian, true to his tough-guy nature, gritted his teeth and persevered.

James, exerting too much force, was also flushed, beads of sweat the size of soybeans constantly appearing on his forehead. He secretly admired Zhao Tian's tenacity, thinking that if this continued, he would run out of energy; it was time to make his move. So, with a loud shout, he concentrated all his strength in his right hand and pressed down hard on Zhao Tian's right hand. Zhao Tian held on for a few more seconds, but was finally pushed down onto the stage by James's large hand.

James nodded and smiled at the audience. Zhao Tian, however, was pale. He hadn't been mentally prepared for this sudden defeat. His mind was blank.

"Haha, Mr. Zhao, it's time to fulfill your promise!" James reminded him.

"Okay, I admit defeat," Zhao Tian said dejectedly.

"Alright, I'll go down with you. You just need to tell Miss Adele that white people are invincible. Because she doesn't believe I can beat you," James said.

Zhao Tian followed James to

Adele.

"This is Miss Adele. Mr. Zhao, please tell her that white people are invincible," James said, looking at Adele with pride.

Zhao Tian opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

"Haha, what do you mean white people are invincible? That's utter nonsense! James, you're being incredibly arrogant!" Sun Wukong walked over, patted Zhao Tian on the shoulder, and said, "Mr. Zhao, you're great! I admire you! Do you know why you lost to this foreign devil?"

"I know, it's because his arms are too long, I couldn't use my strength. If it were just a matter of strength, I don't think I would have lost to him," Zhao Tian thought for a moment and said.

"That's right! Mr. Zhao, you not only possess extraordinary skills, but you're also good at using your brain. That's where you lost." Wukong then turned to James and said, "You're very clever, clever to the point of being cunning. Using your strengths to attack others' weaknesses is not a fair victory!"

"Haha, a loss is a loss, a win is a win, why are you talking so much nonsense! Do you want to stand up for him? Bring it on, I'll make you admit defeat

. Hehe, how can you yellow-skinned people compare to white people?" James said shamelessly. Although he suffered a slight setback when shaking hands with Wukong upon their first meeting, he assumed it was due to his carelessness and that Wukong had used a clever trick. He believed that in an arm-wrestling match, with his longer arms, he would have been the clear winner. That's why he

spoke so arrogantly. "Heh heh, white guy, just a little hairier, what's so great about that? In my eyes, you're nothing but a piece of trash!" Sun Wukong, also annoyed by James's arrogance, spoke with a sharp edge.

James coldly replied, "Since you've said that, a match is inevitable. Fine, I'm free anyway, let's have another match to liven things up! However, I have an additional condition: if I win, you not only have to admit defeat on the spot, but those two beauties at your table also have to drink with me!" He then gave Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue a lewd smile.

"And if you lose?" Wukong asked him.

"Of course, if I lose, you get five thousand US dollars," James said haughtily.

"Don't try

to bribe , I have no interest in them. How about this, if you lose, you have to strip naked and run a lap around this hall, okay?" Wukong glanced at James and said.

"Alright, it's a deal!" James readily agreed.

The atmosphere in the hall became lively again, and everyone's attention was focused on Wukong. This seemingly refined young man dared to challenge the giant-like James, greatly piquing everyone's curiosity. But, the difference in strength was too great! It seemed that the outcome was already decided before the battle even began. Zhao Tian, who possessed extraordinary skills, had already been defeated by James. What made this delicate young man so special?

Zhao Tian pulled Wukong aside and said softly, "Little brother, I appreciate your kindness, but I think there's no need for a match. The opponent's strength is simply too great." Clearly, Zhao Tian didn't have much hope for Wukong either.

Wukong patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, watch me!" He strode onto the stage.

Chapter 84 The

bar DJ was overjoyed, surprised by the lively atmosphere tonight. He loudly proclaimed into the microphone, "Dear friends, tonight's shows are truly spectacular! Mr. James and Mr. Zhao Tian have just finished their match, and now the famous actor, Mr. Sun Wukong, is challenging Mr. James. I believe this will be a fierce contest!" It seemed the DJ recognized Sun Wukong.

A chorus of boos erupted from below. Perhaps everyone thought the DJ was exaggerating; it seemed obvious who was stronger.

"Mr. James has just finished a match. To be fair, I suggest Mr. James take a break," Wukong proposed. James gave Wukong a thumbs-up, saying, "Mr. Sun, your suggestion earns my respect."

A large, fat man stood up and loudly proclaimed, "Great! During this break, let's try something new. To liven things up, let's place a bet! The odds for James to win are 1 to 1. The odds for Sun Wukong to win are 1 to 3. Everyone is welcome to place their bets!"

Everyone eagerly placed their bets. Some bet ten thousand, some tens of thousands. Soon, the fat man's front was piled high with colorful banknotes. He hurriedly finished registering them, then said with a bitter face, "Oh dear, why is everyone betting on James to win? Isn't anyone betting on Sun Wukong to win?"

"I'll bet thirty thousand on Sun Wukong to win!" Zhao Tian gritted his teeth and pulled out money from his wallet. Although he didn't have high hopes for Wukong, since he was standing up for him, he should morally support Sun Wukong.

Situ Yu clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Zhao, you are indeed a chivalrous person. Okay, I'll also bet thirty thousand to support Sun Wukong." Situ Yu took out money from his satchel and handed it to the fat man. The fat man beamed. He had been worried that everyone would bet on James to win, but now two suckers had suddenly put in thirty-three thousand. Under normal circumstances, Sun Wukong was bound to lose, and he could make a profit. He was overjoyed. Hehe, his luck was really good tonight.

On stage, the DJ asked, "Mr. James, have you had enough rest?"

"Alright!" James cracked his knuckles and said confidently.

"Let's start the match!" the DJ announced.

Sun Wukong and James shook hands. The DJ counted down: "One, two, three, start!"

Their hands remained locked together. The audience below the stage watched the match intently. James' face was flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes wide, and he was breathing heavily through his nostrils. Sun Wukong, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, even turning his head to wink at Situ Yu.

"Will Brother Sun lose?" Liu Yueyue asked worriedly.

"No!" Situ Yu said confidently. "Look at him, he probably hasn't even used a tenth of his strength. The reason he's letting James hold on for so long is probably because he doesn't want James to lose too badly." Situ Yu said softly.

Liu Yueyue relaxed, her expression becoming much lighter.

At this moment, James was filled with despair. He had used every ounce of strength he had, but his opponent's wrist not only remained unmoved, but seemed effortless. He gathered his remaining strength, focusing it in his right hand for a final desperate attempt. He roared, struggling with all his might in his death throes. But Wukong's wrist still wouldn't budge.

"Heh heh,

is ? Seems nothing special!" Wukong scoffed softly.

James's face flushed red, he gasped for breath. He desperately wanted to say something polite, but feared that speaking would deplete his strength and hasten his defeat. So he held back, not daring to answer.

The audience below also sensed the dire situation; judging from their expressions, the odds were stacked against them. Their spirits sank. It seemed their bets had been for nothing.

"This isn't fun anymore. Why are you so quiet? I'm not playing with you anymore!" Wukong exerted a little force, and James's wrist slammed onto the table. Clean and swift, without any hesitation.

"You lost!" Wukong said, looking into James's gray-blue eyes.

"Yes, I lost!" James lowered his proud head in dejection.

"Yay, Brother Sun won!" Liu Yueyue was the first to jump up. She happily raised her hand and waved it vigorously at Wukong.

Zhao Tian was also overjoyed. Wukong's victory swept away his previous unpleasantness. Hehe, now that foreign devil won't be so arrogant, right? He happily said to Situ Yu, "Haha, not only did we get our revenge, but we also won

a lot of money! Let's go collect our prize money."

The fat man had a bitter face, calculating how much money they had lost. Situ Yu and Zhao Tian's bet of 330,000 yuan had to be lost to 990,000 yuan. And the bet on James winning was less than 200,000 yuan. Alas, now it looked like they were about to lose 800,000 yuan. They thought today was a lucky day, but it turned out to be a day of financial ruin.

Wukong came down and saw Situ Yu holding a large wad of cash. He asked her, "Haha, Xiaoyu, you're all smiles with that wad of cash in your hand. Did you find it?"

"I won it all back," Situ Yu said proudly.

Wukong laughed and said, "Hehe, Xiaoyu, you've gone astray, gambling all the time."

"No, I just couldn't stand them. Everyone was betting on James to win. I couldn't stand it, so I bet 300,000 out of spite. Consider it support for you. Hehe, I didn't expect to win 900,000 in one go. Pretty lucky!" Situ Yu said with a grin. "If I'd known it was so easy to win this money back, I would have bet 10 or 20 million, and made that fat guy lose blood."

"Oh my, when did our Xiaoyu become a female gambling god? It's really surprising!" Wukong teased her.

As they were joking around,

Adele came over, extended her hand to Wukong, and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Sun! You're the first yellow-skinned person to defeat James!"

Wukong grasped her hand and said, "Really? No wonder he was so arrogant and disdainful of everyone. Hey, Mr. James, come here for a moment."

James was sitting in his seat, head down, drinking alone. Hearing Wukong's call, he looked up.

"Hehe, it's time for you to keep your promise, Mr. James." Wukong winked at him.

James didn't say a word, expressionlessly taking off his shirt.

A slight commotion broke out in the crowd in the hall, and murmurs arose.

James seemed not to hear the murmurs, and then took off his pants, leaving only his underwear.

"What are you doing, James? Have you lost your mind from losing?" Adele stared at James, wide-eyed.

James remained silent, bent down, and took off his last pair of underwear, revealing his naked, muscular body.

"Oh dear, how embarrassing!" Liu Yueyue quickly covered her eyes with her hands.

Under everyone's astonished gazes, James ran a lap around the hall naked. James's body was incredibly fit, without an ounce of excess fat; his smooth lines were like a work of art, even leaving Situ Yu speechless.

Wukong reached out and touched Situ Yu's chin, laughing, "Little Yu, your drool's practically dripping from your mouth! Let me catch it for you."

Situ Yu realized her lapse, a blush rising to her cheeks, and said shyly, "Seeing him reminds me of sculptures I've seen before."

James ran back to his seat, casually put his clothes back on, walked over to Wukong, and took his hand, saying, "Mr. Sun, thank you for giving me such a profound lesson. It turns out white people aren't invincible after all; I was so ignorant! However, I look forward to you coming to the Century Fighting Club the night after tomorrow, because I want to test my skills against you again. I'm determined to defeat you!"

"I'll definitely come! But you should be prepared to lose," Wukong said confidently.

The moonlight was crystal clear. The soft night light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, casting a dreamlike glow over the room.

Wukong lay in bed, wide awake. As they parted at the door, Situ Yu whispered in Wukong's ear, "Remember, don't close the door." Her breath was sweet and fragrant, making Wukong's heart flutter. Beside him, Liu Yueyue pouted, displeased, "Sister Yu, what kind of sneaky scheme are you two plotting?" Wukong laughed, "Adult matters are none of a child's concern." Yueyue, annoyed, punched him repeatedly, saying, "Brother Sun, you're bullying me! I'm almost eighteen! Look closely, what part of me looks like a child?" She then puffed out her well-developed chest, brimming with confidence.

The night was deep, and all was quiet, broken only by the occasional sound of a car passing by.

A soft "click" sounded outside the door; the door opened gently and closed softly again. Then, a graceful figure walked in gently under the moonlight and stood before Wukong's bed. Wukong deliberately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, even emitting soft snores. With a faint fragrance, a soft, fragrant

body pressed against him. Wukong's breathing quickened.

"You're pretending to be asleep!" A soft laugh rang in his ear.

Wukong stopped snoring, opened his eyes, and chuckled, asking her, "Xiaoyu is really amazing. She even sensed my pretense of sleep. I couldn't fool you."

"Of course! Your snoring is so inconsistent, sometimes loud, sometimes soft. Your faking skills are too poor, not even at the beginner level." Situ Yu didn't give him any face.

"Hehe, it's a pity Xiaoyu isn't a detective." Wukong hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Is Yueyue asleep?"

"Yes, she fell asleep shortly after lying down. This little girl, even drumming can't wake her when she's asleep," Situ Yu said.

“Actually, you didn’t have to sneak over here. Get Yueyue a separate room; that would make it much easier for you to come here. Look at you, acting like a thief.”

“That’s what makes it fun! Don’t you think having an affair is exciting and fun? Besides, I like Yueyue. Although we haven’t known each other for long, I already consider her like a younger sister. I’d feel uncomfortable if we were separated!” Situ Yu

said. “Yueyue is very innocent, well-behaved, and eager to learn. I even want to train her to be a movie star.”

“Hehe, people say the entertainment industry is a big dye vat. Aren’t you afraid of turning a pure white cloth black? You should just have her learn makeup.” Wukong expressed his disagreement.

“Don’t worry, there are also lotus flowers that rise from the mud unsullied in the entertainment industry. Yueyue is naturally beautiful and very suitable for a career in entertainment.” Situ Yu insisted.

“Hmm, what you said makes sense. Yueyue is indeed beautiful. In two years, she'll be another Xiaoyu.” Wukong lowered his head, searching for Situ Yu's fragrant lips.

Situ Yu's body was warm and soft, like a docile kitten nestled beside him.

Slowly, his mouth lowered towards hers. His strong body pressed against Situ Yu's fiery body, and she was unable to move. He parted her lips with his own, gently teasing them, and she eagerly responded. His lips greedily landed on Situ Yu's two red lips. His intoxicating tongue slipped inside, exploring her mouth, seemingly shooting flames deep into her body.

She couldn't resist this feeling that completely overwhelmed her. A primal urge made her arch her body and press herself tightly against this intoxicating masculine body; she felt a swelling sensation as her breasts rubbed against his firm chest muscles. The warm feeling between her legs made her feel as if she were burning, and she let out a soft moan, tightly clamping his thighs together. Emotion, desire, and pleasure swirled together, forming an irresistible vortex that overwhelmed her. His tongue greedily explored her mouth, and she was completely engulfed in this vortex.

His tongue was forceful and ardent. Her reaction was rapid and excited, electrifying. Waves of pleasure surged through her, and she found herself trembling slightly.

After letting out a tiny, indistinct moan, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself tightly against him. Intense emotions surged forth, making her dizzy and breathless. She knew what desire was, for it had appeared countless times in her dreams. But this time it felt so real, and the person she held in her arms was the one she truly loved. She felt like she was rowing a small boat, gently swaying on a calm lake.

An electric current, surging from some deep well, flowed through her entire body, leaving only bursts of sparks in its wake. She could feel the same electric current crackling through Sun Wukong's body as well. Their clothes had been removed sometime during the night, revealing her smooth, burning body, irresistibly hot, her black hair draped over them like shimmering silk. They gave and took, feeling they had never needed anything or anyone so intensely.

She let out a long, low, intermittent moan. In the clear moonlight, he saw her eyes, clear and bright, like a kitten's. Her hands clung tightly to Wukong's body, making it hard for him to breathe.

It was as if her entire world consisted only of this man, this wild, exciting, tender, mysterious man who intoxicated her. She desired him more than anything else in the world; now he was hers, and she belonged to him; they needed each other. Waves of joy surged stronger and stronger, threatening to engulf the entire world, even the entire universe. At the final climax, she felt as if she had exploded into countless shimmering fragments, her soul singing with joy.

Situ Yu felt a sudden surge of heat within her body, a sensation growing stronger and sharper, filling her with intense excitement. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and affection as she gazed longingly into his; her lips parted slightly, panting, radiating the breath of life—a gift she offered him; she had laid bare her emotions before him without reservation.

If he could see her heart, he would know it beat for him;

if he could see her thoughts, he would know they were completely his;

if he could see her soul, he would know it belonged to him.

A powerful, liberating pleasure overwhelmed her, sweeping her away and tossing her into a tempestuous storm.

A tear of happiness silently slid down her cheek. An inexplicable sense of bliss filled her heart.

The gentle breeze from the air conditioner blew through the bedroom as she lay in his arms, feeling their sweaty bodies gradually cool. The night grew quieter; what a beautiful night! She only wished this moment could last forever. Lifting herself up, she stroked Wukong

's hair, her heart overflowing with sweetness.

Chapter 86 Century Club

The Century Fighting Club is located in the southern suburbs of the city, covering an area of 30,000 square meters. Inside, colorful lights twinkle and the air is bustling with activity, adding a vibrant touch to the city's night.

Following the road signs, Situ Yu and his two companions finally arrived at the Century Fighting Club.

"Wow, what a beautiful night view! Wow, what a huge place!" Liu Yueyue exclaimed sincerely as she got out of the car, using two exclamations in quick succession. Wukong also got out of the car and looked around. The place was indeed very large. The main building was a four-story building; although the floors weren't tall, the area was vast, roughly the size of a football field. The main entrance bore several large, gilded characters: Century Fighting Club.

There were also many buildings on the side, with signs indicating hotels, restaurants, saunas, and casinos—everything one could need. It seemed that the Century Fighting Club was indeed a good place for entertainment and leisure.

“Hehe, Xiaoyu, you should let the crew stay here. The facilities here are much better than the Jinhua Hotel. After work, everyone will have a ready-made place to relax

. It's a good balance between work and rest, and everyone will be more relaxed, which will speed up the filming process,” Wukong said with a smile.

“I don’t think so. If everyone is addicted to the casino every day, we won’t even need to film the movie,” Situ Yu said. Looking at her watch, she added, “Adele told us to wait for her in the parking lot, but why haven’t we seen her yet? It’s almost eight o’clock. If we’re any later, we’ll be late.”

Just as she was muttering to herself, Adele strode over and said, “Hello, all three of you. I’m sorry, something came up and I was held up for a while. I just managed to get away, but luckily we’re still in time. Please come with me; the tickets are already bought.”

“Thank you so much, Miss Adele! I’m sorry to have troubled you,” Situ Yu said politely.

“No trouble at all. James insisted on reserving tickets for the three of you. These past two days, he's been talking about Mr. Sun Wukong's name constantly. He says his biggest wish is to have a match with Mr. Sun, if he wins tonight.” Adele looked at Wukong and said, “Mr. Sun, can you grant him this request? I think if Mr. Sun doesn't agree, he'll

regret .”

“Heh heh, is he really that eager to fight me?” Wukong asked.

“Yes, ever since you won against him in the arm wrestling match at the bar the night before last, James has been holding a grudge. You don't know, he's never met a worthy opponent in a contest of strength. This time, you've ignited his competitive spirit. He says he absolutely has to let you see his power in the boxing ring.” Adele said, “He'll be very disappointed if you don't come tonight. Okay, now that we're here, let's go in and watch the match! James is warming up.”

Adele led the three of them inside. The security guards at the entrance conducted a thorough check. Adele handed over her ticket, which the guard took, examined carefully, and then glanced at Wukong with a cautious look before finally putting on a smile and bowing, saying, "Welcome to the Century Club! Please come in!"

Inside, in the center of the vast arena stood a square boxing ring over five meters long. Each corner of the ring was secured by a pillar, and three thick ropes bound the four pillars together to form a square space.

The seats around the ring were packed with spectators; Wukong roughly estimated there were about 20,000.

Adele led the three to their seats. The seats were good, very close to the ring, offering a clear view of the exciting performance.

"How much are the tickets?" Wukong asked.

"One thousand yuan," Adele replied.

"Wow, wow, twenty million yuan just from ticket sales! Looks like the club owner makes a fortune!" Liu Yueyue exclaimed, sticking out her tongue.

“The club doesn’t make much money from ticket sales alone. Tonight’s two fighters are Muay Thai fighter Nachai and, of course, James. Both have an appearance fee of 3 million yuan, which goes to the fighters regardless of the outcome. Also, the winner tonight will receive a 5 million yuan bonus. Then there are the taxes paid to the government for each fight. So, the club’s actual ticket revenue won’t be much,” Adele explained.

“The real money comes from betting.” Situ Yu wasn’t unaware of this.

Adele nodded and said, “That’s right! Many wealthy people who come to watch the fights like to gamble big and try their luck. The club is a big bookmaker; for a big fight, the bets are in the hundreds of millions, and the club owner profits handsomely. So, no matter who wins or loses in the ring, the real winner is always the big bookmaker.”

“Not necessarily,” Situ Yu said skeptically. “The other night at the bar, that fat guy was the bookmaker and lost 800,000 yuan.”

Adele smiled slightly and said, "That's an accident. When the game becomes one-sided, the bookmaker faces this risk. However, bookmakers often mitigate this risk by adjusting the odds." Adele explained fluently, like a betting expert.

"As for the basis for the audience's betting, it mainly depends on the strength of both sides. You see, the big screen TV above the boxing ring is displaying the records and technical data of both fighters. If the audience wants to understand the strength of both sides, they only need to pay attention to the big screen TV above the boxing ring, and it's basically clear at a glance." Adele pointed to the top of the boxing ring.

Wukong looked up and saw that

the TV was indeed displaying the situation of the two boxers, James and Nachai.

The data showed:

James, nicknamed "Great White Shark," an American professional boxer, 188 cm tall and weighing 198 kg. Past record: 65 fights, 65 wins, 0 losses, 65 knockout wins, 100% KO rate.

Nachai, nicknamed "Death," a 10th Dan Muay Thai master from Thailand, 175 cm tall and weighing 85 kg. His past record is 62 wins and 0 losses, with 62 knockout victories and a 100% KO rate.

On screen, Nachai is dark-skinned, well-proportioned, and exudes power. He excels at unleashing a flurry of kicks, striking unexpectedly and swiftly. His sweeping kicks are incredibly powerful, snapping a tree stump as thick as a bowl in one kick.

Statistically, the two are evenly matched, each with their own strengths. James is known for his powerful punches, while Nachai relies on his sharp leg techniques. It's foreseeable that this match will be a fierce and intense battle.

At 8:00 PM sharp, the boxers officially entered the arena. First up was James. The commentator excitedly announced, "Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment we've all been waiting for has finally arrived! American boxing champion James 'The Great White Shark' versus Muay Thai champion Nachai 'The Reaper'—just those two names are enough to get our blood pumping! Let's welcome our hero, 'The Great White Shark' James, with our eager eyes!"

James's robust figure appeared in the entrance passage. He was wearing red shorts, and a red cape covered his bare upper body. He raised his hands high, full of confidence, and walked towards the boxing ring amidst the cheers of the audience. He leaped effortlessly, throwing a left straight punch into the air, followed by a beautiful right hook. The audience erupted in cheers, mingled with screams from the female spectators.

James's gaze searched the stands; Adele waved to him with her hands raised. James saw her, and he also saw Sun Wukong beside her. A smile appeared on his face, and he raised his fist in the direction of Wukong.

Next up was the Muay Thai fighter, Nachai. With his dark skin, he strode confidently into the ring, bowed to the audience with a friendly smile, a stark

contrast to the fierce and ruthless image he had projected on television. Then he sat cross-legged on the ring, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly.

"What's he doing? Is he chanting?" Liu Yueyue asked curiously.

"He's praying! It's a custom for Thai boxers. They often pray to heaven and their ancestors before a match, hoping for victory," Situ Yu explained to Yueyue, showing her considerable knowledge.

After praying, Nachai stood up, his gaze resolute and cold, a stark contrast to his previous polite demeanor.

A sultry woman in a bikini walked onto the stage, holding a sign, and gracefully circled the boxing ring. The gong sounded for the first match, and the referee in a black suit symbolically checked the two fighters' thin gloves before giving the order: "Begin!" A life-or-death struggle

had begun.

Chapter 87 I'm Still Alright, I Haven't Fallen Down

As soon as the gong sounded, James and Nachai rushed towards the center of the ring. Because they were both wary of each other, neither was in a hurry to attack at the start. James frequently tested his opponent's reaction with left straight punches, while Nachai was not to be outdone, using his agility to launch surprise attacks with side kicks.

The standoff lasted only a few seconds before Nachai suddenly launched an attack, landing a high roundhouse kick on his opponent's left arm, which was protecting his head. While James was momentarily stunned, Nachai's right hook landed on his face. Fortunately, James reacted quickly, using both hands to protect his face and taking a large step back. James was taken aback; he hadn't expected Nachai's attack to be so ferocious from the start, and he couldn't afford to be careless. Regaining his composure, James countered with punches. The two exchanged blows for a while, neither gaining a clear advantage, but Nachai, with his agility, had a slight edge.

The first round ended, and both fighters returned to a corner of the ring for a one-minute rest. Wukong watched with great interest. Seeing the two stop, he seemed unsatisfied and asked, "Is it over already? There's no winner

yet!" "Of course not," Adele explained, "they're going to fight ten rounds

to determine the winner. This is just a one-minute break to give them a chance to catch their breath." She added with a slightly worried expression, "Judging from the first round, James seemed a bit passive. Hopefully, Ed can use the one-minute break to adjust James's tactics."

The second round began with James and Nachai testing each other before launching into an attack. Nachai's superb boxing skills and vicious kicks truly surprised James; he hadn't expected his opponent to be so formidable! Taking advantage of James' hesitation, Nachai launched a lightning-fast attack, raining down blows on his opponent's head, chest, and abdomen with high kicks, powerful punches, and deadly knees. James hastily dodged and retreated, his large frame and well-trained agility allowing him to escape the attack range. However, before he could regain his composure, Nachai launched another attack, forcing him to retreat in disarray once more. Fortunately, Nachai, wary of James's powerful punches, didn't dare to get too close, giving James a chance to catch his breath. But throughout the second round, Nachai clearly held the upper hand.

At the end of the second round, James returned to his corner. Although he didn't feel tired, the overwhelming onslaught from his opponent had left his heart pounding. The fact that he hadn't been able to land a single effective punch showed that his opponent's strength was indeed not to be underestimated.

Ed handed him a towel and said, "Don't just dodge. To fight Muay Thai, you have to go head-to-head. Go in, unleash your heavy punches at close range, and let him taste the power of your right hook!"

James nodded. He had indeed been somewhat panicked by the sudden, unexpected attack, and had been led by the nose, passively taking hits. It seemed his opponent was trying to use a fast-paced tactic to counter his heavy punches. He had to find a way to close the distance and create opportunities.

At the start of the third round, James seemed like a completely different person. He unleashed heavy punches to his opponent's face, blocked his attacks with side kicks, and countered with side kicks, meeting strength with strength and ruthlessness with ruthlessness. Now it was Nachai's turn to be surprised. His leg techniques were restricted, making it difficult for him to launch effective attacks. After all, he had been too explosive in the first two rounds, and his power had clearly weakened after a period of attack, and his accuracy

had also decreased. But now James was going all out, unleashing a series of heavy punches.

Seeing that he couldn't hold out past the third round, Nachai made a desperate move, unleashing his series of flying kicks, his right foot aimed straight for Li Haiming's cheek! This was his signature move, the one that had made him dominate the boxing ring and defeat countless opponents; countless enemies had fallen to his iron feet. Because this move required extremely high skill and consumed a great deal of energy, he generally only used it as a last resort. But now, with the situation so precarious, he had no choice but to go all in, hoping for a decisive blow.

The opponent's flying kick came incredibly fast. In a flash, James instinctively raised his right arm to block. With a muffled thud, Nachai's leg collided heavily with James's right arm. James felt a tingling sensation in his right arm and was secretly shocked. The opponent's leg strength was astonishing. If he hadn't trained his arm to be as hard as steel, it would probably be dead by now. Just as James was taking a surprise, Nachai's left foot came flying in with a sharp whoosh. James dared not take it head-on, and took three quick steps back, narrowly avoiding Nachai's series of flying kicks.

Having missed his first strike, Nachai also slowed down. He was also somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected his opponent, despite his large size, to be so agile.

The ferocity of James's punches kept him constantly on guard; his opponent's power hadn't yet been fully revealed, so he had to be careful. However, his own series of flying kicks had caught his opponent off guard, and Nachai seemed to have regained his confidence.

The changing situation on the field excited the audience below, sometimes holding their breath, sometimes cheering. Both fighters had their own supporters, so whichever side had the upper hand, it would elicit waves of cheers and applause.

"Wukong, in your opinion, between James and Nachai, who's stronger?" Situ Yu was also watching intently, her big eyes fixed on the two figures on the stage, her small hands clenched into fists.

"It's hard to judge. However, from the perspective of subsequent exertion, it seems James has a slight advantage. Nachai expended a lot of energy in the first three rounds, like a crossbow stretched too tight, easily deformed or broken," Wukong analyzed. As they spoke,

the third round ended.

James sat in the break corner drinking mineral water, wiping his sweat with a towel, and then waved towards Wukong and the others. Adele stood up, waved vigorously at James, and gave him a passionate kiss. James smiled happily.

"Miss Adele, with your support as his girlfriend, James should have victory in his grasp!" Situ Yu whispered in her ear.

"Girlfriend? No, no! We're just friends," Adele explained with a smile.

In the fourth round, the gong sounded, and James, like a lion awakened, charged forward without dodging or yielding, his powerful punches and kicks making it difficult for Nachai to cope. Nachai dared not be careless, unleashing his full power in a duel with James. One was as hard as steel, as fierce as a hurricane; the other was as agile as a butterfly, as sharp as a wasp. Every clash between them elicited deafening cheers from the surrounding crowd, the atmosphere in the entire arena becoming extremely heated and intense duel.

But this situation did not last

long. Nachai, not to be outdone, launched a relentless Thai offensive. James blocked and kicked, exchanging blows. Nachai delivered a high straight kick, James blocked with his knee, their legs colliding heavily. Nachai felt a numbness in his knee, and for a moment he was stunned. James slid forward and delivered a beautiful right hook to Nachai's chest, producing a dull thud.

Nachai's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground in pain. Then he collapsed forward with a thud.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence. After a long while, another burst of excited shouts erupted, mixed with disappointed curses.

The referee began counting down for Li Haiming. Nachai struggled to his feet, the pain on his face clearly visible even from a distance. Seeing Nachai stand up again, some of the despairing spectators had their hopes rekindled.

The referee counted to six, but Li Haiming still hadn't raised his hands. The spectators who had bet on Nachai couldn't help but shout: Nachai, get up! Nachai, keep going!

James's right hook had pierced Nachai's heart and lungs

, but the five million prize money made him unwilling to give up, and the cheers from the stands moved him. He raised his hand, covered by a thin boxing glove, high to show everyone that he was still okay, he hadn't fallen!

Chapter 088 The Sexy Girl in the Boxing Ring

"Nachai must be badly injured, can he still fight? If he keeps fighting like this, someone might die," Wukong said worriedly.

“Thai boxers are very tenacious and don’t give up easily. They usually come from poor families and have endured hardship since childhood, so their perseverance is hundreds of times stronger than that of ordinary people. They will never surrender until they can’t get up anymore; that’s the characteristic of Muay Thai boxers,” Adele said with admiration.

“But don’t you think that’s inhumane?” Liu Yueyue looked at Nachai’s pained expression with concern.

“There’s no such thing as inhumane. As boxers, they’ve already disregarded life and death. Besides, look at the frenzied enthusiasm of the surrounding audience; it’s like giving the boxers a tireless shot of adrenaline,” Adele said calmly. When she was in America, she often went to boxing matches because of her love for boxing, and she was used to the life-or-death struggles in the ring. The following

fifth round was a nightmare for Nachai. He was exhausted from his opponent’s knee strikes and punches, and it seemed that he could no longer launch a clear and

effective attack.

Nachai mustered his spirits, fought with his last bit of courage, and fought desperately. The temptation of five million was too great; he was unwilling to surrender easily. The cheers of the surrounding audience rekindled his excitement, and the pain in his chest seemed to disappear. He frequently unleashed high kicks, each strike landing with a resounding crack. James secretly admired his opponent's tenacity, but he didn't let up, continuing his fierce attack.

The audience watched the action intently, their shouts rising in waves:

"James, give him another straight punch!"

"Hit him! Knock Nachai to the ground!"

"Go Nachai! High kick him!"

"Flying kicks! Nachai, show your 'Grim Reaper' side!"

Encouraged by the cheers, Nachai launched another attack, seizing the opportunity to unleash his signature flying kicks once more! However, this time James was prepared. When Nachai attacked with his right foot, James actually took the blow head-on. He then ducked down, grabbed Nachai's foot with both hands, and lifted him up, hoisting his entire body into the air. He then threw Nachai

forward , knocking him to the ground.

Nachai's desperate gamble failed, leaving him breathless and exhausted. He stood up, panting, his steps unsteady. James seized the opportunity, pressing him against the ropes. Nachai, with nowhere to escape, lunged forward, trying to grab James for protection. This was exactly what James wanted; his right hook landed perfectly on Nachai's jaw. Nachai's head lolled to the side, and he fell heavily backward, motionless.

James raised his hands, acknowledging the enthusiastic crowd. The referee's count was superfluous to him, for he was certain that his punch to Nachai's jaw meant he could never get up again, perhaps never!

Sure enough, when the referee counted to ten, Nachai remained lying on the ground, unresponsive. The referee walked over and raised James's right arm.

Cheers and curses erupted.

Adele excitedly stood up, tearing off her shirt and waving it wildly at James. She was only wearing a red bra, and her appearance immediately made her the center of attention

. The commotion intensified. Adele's skin was already dazzlingly white, and the red bra made it appear even more lovely. Moreover, Western European women's breasts were indeed remarkably large, and after removing her top, the alluring view of her chest was breathtaking and incredibly sensual. Liu Yueyue

felt embarrassed standing next to her. She gently nudged Adele's bare waist with her elbow, reminding her, "Miss Adele, everyone is looking at you!" The implication was that she wanted her to put her clothes back on. Adele,

caught up in her excitement, didn't care. She glanced at Liu Yueyue and asked curiously, "They're looking at me, that's normal. It means I'm very attractive. Is there something wrong with that?"

Liu Yueyue was speechless, lowered her head shyly, and deliberately leaned towards Wukong, trying to distance herself from Adele as much as possible.

Adele ran onto the boxing ring, her large breasts bouncing, causing a stir among the crowd. She went straight to James, hugged him, kissed his cheek, and said, "Congratulations, James, you did a great job!" James

felt a sweet warmth in his heart from the kiss and said, "Adele, thank you for coming all this way to fight with me. Without your encouragement, I might not have won this match."

"Finally, you've won this match as you wished, James. You can go back to America happily now!" Adele said lightly.

"No, I don't plan to go back yet, because I still have a wish to fulfill," James said firmly.

Adele looked at James in surprise and said, "You've achieved your goal, defeated Nachai, won a huge prize, and a hefty appearance fee. What else haven't you achieved?"

"Yes! I want to defeat Sun Wukong! He's the one who humiliated me at the Green Plains Bar. I'm going to talk to Mr. Cai of the Century Club and have him arrange a match between me and Sun Wukong. My five million prize and three million appearance fee will all go towards this fight! I'm fighting for honor! Fighting for the honor of boxing!" James said resolutely.

"My God! James, are you crazy! You don't even

appreciate . I seriously doubt if you've gone mad. Have you considered that if you lose, your trip to Aolai will be for nothing? Wake up!" Adele looked at James's determined eyes and knew he wasn't joking. She was very worried.

“I’m perfectly clear-headed, Adele! After knowing me for so long, do you think I’m someone who likes to joke around? As a professional boxer, victory is my greatest pursuit. Being humiliated by Sun Wukong is a disgrace for life! And the one who humiliated me was a yellow-skinned guy! I’m of pure Germanic blood, with Germanic blood flowing through my veins. We are the superior race in the world! Adele, can you understand how I feel?” James said through gritted teeth.

Adele was speechless. James’s eyes were filled with the fire of revenge. Now that he had made up his mind, it seemed difficult to change it. She knew James all too well. So, she stopped arguing with him pointlessly and simply asked with concern, “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Yes! Come with me!” James took Adele’s hand, walked off the boxing ring, and headed towards Sun Wukong and the other two.

“Congratulations, Mr. James! You won the match! It was a great fight!” Wukong shook James’s hand and congratulated him.

James stared intently into Wukong's eyes, saying slowly and deliberately, "Mr. Sun Wukong, I want to spar with you!"

"I'd be happy to oblige!" Wukong replied calmly. It had been a long time since he'd sparred with anyone, so he figured it would be a good way to stretch his muscles. "However, you've just had a fierce match and are quite exhausted. I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Alright, let's go talk to Mr. Cai at the club and have him arrange a time," James suggested. ( Chapter 91,

April 25th) Mr. Cai was a burly middle-aged man with a large belly, a buzz cut, and wearing white casual clothes, a knowing smile on his face. Upon seeing James, he stretched out his hands from afar, strode over, and said with a hearty laugh, "Mr. James, congratulations on your victory! I've already written the check, it'll be cashed right away! Let's go get some late-night snacks to celebrate your victory!" He then handed over the check, put his arm around James's shoulder, and acted as intimately as two brothers. James took the check, glanced at it indifferently, and then said to Boss Cai, "I won't accept the check for now; you can take it back." Boss Cai was taken aback and said, "Eight million, not a penny less! Why won't you accept it? Oh, you don't want the check, you want cash? No problem, but it's too late now; I can give you cash tomorrow." James chuckled and said, "I won't accept cash either. I want to use this prize money to have another match with someone. Please make the arrangements." "Oh, I see! Mr. James, who do you want to compete against?" Boss Cai asked. James pointed to Sun Wukong and said, "I want to have a . The prize money is the eight million you're holding. Whoever wins gets the money unconditionally." Boss Cai's attention was focused on James, so he didn't notice the people around him. After James's introduction, he glanced at Wukong, a bright smile spreading across his face, and said, "Hehe, so it's a big star! A rare guest indeed." He extended his hand to shake hands with Sun Wukong. "Oh, so Mr. Cai knows Sun Wukong too?" Adele asked from the side. "Of course I do! Sun Wukong is a celebrity in Aolai Kingdom now. His handsome appearance is often on TV, and even three-year-olds imitate his movements all day long. But this is the first time I've seen him in person. He's even more handsome than the Sun Wukong on TV. Fair skin, scholarly air, he's practically the prince charming of every young girl in love," Mr. Cai flattered. * Sweat*, isn't he treating me like a gigolo? Wukong felt a little displeased. "But, why would Mr. James think of competing with Sun Wukong? And this money was originally yours, Mr. James..." Mr. Cai frowned, completely baffled. It was truly incomprehensible someone would pay out of their own pocket to compete with someone. And it wasn't a small amount—a full eight million! If they were frugal, it would be enough for a family to live on for a lifetime. Could it be that the two had some kind of grudge? Looking at Wukong's appearance and then at James's rugged and imposing figure, Mr. Cai couldn't help but feel relieved. The two are simply not in the same league. James' move clearly showed he was confident; this money would be his sooner or later. Of course, he could also make a profit. A movie martial arts star versus an American boxing champion—that's commercially viable. Given Sun Wukong's popularity in Aolai Kingdom, how few people would watch and bet on this match?

Thinking of this, countless banknotes seemed to dance before Boss Cai's eyes. He couldn't help but grin widely and say, "Great! Great! Excellent! One is an invincible boxing champion, the other a martial arts superstar. This match is sure to be a fierce battle!"

"Then, Mr. Cai, could you please arrange the match date?" James said.

"Haha, what's the rush! Since we've met, it's fate. I'd like to invite you all for a late-night snack. We can sit down and discuss the details. Would you do me the honor?" His

eyes swept over the three beauties in front of him. He had met Adele a few times, but this was the first time he had seen Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue, two stunning beauties, and he was immediately awestruck.

James also looked at Wukong with an inquiring gaze.

"Alright, after watching such a fierce battle, I'm a little hungry. Let's go together!" Wukong said readily.

"Mr. Sun is indeed a straightforward person, I like him!" Boss Cai looked at Situ Yu and Yueyue and said, "The two ladies look somewhat familiar, as if I've seen them somewhere before..." He wanted to say that he seemed to have met them at that entertainment center, but then thought it inappropriate; it was their first meeting, and he couldn't be too impolite, so he swallowed the rest of his words.

The group set off in two cars. Boss Cai and James Ed Adele were in one car, and Sun Wukong, Situ Yu, and Liu Yueyue were in the other.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Situ Yu grumbled as she drove, "Wukong, you really shouldn't have gone with that guy surnamed Cai. Didn't you see his lecherous gaze just now? It makes me want to vomit. Having supper with him was disgusting."

Liu Yueyue chimed in, "Exactly. His

eyes looked like he wanted to devour you whole. It's nauseating. Brother Sun, that Cai guy is no good. You mustn't get too close to him."

Wukong smiled noncommittally and said, "Oh, so both beauties dislike him. He must be hopelessly wicked. Don't worry, we're just having supper with him. I won't be corrupted by him."

After a pause, Situ Yu added: “Wukong, why did you so easily accept James’ challenge? I saw his performance in the ring tonight, he was really strong. Are you sure you can beat him? I’m really worried about you. Why don’t you just cancel the match later? You’re not short of money anyway.”

Liu Yueyue also turned to Wukong and said, “Brother Sun, Sister Yu is right, why don’t you cancel the match?”

Wukong chuckled and said, “You two are really good at this, it would be a waste of your talent if you didn’t put on this act. I’m really impressed by you. But let me tell you, the reason I accepted the match wasn’t just for the eight million, it’s also because I’m naturally active, love excitement, and am competitive. Of course, getting the eight million would be great too, hehe.”

“But have you thought about Nachai’s fate? Even if he survives, he’ll never be able to box again! Is it necessary for you to take this risk?” Situ Yu advised him.

"Haha, don't worry! Dealing with a foreign devil who only has brute strength is no problem for me!" Sun Wukong stretched out his arms and legs in the back seat, giving a long yawn, and said calmly.

"I hope so!" Situ Yu sighed and said. Sometimes she really didn't understand men's thinking. Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, they still choose to walk into them. Are men's hearts made of stone? Why don't they consider other people's worries about them? Situ Yu thought dejectedly. She drove after Boss Cai's car and arrived at a riverside food stall. The car in front stopped.

Six people sat down at a table by the river. A gentle breeze blew, cool and pleasant. The river surface shimmered, and several small boats cruised on the water, splashing up shimmering silver.

"What a great place!" Wukong praised.

"I'm glad Mr. Sun appreciates it! I was worried this place wasn't upscale enough and might have slighted you all! This food stall may look unassuming, but it's great because of its ambiance and excellent food, which is why it's so popular with gourmets.

Some people even drive all the way here for a late-night snack." Boss Cai sat down between Liu Yueyue and Adele, acting as their enthusiastic guide. He certainly wouldn't let this rare opportunity to showcase his eloquence and knowledge in front of such a beautiful woman slip by.

"Mr. Cai is truly knowledgeable; you must be a regular customer," Adele said. "I love the food of Aolai Kingdom; it's so different from our American culinary culture. I'd love to have you as our guide sometime, Mr. Cai, to show us all the delicious food of Aolai Kingdom."

"Haha, no problem. I'd be happy to serve such a beautiful lady! To be honest, it's my honor to serve the beautiful Miss Adele," Boss Cai said with a beaming smile, his lustful eyes darting towards Adele's ample bosom.

"Hehehe, Mr. Cai is such a warm person, and he's so witty." Girls love being praised, and Adele was no exception; she laughed heartily. Adele was wearing a low-cut, round-neck top tonight, and with her smile, she bent slightly, revealing half of her large, white breasts, a deep, alluring cleavage that stirred

the imagination. Mr. Cai's gaze lingered on that mysterious, barely concealed area, his mouth practically watering.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere at the table gradually warmed up. With Adele on his left and Liu Yueyue on his right, two fragrant beauties sitting beside him, Mr. Cai was easily swayed and in high spirits. Before long, he was flushed and radiant.

However, his mind remained clear. James suddenly proposed a match against Sun Wukong, which both pleased and worried him. He was pleased because both protagonists of the match were extremely popular stars, guaranteeing a large fan base and no worries about ticket revenue. What worried him was that he didn't have a thorough understanding of Sun Wukong's background, so the odds for the two sides were a real headache. If the odds weren't set well, there was a risk of losing money.

In Mr. Cai's mind, James held an absolute advantage. But since James was willing to bet eight million against Sun Wukong, surely Sun Wukong couldn't be a novice?

"Mr. James, regarding your match with Sun Wukong, I plan to hold it five days from now at 8 PM. What do you think? Mainly, is your condition fully recovered

?" Mr. Cai looked at James with a questioning gaze.

"Haha, five days? I have no objection, five days from now! Actually, my stamina can fully recover in half a day, but since Mr. Cai has arranged the match five days from now, that's fine too, it gives me ample time to appreciate the charming scenery of Aolai Kingdom," James said cheerfully.

"Mr. James, you really know how to enjoy life. Indeed, Aolai Kingdom is a true resort destination," Mr. Cai said.

“Yes, I should travel around sometime. Maybe I can have a romantic encounter in this tourist destination!” Adele said dreamily.

“A romantic encounter? Miss Adele, you’re so funny. With the valiant James by your side, what more could you want? Aren’t you afraid Mr. James will get jealous?” Mr. Cai asked, puzzled.

“James? You mean James? Ahahaha, he’s just a good friend of mine. Right, James?” Adele retorted. James remained noncommittal, but the sharp-eyed Wukong noticed a fleeting hint of disappointment on his face.

Mr. Cai was greatly encouraged by Adele’s

explanation . Heh, so this beautiful foreign girl is still single. A great opportunity is right in front of him. How could he not seize it and live up to the ancestors of the Cai family? His eyes darted around, and an idea came to him. He said, “Romantic encounters are something you can’t force. Miss Adele, I once learned palmistry from a hermit, and it’s always accurate. Would you be interested in taking a look?”

"Palmistry? That's wonderful! Please take a look." Adele said, extending her right palm in front of Mr. Cai. Mr. Cai grabbed it and pretended to examine it closely. Adele's palm was of excellent color, with long, slender, and fair fingers.

"A beautiful palm!" Mr. Cai exclaimed, "Looking at Miss Adele's love line, it extends towards the Mount of Jupiter without any breaks along the way, and it draws a beautiful arc. The life line is rounded and touches the center line of the middle finger without any disorder along the way, indicating that Miss Adele's future love life will be perfect."

"Really? But I don't even have a boyfriend yet, how can I talk about love?" Adele was skeptical.

"Your love line is clear and bright, which means your love luck is about to arrive! Perhaps your Prince Charming is riding a white horse, waiting for you somewhere!" Mr. Cai held Adele's hand for a long time, reluctant to let go. Her palm was warm and soft, and it seemed that her palm was even slightly sweaty. "Hehe, she must be a passionate woman who could melt any man!" Boss Cai thought to himself.

Adele, thinking Boss Cai was hinting at something, couldn't help but steal a glance at Wukong. Although they hadn't known each other for long, she had a strong liking for this handsome Eastern man. He was mysterious yet calm, composed, as if he had everything under control. Could he be her Prince Charming?

Boss Cai noticed that Adele's gaze wasn't directed at him, but fixed on Wukong, and felt a pang of jealousy. He quickly hinted, "Perhaps your Prince Charming has already come to your side, taken your hand, and is going to give you a lifetime of happiness..."

Adele then realized his true intention, chuckled, and said, "

Boss , are you saying my Prince Charming is you? Please, don't tease me!" She quickly withdrew her hand.

Mr. Cai gave an awkward smile and said sheepishly, "I'm just stating the facts, stating the facts!"

Situ Yu, standing beside him, also found it amusing. It turned out there were indeed many shameless men in the world, and Mr. Cai was one of the best. A Prince Charming, huh? He certainly had an extraordinary sense of self-importance; perhaps he never kept a mirror at home.

Seeing Mr. Cai's embarrassment, Wukong felt a sense of satisfaction. Even a lecherous old man has his limits; surely he'd give up now?

Sure enough, Mr. Cai's face flushed slightly, and he chuckled, saying, "Miss Adele, I was just joking with you. My real intention was to conduct an experiment to see how a person's expression would be after hearing a joke."

"But, your joke isn't funny at all," Adele said bluntly.

Mr. Cai, embarrassed by her rebuke, sullenly drank a few glasses of wine, stood up, and said, "Excuse me, I need to use

the restroom ." With that, he left.

A short while later, Boss Cai returned, his face flushed. He glanced several times in the direction of the restroom, looking quite guilty.

"Boss Cai, you seem like a different person after going to the restroom. Did you encounter the legendary toilet ghost?" Wukong teased.

"No, I just saw a woman I didn't want to see," Boss Cai stammered.

"Hehe, judging from your flustered appearance, you must have done something shameful to her, that's why you're so secretive," Wukong guessed.

As they spoke, an angry woman emerged from the direction of the restroom, surrounded by eight burly men. She appeared to be around thirty years old, with her black hair dyed blonde. She was quite voluptuous, but her mouth was large and her lips unusually thin, clearly indicating a shrewish woman. Boss Cai hurriedly grabbed the menu, covering his face and pretending to look at it.

After the woman came out, her eyes darted around, and she cursed loudly, "Damn it, which deadbeat is tired of living

and dares to touch my ass? Does he think I'm all alone and easy to bully? Don't you dare find him, or I'll tear his lewd bones apart! Huh, I've been looking for him for such a short time, and he's already disappeared. Did he grow wings and fly away?"

Wukong and the others understood what was going on. It turned out that Boss Cai had touched someone's ass, and now that person had brought a group of men to seek revenge.

The woman's gaze lingered on Wukong and the others' table. She strode over and went around to Boss Cai's back, trying to get a better look. Boss Cai turned the menu around, still obscuring his face. The woman suddenly realized what was happening, snatched the menu, and revealed Boss Cai's embarrassed face.

"It's you!" the woman shouted, her voice sharp. "So you were hiding here like a coward."

Having his identity exposed, Boss Cai stopped pretending. Relying on James's presence, he figured dealing with these people would be a piece of cake. He said, "What are you talking about? I don't even know you!"

"Hmph, of course you don't know me, but I do know you. Just now, at the bathroom door, you pinched

my butt!" the woman said angrily. The eight burly men beside her also moved closer, glaring menacingly at Boss Cai.

"You're spouting nonsense! How could I, a club owner, stoop so low as to touch your butt? Do you think your butt smells so good?" Boss Cai stood up and retorted.

The two engaged in a fierce verbal battle, a lively exchange.

Boss Cai, realizing he was in the wrong and lacking the woman's fierceness, gradually lowered his voice, saying angrily, "I can't argue with you! You have a mouth on top and a mouth on the bottom!" The woman wasn't going to back down either, shouting, "I'm not as good as you! Not only do I have a mouth on top, but I also have a microphone on the bottom, and two speakers next to me!"

This remark drew laughter from even the onlookers.

Chapter 091 Lust Aroused

The onlookers were all laughing, even the eight burly men beside the woman couldn't help but chuckle. The woman, still furious, snapped, "Laugh! What's so funny! Go and cripple that bastard! He dared to touch my butt! Isn't that like biting a tiger's tail?"

Everyone laughed even harder. Looking at her now, she was a complete tigress, and her words were quite apt and vivid.

One of the eight burly men stepped forward, wearing a plaid shirt, and patted Mr. Cai on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, you're out of luck today. You've been groping the wrong place. You need to understand, you have to pay the price for your mistakes."

"What do you want?" Mr. Cai asked, seeing that the other side outnumbered him and was outnumbered, with James and Sun Wukong watching idly without offering any help. He didn't know that James was still somewhat resentful about him holding Adele's hand and not letting go, feeling a little bitter. Now, seeing him surrounded, James wanted to watch the show, so he just sat there, offering no advice.

Mr. Cai was uneasy. Although he had practiced martial arts for a few days before becoming wealthy, since becoming the club owner, he had become accustomed to a life of luxury and no longer had the leisure to practice. Gradually, his muscles had become flabby, and his belly had protruded.

"Hmph, what do we want? You should ask the victim." Seeing that the two men were silent, the burly man in the plaid shirt assumed James and Wukong were intimidated by their power, so he became even more arrogant, his head held high, his nostrils practically pointing to the sky.

Boss Cai turned his gaze to the aggressive woman.

"Hmph, settling this isn't difficult. Kneel down and lick the sole of my shoe, or leave one of your groping hands behind. The choice is yours." The woman didn't even bother to look at him properly.

"Hmph, this is outrageous! I, Cai, am not to be trifled with. I have over a hundred men under my command!" Boss Cai bolstered his courage. This woman's choice was too tricky; there was simply no way to choose. So, he steeled himself and decided to go for it.

"Really? Where are your men? I can't see them," the woman said dismissively.

"I didn't bring them," Boss Cai replied weakly.

"Hahahaha...

" The other party burst into unrestrained laughter. The one laughing the loudest was the guy in the plaid shirt, who was doubled over, clutching his stomach and saying repeatedly, "Oh my, I'm dying of laughter! You're hilarious!" After a long while, he managed to suppress his laughter and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I also have an army! But tonight, only the eight of us came out." After saying that, he burst into laughter again.

Boss Cai turned his pleading gaze to James. James pretended not to see him, picked up his wine glass, and drank a glass of wine. He then turned his gaze to Wukong, who was talking quietly with Situ Yu.

"Haha, don't bother looking left and right, no one can help you. You'd better obediently lick the sole of my shoe, or leave your right hand behind," the woman said in a condescending tone.

"Kneel down!" The man in the plaid shirt swept his leg across Cai's, causing Cai's legs to buckle and he to kneel down.

"That's more like it. Now that you're kneeling, lick it!"

"One, two, three, lick! Lick!" the other burly men jeered. The onlookers, already aware of the whole story, found Cai's despicable behavior

disgusting and felt no sympathy for his current wretched state. They watched with amusement.

Cai's face turned pale. He thought, "A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; I'll get through this first." He lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and licked the woman's shoe.

The men erupted in a wolf-like howl and laughter.

The man in the plaid shirt glanced at the three beauties on the table, his eyes lighting up. He said, "Alright, you've licked it, so I'll let you go. But it's not over yet."

Cai trembled, looked up, and stared blankly at the man.

"These three ladies at your table are all very attractive. How about this, keep this youngest one and get out of here! I won't pursue this matter any further." The man in the plaid shirt looked at Liu Yueyue sitting next to Boss Cai with lustful eyes. "This girl is your girlfriend, right? She's quite pretty. Let her keep me company for the night!"

"Haha, brother, you have good taste! You picked this girl at first glance. Looks like she's still a virgin. I'll have to

spend !" Several guys next to her drooled and said lewdly.

Liu Yueyue glared at the man angrily, spat, and said, "A bunch of bastards! Go back to your sister!"

"Oh, she's got character. I like this type of woman, hot enough!" The big man licked his lips and said lewdly. He glanced at Adele on the other side, her snow-white, high breasts barely concealed by her low-cut neckline—it was practically an invitation to sin! His manhood immediately stirred. He said, "Brothers, don't say I'm not taking care of you. This foreign chick is plump and luscious; you can have your fun."

The rabble thanked him profusely, showering him with flattery.

James's face darkened, as if ice was about to drip from it.

Situ Yu gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "That's outrageous! A bunch of scum!"

The plaid-shirt chuckled, "Hehe, it's all our fault for being so biased, neglecting a beauty! You see, being neglected is really unpleasant; she's unhappy!"

"Yeah, brother, why don't we take all three back together?" a guy with

buck teeth and a pockmarked face said obsequiously.

Sun Wukong felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. If this ugly monster were to defile a woman's body, she would suffer a fate worse than death. He said with disgust, "Please, you should go back and get plastic surgery before showing your face again. You're an eyesore."

The ugly monster was greatly shocked. He touched his face and muttered to himself, "Am I an eyesore? Really? While I'm not as handsome as Andy Lau, I'm still quite good-looking. Tell me the truth, don't I look good?"

The other guys remained silent.

He turned to look at the crowd and asked defiantly, "Don't worry, everyone, I promise I won't hold anything against you." He then sincerely put his arm around one of the young men's shoulders and said, "Young man, just by looking at you, I can tell you're an honest guy. Tell me, am I good-looking?"

The young man, barely suppressing a laugh, said, "Well, how should I put it? Your looks are simply one in a million, unforgettable at first sight."

The ugly man was greatly encouraged, and with his pigeon-toed gait, he walked over to Adele and said, "Haha,

you're absolutely right. Boss, I've got my eye on this foreign chick, so you'd better look after me later!"

"Don't worry, I always put my brothers' worries before my own happiness. You'll be in charge of taking her away in a bit!"

The ugly man, as if granted a royal decree, scurried up to Adele, his eyes fixed on her alluring cleavage, and said, "Beauty, I'm here. Tsk tsk, your figure is really hot, let me check first, see if it's the real deal." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Adele's chest.

Chapter 092 Beauties Can Also Be Good at Fighting Before

the ugly man's hand even reached Adele's chest, he received a solid slap across the face. This slap stunned him. He touched his burning cheek, looked at the angry Adele standing in front of him, his face filled with disbelief, and stammered, "You... hit me?" He refused to believe that this woman in front of him actually dared to lay a hand on him, she was truly audacious. Wasn't she afraid of death?

"It was me, did you enjoy it?" Adele said disdainfully. The slap left five clear finger marks on his ugly face, like a disgusting centipede crawling across them.

"Damn it, you old hag, you're so vicious! Why did you have to hit my face of all places? Damn it, I rely on this face to make a living! This slap has made me too ashamed to show my face for days!" the ugly man said bitterly.

"Haha, you ugly thing, you're not suited to be seen in public anyway. Being ugly isn't your fault, but going out and scaring people is a huge mistake!" Adele gave him an American-style joke.

The ugly man

was furious, fuming with rage. Being publicly humiliated by a beautiful woman like this made him feel utterly miserable, disheartened, and even contemplating jumping into the sea. He cursed under his breath, saying, "Damn it, you think I'm a pushover just because I haven't shown my teeth! Let me teach you a lesson, make you obedient, and then I'll throw you on the bed and slowly torture you."

With that, he lunged forward, attempting a grappling move to lock Adele's arm. Adele nimbly dodged, delivering a high side kick with her right foot, striking him squarely in the cheek. The ugly man groaned, flying back several steps before crashing to the ground. His hideous face was even more unsightly.

The sudden turn of events left the other seven men stunned. A burst of loud applause erupted from the crowd.

The applause jolted the seven burly men awake. The man in the plaid shirt roared and charged forward, engaging Adele in battle. The other six followed closely behind.

James and Sun Wukong exchanged a glance, simultaneously rising to their feet and dashing into the fray with lightning speed. With a dazzling display of skill, the two men unleashed a flurry of blows, and with a few

sharp cracking sounds, the remaining seven burly men lay sprawled on the ground, too exhausted to even get up. The entire process took less than two seconds. To describe it as lightning fast would be an understatement.

James and Wukong exchanged a smile, then sat back down and picked up their glasses.

The fiery woman stood frozen, terrified by what she had just witnessed. It took her a long time to recover; she let out a horrified scream and fled.

Adele had also sat down, her face flushed from her earlier actions, adding to her air of heroism.

"Miss Adele, you're amazing! You're a role model for all women!" Situ Yu said enviously. "I wish I knew kung fu too."

"Hehe, I've loved martial arts since I was little, so my mother often laughs at me for having a tomboyish personality. Hehe, but it wasn't enough fun. If Mr. Sun and the other man hadn't come to help, I could have taken on eight grown men all by myself." Adele seemed unsatisfied.

Wukong chuckled, realizing that his and James's efforts had turned out to be thankless.

He said, "Sorry to spoil your fun. Next time we fight, I'll let you have your fill!"

Adele playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "I was just kidding. Actually, I'm very grateful for your help. You two only helped because you cared about me, and I know that perfectly well."

James grinned and said, "That sounds alright. Adele, you really have a boyish personality. No wonder no boy dares to like you."

Adele smiled mysteriously and said, "Really? I think you might like me a little? You'd better not admit it, because I only see you as a good friend. Right, James?" Adele was always so straightforward and uninhibited.

James's face flushed almost imperceptibly, and he said, "No, not at all. Of course we're good friends."

Adele put her hand on James's shoulder, raised her glass, and said cheerfully, "Cheers to good friends."

James frowned and drank the glass, feeling an unprecedented bitterness.

Adele

turned her gaze to Boss Cai, who sat sullenly in his seat, his face pale. James and Sun Wukong's inaction had greatly annoyed him, and he really wanted to just walk away. However, as a businessman, he saw the colorful banknotes on the two men, and for the sake of the money to come, he had to suppress his displeasure, forcing a forced smile onto his face. It was as if the unpleasantness had never happened.

He carefully recalled Wukong's actions. His movements were swift; in the blink of an eye, he had dealt with several burly men. His strength was not to be underestimated. He had absolutely no idea how the odds would be set for the match five days later.

"Boss Cai, you look so troubled. What are you thinking about? You said I was going to have a lot of romantic luck, while James said I can't even find a boyfriend. Which one of you is the real deal?" Adele asked.

Mr. Cai, rousing himself and forcing a smile, said, "I judged by your palm reading, and I'm sure I'm right." He glanced at the

burly and flattered, "Miss Adele, you're not only beautiful, but also incredibly skilled in martial arts. You're the goddess in the eyes of many men. Look, quite a few eyes are on you!"

"Heh, perhaps they're looking at these guys lying on the ground," Adele chuckled.

"Mr. Cai, this whole mess today was caused by your improper handling of your hands. What are your thoughts on that?" Sun Wukong asked bluntly. He disliked Mr. Cai's lecherous manner and didn't hold back in his words.

Mr. Cai's face flushed red and then paled. He stammered for a while before saying, "They've mistaken me for someone else. I didn't do anything so shameless."

"Is that so? That's strange. Why didn't she come to me or James, but instead came to you? Does she have a grudge against you?" Wukong said, smirking.

Mr. Cai was speechless. He paused, then chuckled sheepishly, saying, "Even if something like that happened, it was probably just an accidental bump after drinking

too much. That bitch made a mountain out of a molehill, trying to extort money from me." "I hope so. We should go now, otherwise the police will come and we'll have to go to the police station again. Those places are too serious; I really don't like them," Wukong suggested.

"Alright, let's leave first. There are still some details about your match with James that we can discuss later, making sure this match is a historic one! In the coming days, I will make full use of the media to promote this match extensively. Newspapers, radio, television—I won't let any advertising platform slip by. Five days is a bit rushed, but if the publicity is strong enough, the public will get the information quickly." Mr. Cai's eyes regained their sparkle when he talked about the match.

"With Boss Cai's strong support, I believe this match will definitely be a spectacular one! Mr. Sun, I look forward to a good, satisfying fight with you. I believe I will defeat you and make you believe that we white people are the strongest in the world!" James stared at Wukong, his eyes revealing unwavering confidence.

"Haha, five days from now, you

'll realize what a stupid thing you said today!" Wukong laughed heartily, saying, "Then you'll be ashamed of what you said today!"

Chapter 093 Loving Someone Has No Reason

The boxing match between Sun Wukong and James became the talk of the town in Aolai Kingdom. Radio, television, and newspapers were filled with advertisements; a movie martial arts star versus an American boxing champion—the entertainment value was obvious. These past few days, the most anxious were the star-struck fans, searching everywhere for ways to buy tickets, all wanting to get the best seats so they could clearly see their idol's majestic presence.

Tickets were divided into three levels: first class tickets were 5,000 yuan each, second class tickets were 4,000 yuan each, and third class tickets were 3,000 yuan each. Although the ticket price set a new record for the Century Fight Club, all 20,000 tickets were sold out in just one day. Scalpers were incredibly powerful, driving up the price by almost double, but people kept asking if there were any tickets left. This time, the scalpers were truly arrogant. Gone was their usual obsequious smiles; now they were practically strutting around, their noses in the air. They treated anyone trying to buy tickets with an air of unapproachability, saying, "Stop bothering me! Aren't you annoying? I'm not printing tickets, where am I going to get so many to sell you?"

Instead of getting annoyed by their enthusiasm, they forced a bright smile,

saying, "Brother, you're so kind and understanding, practically a reincarnation of Buddha! And you're incredibly resourceful, you must have a way to get tickets! Here's what we'll do: I'll leave you my phone number. Whenever you get tickets, just call me right away, even if it's the middle of the night, I'll deliver the money to you."

The scalpers were pleased. Hey, their status had risen overnight, reaching a level comparable to Buddha! So they went to even greater lengths to find tickets.

Those few days, owning a ticket to the Century Club was an incredibly exciting thing. When the two meet, the first question is always, "Did you get tickets?"

If the other person shakes their head dejectedly, he gets free pity and comfort; if the other person laughs proudly and says, "Yes! Yes!" their admiration and envy will make him feel completely satisfied.

There's also a young girl named Yang Zhijuan, not very old, just turned sixteen this year, but a devoted fan of Sun Wukong (the Monkey King). She thinks about him all day and dreams about him. Now that Wukong is going to play against James, and right in her hometown, she's completely captivated.

But...

Yes, Yang Zhijuan's family was indeed very poor. Besides an old house, they owned nothing of value. When she told her father about her desire to see Sun Wukong's competition, he was shocked to hear that even the worst third-class ticket cost three thousand yuan. His mouth dropped open, and he couldn't close it for a long time. He said, "My dear daughter, look at how prices are rising every day! We can barely afford pork anymore. Where would we get the spare money to take you to see any competition?" Her father's words only made her more worried. She sighed all day long, lost interest in school, and simply pretended to be sick, lying in bed, staring blankly at the walls of her room all day.

Her parents only had her as their youngest daughter, whom they doted on rotten. They were so protective of her that if she wanted to pluck stars from the sky, they would apply to fly on Shenzhou VI and bring them down to earth. Seeing their daughter lose her appetite, the couple were heartbroken, as if being cut by a knife. They tried to comfort and coax her, but Yang Zhijuan wouldn't even smile. Her face was always long and gloomy, and she seemed listless, as if life held no joy for her.

That night, the couple lay in bed, staring at each other, unable to sleep.

"Sigh

, if this continues, Xiaojuan might not even survive. What can we do? We can't just stand by and watch her fall ill in bed because of Sun Wukong," said Yang's mother.

"I'm trying to find a way, aren't I? You know we've borrowed money from all our relatives and friends over the years, and they all avoid us. Borrowing a few coins is harder than climbing to heaven!" Yang's father sighed.

"Is there really no way? Alas, poor Xiaojuan, she shouldn't have been born into this poor family!" Yang's mother gently pounded her head, lamenting her fate.

"There is a way..." Yang's father carefully chose his words.

"Oh, what way?" Yang's mother asked urgently.

"Sell the house!" Mr. Yang said through gritted teeth.

Mrs. Yang trembled, staring at her husband with astonishment. After a long while, she said, "Are you crazy? If we sell the house, where will the three of us sleep? Under a bridge?"

"Do you have any better ideas?" Mr. Yang asked with a bitter face.

Mrs. Yang was speechless. Looking around the room, there was practically nothing of value. Apart from selling the house, there was really no other way to raise money.

"You've run out of ideas, haven't you? Actually, we only have two choices: the house or our daughter. Think it over carefully before you choose," Mr. Yang said helplessly. Yang's mother lay on the bed, eyes wide open, lost in thought for a long time. Finally, she sighed deeply and said softly, "Of course, I'll choose my daughter! Tomorrow, you go find a buyer and sell this house for

a good price." "Don't worry," Yang's father replied resolutely. "Although this house is old and dilapidated, its location is good; it's in the city, after all. A man surnamed Wu once wanted to buy it outright to rebuild, offering 50,000 yuan, but I ignored him. However, he left his phone number, telling me to call him when I changed my mind. I'll call him tomorrow and discuss it. If he can afford the price, we'll sell the house."

"If we can get 50,000 yuan, that's a good idea. Besides the 3,000 yuan for tickets, we can save over 40,000 yuan. We can use the rest to start a small business." Yang's mother seemed quite insightful.

"Yes, we'll try some small business. If we're lucky, we can escape poverty." Yang's father encouraged his wife. Yang's mother

glanced around the familiar room with a lingering gaze, a hint of uncertainty in her heart. Honestly, although the house was old, she had lived there for many years and had developed an attachment to it. Leaving all at once was inevitably sad. Unconsciously, tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped them away.

Mr. Yang noticed his wife's emotional change and hugged her tightly, saying emotionally, "For our daughter's sake, we had no choice. It's all my fault for being incompetent, unable to earn money, unable to give you and our daughter a stable and comfortable life. I'm so ashamed!" Looking at his wife's hair, which was already streaked with gray, he felt a pang of sadness.

"Silly boy, we've been married for over ten years, and you still have to say such sentimental things," Mrs. Yang nestled in her husband's arms, stopping him from saying anything more.

The next day, Mr. Yang indeed contacted the buyer surnamed Wu. The buyer, surnamed Wu, was overjoyed. He hadn't expected that something he had always been unable to achieve would be resolved so easily today, and the seller had even taken the initiative to come to him. He was happier than if the sun had risen in the west. To avoid any unforeseen complications and missing this golden opportunity, the buyer, surnamed Wu, immediately counted out 50,000 yuan in bills for Yang's father.

Holding the wad of cash, Yang's father's hand trembled slightly. This mere 50,000 yuan was the price of a future of homelessness and displacement. The road ahead was uncertain, with no end in sight. Having finally managed to buy a third-class ticket at an inflated price for 5,000 yuan, Yang's father was already utterly exhausted.

Yang Zhijuan was overjoyed. Looking at the thin ticket in her father's hand, her eyes lit up with excitement. She jumped out of bed, as if all her illnesses had vanished instantly. She hugged her father tightly and said, "Dad, you're so good! You're the greatest father in the world."

Seeing his daughter regain her youthful vitality, Yang's father felt deeply gratified. He stroked her full head of black hair and said tenderly, "My dear daughter, I'm so glad you're alright! Any suffering I've endured is worth it!" Then, he said to his wife, who stood silently beside him, "Hurry up and pack your bags. We're moving tomorrow."

"Moving? Dad, did we buy a new house?" Yang Zhijuan asked happily.

"No. We've just lived here for so long, and we're tired of it. We want a change of scenery," Yang's father said casually. He didn't want to tell Xiaojuan the truth. Losing their house was, after all, a sad thing.

Chapter 094 Fortune Arrives:

The boxing match between Sun Wukong and James hadn't even started yet, and the tickets had already been swept up by a frenzy of moviegoers. Club owner Cai was overjoyed. He did the math: ticket revenue alone had already exceeded 80 million yuan, not even including the subsequent betting income. Haha, when luck strikes, nothing can stop it!

After repeated discussions and analyses with the club's betting experts, the odds were finally set. Considering James's absolute dominance, the odds of James winning were 1 to 1, while the odds of Sun Wukong winning were 1 to 13. Looking at the sales figures over three days, although the odds of Wukong winning were high, 95% of people were betting on James, creating a one-sided trend; James's victory became the overwhelming favorite.

"Why is this happening? James is too popular. If he wins smoothly, I'll lose a lot!" Mr. Cai said worriedly.

“Many people who buy tickets to watch the game are drawn by Sun Wukong’s star power, but these fans aren’t the main betting force, so they don’t wager much. The real gamblers are very pragmatic; they are the main betting

force , betting large sums of money on James, which has led to this situation,” the betting consultant explained to Mr. Cai.

“Then how about adjusting the odds? For example, adjusting Sun Wukong’s winning probability to 1 to 18 to attract bets and achieve balance,” Mr. Cai suggested.

“That’s a good idea; let’s discuss it further,” the betting consultant nodded.

After an all-night discussion, they finally decided to raise Sun Wukong’s winning probability to 1 to 18. They also introduced several new odds. For example, if Wukong loses the first round, the odds are 1 to 5. If Wukong loses the first five rounds, the odds are 1 to 8. If the match goes to ten rounds, the odds are 1 to 30.

“Haha, I’ve become a huge upset!” Wukong exclaimed, both laughing and crying, after hearing the news from Zhu Bajie.

Pigsy told Monkey the news inside the movie theater. Ever since Monkey gave the security guards instructions at the entrance, Pigsy had been swaggering in and out of the theater with his chest puffed out and belly protruding. The guards knew he was Monkey's junior brother, so they never stopped him. The reporters at the entrance, however, weren't so lucky; they were densely packed together, trying to see inside.

Waiting expectantly, with a forced smile, they were still refused entry by the security guards.

"Brother, our chance to make a fortune has arrived!" Pigsy pulled Monkey aside, grinning.

"Really? Pigsy, what new way have you found to get rich? You're not going to tell me about those pornographic DVDs again, are you?" Monkey teased him deliberately.

"Brother, why do you always bring up old grievances? I'm practically a part-owner of the Shuchang Inn now. As for the DVDs, I'm just in charge of sourcing them. The sales are all handled by my Japanese wife. She has over a hundred people working for her, and her sales network covers every place in Aolai. Why would I need to sell them myself?" Pigsy said, sounding aggrieved.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot, Pigsy is a boss now! My apologies!" Monkey congratulated him with a mock bow.

Bajie raised his chubby face and said smugly, "Of course! Senior Brother, don't always look down on people like that! I, Old Pig, am incredibly clever and wise beyond my years! I came here specifically to bring you money."

"Really? What kind of money? Tell me!" Wukong asked him.

Bajie whispered, "It's what I just told you. You're a huge underdog right now, nobody in the world has any faith in you." Bajie said mysteriously, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a fortune."

"You idiot, if nobody has any faith in me, how can I make a fortune?"

"Hehe, I'll bet on you, Senior Brother, and I can make a fortune, right?" Pigsy said confidently.

"Haha, what if I lose? Won't you lose everything? Let me tell you, I haven't been feeling well lately. My limbs are often weak, and I feel powerless. I wonder if I've caught the H5N1 virus. I'm thinking of going to the hospital to get checked out. I'm afraid I can't beat that James guy." Sun Wukong joked with him on purpose.

"Hehe, Senior Brother is joking with me again. Others may be in the dark, but I see it all clearly. With Senior Brother's abilities, let alone one James, even ten or a hundred of them wouldn't be a match for you. Besides, you can't afford to lose this battle," Pigsy said confidently.

Monkey didn't speak, squinting as he listened to him continue.

"This match is about your sense of honor. You won't give James a chance. I know you definitely don't want to lose to a deep-eyed, high-nosed

white man ," Pigsy grinned broadly.

"Hey, Pigsy, I'm not just flattering you, but since leaving the Buddhist realm, I've noticed you've become smarter. It proves that the Buddhist realm's cramming-style, impractical education is a failure. Your analysis is indeed insightful," Monkey gave him a thumbs up.

Bajie, flattered by Wukong's praise, practically wagged his tail in the air, grinning from ear to ear. He said, "It's a rare honor to receive such praise from you, Brother Monkey!" After a pause, he whispered in Wukong's ear, "Brother Monkey, I've staked everything I have this time!"

"Hehe, how much?"

"I bet a million." Bajie looked around to make sure no one was watching before speaking softly.

"Wow, where did you get so much money? Did you steal it?"

"Steal it? Show me! Let me tell you, this million was earned with my own sweat. Every single bill smells of my sweat!" Bajie said confidently.

"Not bad, not bad at all! Our old pig has learned to make money too, amazing! Even you, that lazybones who only knows how to eat, sleep, and relieve yourself, have learned to be self-reliant. When we get back to the Buddhist realm,

I'll apply to the Buddha for a 'Transformation' award for you, so that old monk Master will be envious!" Sun Wukong patted Bajie on the shoulder and said admiringly.

"Hehe, I'll be lucky if I don't get locked up by the Buddha when we get back, how could I dare to hope for any reward? I've broken quite a few Buddhist precepts, it seems I should change my name to Bajie, maybe to 'No Precepts,' that way, I don't have to be on any precepts, I can do whatever I want, and live a carefree life." Bajie said wistfully.

"Bajie, to be honest, I feel the same way. Human life is so colorful, strange and exciting, it's really exhilarating! We've been cooped up in the Buddhist realm for too long, it's a rare treat to come down here, we should enjoy ourselves." Sun Wukong said with emotion. It seems that the Buddha's countless days and nights of teachings haven't had much effect.

Seeing that Wukong was interested, Bajie was overjoyed and leaned closer, saying excitedly, "Brother, it's wonderful that you have this idea! I was worried you wouldn't cooperate with me!"

"Cooperate with you?"

"Yes, Brother, I want to borrow money from you to bet. If we win, we'll split it 50/50," Bajie said excitedly. "

And if we lose?" Wukong asked with a smile.

"Lose… well… Brother

won't lose," Bajie said, scratching his head.

"Hehe, life is unpredictable. Who wins and who loses is uncertain. Besides, you've come to the wrong place to borrow money; I'm much poorer than you," Wukong said, spreading his hands.

Bajie wasn't discouraged. He looked at Wukong and said with a smile, "It's okay if you don't have one, but you can think of a way..."

"Rob a bank?"

"Hehe, how could I, Old Pig, incite you, Senior Brother, to do something illegal? With your relationship with Xiaoyu, just ask her and borrow ten or twenty million, it's just a matter of asking!"

Chapter 095

Wukong was both amused and exasperated. Looking at Bajie's smug face, he really wanted to give him a good pat on the back. "Hey, Pigsy," Wukong said irritably, "calling you a pig-headed fool is really an understatement. Tens or twenty million? You think it's just a dollar or two? You think you can just ask for it? Do you think Xiaoyu is my wife?"

Pigsy grinned broadly, saying, "Big Brother, you have a lot of influence! Xiaoyu will definitely not refuse you, even if she doesn't care about me. Besides, you're practically guaranteed to win this match. The more you bet, the more you'll get back."

Wukong spread his hands and said, "Sorry, I can't help you."

Pigsy wasn't disappointed and said, "I knew you wouldn't dare to ask. I'll go talk to her myself." Wukong rolled his eyes and said, "Go talk to whoever you want, it's none of my business. But I still want to give you a heads-up: you're just asking for trouble. You'll naturally come full of hope and leave utterly disappointed."

"Really? Senior Brother underestimates me. Although I, Old Pig, am not very smart, I still have a very charming tongue. Just

watch , but you're not allowed to interfere," Pigsy said confidently. Then, ignoring Monkey's disdainful look, he went straight to Situ Yu's side and whispered, "Little Yu, my senior brother asked me to tell you something."

Situ Yu looked in Monkey's direction and saw him winking at her. Thinking that he really had sent Pigsy, she smiled and asked, "What is it? Why did he ask you to relay it?"

"There are too many people here, it's too noisy to talk about. Let's find a quiet place and sit down to discuss it," Pigsy said mysteriously. Situ Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, let's talk in my office."

Situ Yu led Pigsy to her office, while Monkey stood there staring blankly.

Half an hour later, the two returned. Pigsy was beaming with joy, like a triumphant general. Approaching Wukong, Bajie whispered in his ear, "Brother, I've taken care of things. Look, even the check is in my hands!"

He held the check high, thrusting it in front of Wukong. Wukong snatched it, and exclaimed, "Good heavens! Twenty million! Situ Yu is truly generous!" Turning to Situ Yu, he saw her standing a distance away, giving him a knowing smile.

"How about that? My eloquence wasn't bad, was it?" Bajie snatched the check back, saying smugly.

"Not only is it possible, it's unbelievable. I just don't understand how Xiaoyu could believe a smooth-talking idiot like you?" Wukong was completely baffled. He walked over to Situ Yu and whispered to him, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you? Giving so much money to Bajie?"

"Huh? Didn't you say you needed the money?" Situ Yu said in surprise, "Your junior brother said you were going to use this money to invest. I thought you were just too embarrassed to ask me."

This guy, he's such a big talker, incorrigible. He always lied to Master to slander me before, and now he's lying to deceive people again. Wukong hated Bajie so much he wanted to cripple him. Looking at Bajie, he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he felt guilty and had slipped away.

"This guy, he fooled you. He's using this money to gamble!" Wukong told the truth.

"Gambling?" Situ Yu was also shocked and said, "He really used this money

to gamble?"

Wukong explained Bajie's plan to Situ Yu. Hearing this, Situ Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's more like it. Of course, I'll support your match. Even if he hadn't asked me for money to bet, I would have still put in some money to support you. Now that your junior brother has stepped in, I don't have to worry about it."

"Hehe, I really admire you! Not only are you not angry, but you seem to think it's perfectly natural. It's a real bargain for that pig-headed guy, who suddenly becomes a millionaire. No, I have to find him. That guy is too slippery; I have to teach him a lesson." Wukong said gruffly.

After saying that, he strode towards the entrance of the movie theater. As soon as he stepped out, he was surrounded by a group of reporters who had been waiting for a long time. Long lenses and short cannons were all brought out and pointed at Wukong.

"Mr. Sun Wukong, the big fight is imminent. What preparations have you made for tomorrow night's boxing match?"

"Mr. Sun, what is your motivation for participating in the boxing match? Do you think you can defeat the American boxing champion James?"

"The match is about to start, but Mr. Sun is still filming as usual, seemingly indifferent to the boxing match

. Do you have some mysterious means to win in one fell swoop?"

...

Wukong was tightly surrounded by the crowd. Looking around, besides reporters, there were many fans shouting Sun Wukong's name loudly, some even screaming excitedly. The security guard at the door rushed over to help him out, but there were too many people, and the guard was pushed and shoved like a small fish drifting with the current.

"Wukong, I'm here!" A familiar voice of Sun Wukong came from the noisy crowd. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Yang Ru also in the bustling crowd, her face flushed, waving at Wukong.

Wukong was impatient from being pushed around, so he transformed into a male reporter, pretending to hold an interview microphone in his hand.

The surrounding crowd was jostling and jostling, and everyone was surprised when their target suddenly disappeared. They frantically searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Wukong.

"Huh, strange, how did Sun Wukong disappear so suddenly?"

"Yeah, could he fly or teleport?"

"He's truly a god!"

There were questions and exclamations, and everyone stopped,

at a loss .

Wukong, holding a microphone, pretended to be bewildered, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The crowd lessened, and Yang Ru stood there, looking dejected and preoccupied. She was probably annoyed that Wukong had left her without even a word, and she was holding a grudge.

Wukong walked over and said to her, "Hey, aren't you reporter Yang from the TV station? What a coincidence to see you here!"

Yang Ru was still angry. Looking at the "him" in front of her, he was a complete stranger, someone she didn't recognize at all. She racked her brains but couldn't remember where she had seen him before, so she listlessly replied, "Yes, what a coincidence!"

"Can we chat for a bit?" Wukong said mysteriously in a low voice.

Hmph, another lecherous playboy trying to pick up girls! Yang Ru sneered disdainfully. She had seen too many of these kinds of guys. Since she was eighteen, this kind of trick had been played on her almost every day.

"No, I have important things to do!" Yang Ru said coldly.

"Really? Sun Wukong has already slipped away, what else do you have to do?" Sun Wukong said with a grin.

"I have to go back to the TV station. Hmph

, that Sun Wukong, it's better not to interview him! What a piece of trash, he won't even answer the phone!" Hehe, he's really angry.

"Come with me, I'll give you a surprise!" Wukong said sincerely. Yang Ru was skeptical, but she carefully examined Wukong. Although his appearance was unfamiliar, his eyes were clear and bright, as if she had seen them before. Yang Ru wondered to herself, how could they resemble someone else's eyes? Sun Wukong? Yes, they were too similar. Remembering Wukong's many mysterious abilities—that guy could even fly—a mere disguise shouldn't be difficult for him. She thought, "I'll go with you and see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

The two arrived at a secluded corner. Yang Ru stopped, looked into Wukong's eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Stop pretending, you are Sun Wukong!"

Wukong was taken aback, not expecting this little girl to be so sharp-eyed and recognize him so easily. He chuckled and said, "It's not fun, I've already solved the mystery for you!"

Yang Ru pouted, her eyes glistening with tears, and said angrily, "You think it's fun? You don't even answer my calls, is that playing games?"

Chapter 096 Demanding

Tears welled up in Yang Ru's eyes, threatening to spill over. Wukong panicked and quickly explained, "Xiao Ru, I'm filming right now, of course I can't hear your calls. Believe me, I didn't ignore your calls on purpose. Did you come here specifically to visit me?" As he spoke, he tenderly embraced Yang Ru.

Seeing Wukong's embarrassed expression, Yang Ru's anger subsided considerably. She gently broke free from his embrace and nestled against him, laughing as she said, "Don't act so intimate. It'll be embarrassing if others see us."

"What's there to be afraid of? No one should recognize me like this."

"Hehe, you look so unfamiliar now. It feels like being held by a strange man; it's a bit odd. I came to see you not only because I wanted to, but also because of business. The audience is very interested in your boxing match, so the TV station wants me to cover it from start to finish," Yang Ru said.

"Okay, let's find a quiet place to talk. Anyway, I don't have any scenes coming up," Wukong said.

"Really? That's great!" Yang Ru's beautiful eyes shone with surprise.

Wukong smiled gently, took her hand, and led her outside to hail a taxi, heading straight back to the Jinhua Hotel.

"I have two colleagues waiting for me at the movie theater entrance," Yang Ru said in the taxi.

“Give them a call and tell them you saw Sun Wukong and want to interview him alone. Tell them not to wait and to go back to the TV station,” Wukong whispered in her ear.

Yang Ru did as she was told.

“I’ll use your phone for a bit,” Wukong said. “I also want to call Xiaoyu and ask for leave.”

Yang Ru handed him the phone. Wukong dialed Situ Yu’s number and said, “Xiaoyu, I’m chasing Bajie now. Don’t wait for me to come back!”

On the other end of the line, Situ Yu’s annoyed voice came through: “Wukong, your lying skills are getting better and better! Tell me honestly, are you with Yang Ru right now?”

Wukong chuckled sheepishly and said, “Xiaoyu, how did you know? Do you have clairvoyance?”

"Hmph, are you pretending to be ignorant? Don't tell me you don't even know your phone has caller ID!" Situ Yu said angrily on the other end of the phone. "Are you two going out to eat? I want to go too!

"

"This..." Wukong hesitated, unsure how to respond. After thinking for a while, he said, "Xiaoru and I are going to the TV station for an interview. I'll call you after we're done, and we can have dinner together, okay?"

"That's more like it! If you two leave me behind, I'll never talk to you again!" Situ Yu said coquettishly. Then she reluctantly hung up the phone.

"Are we going to the TV station now?" Yang Ru asked, puzzled.

"No. We're going back to the hotel now."

"Then what were you doing just now..."

"I lied to Xiaoyu," Wukong said shamelessly.

Yang Ru suddenly realized that Wukong had been lying.

"Hmph, you seem to be handling me and Situ Yu so well. Don't you get tired?" Yang Ru looked at Wukong with a meaningful gaze.

"I'm so tired, so incredibly tired. And I can't think of a solution," Wukong said helplessly.

"So, do you like me or Xiaoyu more?" Yang Ru asked expectantly.

Wukong pondered for a long time before saying, "I like them both!"

"You're too greedy!" Yang Ru was very dissatisfied with his answer, reaching out to pinch his ear and saying

, "I'm going to chop you up and make you into radish cake, you heartbreaker!"

Back at the hotel, as soon as she closed the door, Yang Ru hugged Wukong tightly, murmuring, "Wukong, it's been so long since I've seen you, you have to make up for my emotional wounds."

"How?" Wukong found it intriguing.

Yang Ru offered her red lips, answering Wukong's question.

His lips searched for hers, and she stood on tiptoe to meet him, surprised to find herself thirsty and greedy. Her fingers pressed against the hard muscles of his chest, sliding upwards, past his shoulders, and around his neck. His hot skin stung her palms, suggesting she needed more. His hands moved upwards, then slipped into her hair. His fingers dug into her hair, and she tilted her head back to accept his deeper kiss.

He struggled to move his lips away, breathing heavily, cupping her face in his hands, intently searching her eyes, his gaze fervent. "Xiaoru," he called hoarsely, "Ever since I left you that morning, I haven't been able to shake you off my mind, and every time I think of you, my blood seems to boil.

I've never felt this way before; I feel a little panicked, yet I also enjoy it." Wukong confessed his heart. Indeed, for some time now, he had been troubled by this inexplicable emotion. This was a dangerous emotion; I would be deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate myself

. Wukong knew this very well. I am but a traveler in this world; in the near future, I will leave her, leaving behind longing and memories. However, this realization did not dampen his rising passion. Holding Yang Ru's fiery, soft body in his arms, breathing in her faint, delicate fragrance, he felt his emotions surge like a bursting dam. Perhaps it was the adventure, the excitement, the novelty… perhaps there was more! This was what he desperately craved; he didn't want to miss it all.

She unbuttoned his shirt and reached inside, feeling his hard, firm muscles. She opened her mouth to taste his burning face, then slid her lips to his throat and collarbone, inhaling his masculine breath deeply.

His hands caressed her, his breath hot against her face, deep and slow, but trembling. His heart pounded like a drum against her palms.

His fiery passion

reconnected them. He pressed her soft body against his firm muscles, his hands sliding over her body and pressing down on her. He was like a wild male animal, radiating powerful energy; his strength thrilled Yang Ru, and a low moan escaped her lips. This spurred him to react even more intensely.

She felt the power of his muscles, the tremors within him, the rapid beating of his heart, and his endless desire for her. He had been waiting, suppressing himself. Once the floodgates of desire were opened, his passion erupted, unstoppable.

He scooped her up and carried her quickly to the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed. The sheets were embroidered with wild rose petals, soft and fragrant; verdant leaves circled her upper body. He gently removed her top, revealing her fair and delicate skin. He placed his hands on her, caressing her softly, like a summer breeze.

"Come on," she couldn't help but moan, "love me!"

He removed his clothes and tossed them aside. She admired his physique with her eyes; his

body was well-proportioned, his muscles taut and smooth. Under the light, his smooth skin shone like polished bronze. Yang Ru was completely captivated by him.

Chapter 97 Playful

Yang Ru buried her head in Wukong's chest and said tenderly, "Wukong, do you know? I've been thinking about you every day since I've seen you. Have you thought about me?"

"Yes, of course I've missed Xiaoru," Wukong replied without hesitation. These words came from the bottom of his heart. In the quiet of the night, he often thought of Yang Ru's smiling face and her warmth.

"I hope you mean it," Yang Ru said. "Recently, there's been a lot of talk about you participating in the boxing match. Everyone says you've lost your mind, actually challenging the American boxing champion. If I weren't so busy lately, I would have come to visit you already."

"What have you been busy with lately?" Wukong asked her.

“Two dismemberment cases have occurred in the city in a row, and I was assigned to interview the victims' families, so I’ve been incredibly busy,” Yang Ru explained. “Both victims were young women, around twenty years old. It’s such a pity, such vibrant lives, gone just like that. According to the police investigation, they all had one thing in common before they died: they had been drinking alone in a bar and were sexually assaulted afterwards. It’s estimated that the killer is the same person, and this person must be extremely twisted.”

“Dismemberment? How twisted!” Wukong exclaimed in astonishment, his mouth agape. “Such a psychopath should be caught and torn to pieces.”

“Exactly. Now single women are afraid to go to bars, and even going out alone on the street is nerve-wracking. Everyone is on edge, not knowing when this serial killer will reappear,” Yang Ru said worriedly. “Sometimes I have to work overtime and get home late, and I’m also on edge, afraid that I might accidentally fall into the hands of this devil.”

“Yes, you’re so beautiful, you’re definitely a prime target for a psychopath,” Wukong joked.

Wukong's words infuriated Yang Ru, who swung her fist at his chest and cried out, "You dare scare me? I'll flatten you! I don't care, you're in charge of picking me up from work from now on!"

"Oh dear, that's a slip of the tongue! Okay, okay, I take back what I said. Xiaoru, you have amazing skills, that demon definitely won't dare to mess with you. Please let me go." Wukong quickly begged for mercy.

"No way! I won't change my mind. It would be a waste of resources to leave such a free bodyguard unused. You'll be my personal bodyguard for a while,

until the police catch the demon." Yang Ru persisted.

"Really? With the police station's efficiency, they won't solve the case for at least ten or eight years. Wouldn't that make me your long-term laborer? My queen, I have to work too. Why should I pick you up from work every day? Do you think I'm a stay-at-home dad?" Wukong said helplessly.

"You don't have to pick me up or drop me off, but starting tonight, I'll live here every day!" Yang Ru said coquettishly. "From this moment on, my food, clothing, shelter, and transportation will all depend on you! I won't go to work anymore; I'll be your parasite."

"Hehe, even resorting to persistent pestering! When did my Xiaoru become so difficult to deal with? Okay, for your happiness and that of all the beautiful women, I'll play detective and take down that serial killer!" Wukong said readily. Actually, he had this idea for a while; he was just joking with Yang Ru earlier.

"Hehe, I knew you'd do that. I've known you for so long, I know you too well! You can't tolerate even a speck of dust in your eyes, so how could you let this heinous demon get away with it? Wukong, I love you!" Yang Ru gave him a

passionate kiss.

"Don't praise me yet, I still need your cooperation. After dinner tonight, we'll go to a bar. You'll pretend to be a single woman to lure the snake out. Do you have the guts?" Wukong asked her.

"Of course! With you protecting me, I'm not afraid! I don't feel any fear at all, because I know that you'll always appear at the right time when I need you most," Yang Ru answered without hesitation.

“Like now?” Wukong gazed at her dreamy eyes with a half-smile, saying, “I’ll be there for you when you need me most.”

“Mmm,” she hummed softly in response.

She was like a kitten in his arms, light, soft, and docile. She leaped onto him, covering him like a mermaid.

She became the initiator, caressing him, invading his tongue, igniting his passionate flames. He felt her soft body pressed tightly against his chest, gently wriggling, slippery and sensual. His hands slid along her smooth, satin-like back, soft and gentle, like a breeze across a lake.

His caresses drew him into a vortex of desire; she floated in the water, warm currents swirling around her

. Wukong held her tightly, telling her his needs through passionate caresses.

Her legs intertwined with his. She could clearly feel his strength and heat. A warm current emanated from him, like an electric current, coursing through her body. Her soft body tensed with excitement, the feeling of blissful fulfillment bringing her peace and joy.

Wukong rolled over and laid her flat on the bed. She let out a soft moan, her legs went weak, and her head began to spin, as if she had drunk a large glass of strong liquor. She closed her eyes, quietly feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from deep within her body.

He responded with a soft pant, and her back felt like a taut bowstring.

She couldn't hear anything, only the roar of her own blood; she couldn't feel anything, only an indescribable joy; she couldn't see anything, only his face, only those gentle eyes gazing at her.

Wukong propped his head up with his hand, turning to admire Yang Ru's alluring body, and said, "So beautiful! Little Ru, your skin is so fair and smooth, it gets more and more beautiful the more I look at it."

Yang Ru closed her eyes slightly, a charming smile appearing on her face, and said, "If you want to look, you can look your fill, I'm going

to sleep for a while."

"Don't sleep, we have an appointment to have dinner with Situ Yu. And we have a mission tonight, which is to catch a serial killer," Wukong reminded her. Yang Ru reluctantly opened her eyes and said, "I almost forgot, I should get up. But I'm too lazy to even get out of bed right now, can you do it for me?"

"I'd be happy to," Wukong said with a grin.

Wukong went over and took her hand. His hand was quite restless, pinching her here and there, making Yang Ru giggle. Yang Ru smiled shyly...

"You look so strange, what are you laughing at?" Wukong asked.

"Hehe, you look so funny right now, it reminds me of the eunuchs of ancient times. They often helped empresses and concubines get up. I wonder if they were as restless as you are now? And always trying to take advantage of you?" Yang Ru covered her mouth and giggled.

Wukong himself found it funny and said, "Do I look like a eunuch?"

"Yes and no. If eunuchs were as muscular as you, then the emperor's green hats would be flying everywhere!" Yang Ru's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Wukong, and a blush rose on her face.

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