Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

At first, Ma Jie didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it was a public area, and it wasn't unusual for young girls to come in, let alone older men.

The hotel does have those so-called "private hot springs," which are independent hot spring pools exclusively for individuals and small groups.

But you have to pay extra to use it. Ma Jieke doesn't have that kind of fetish. After all, when you shower at Dongda University, especially in the north, everyone is completely naked. What kind of scene haven't you seen? Why would you be afraid of seeing it?

As a result, the two old men pretended to chat for a while, and one of them walked over and sat down opposite the disheveled Jimmy to start a conversation.

"Hey boy, good evening. Is it just the two of you?"

Jimmy, a veteran player of the closed beta server, immediately became wary.

Over the years, while he was homeless on the streets, he was harassed by strangers countless times. If he hadn't joined the Blue Hair Squad early on and had Max protecting him, he probably would have been transformed countless times by now.

"Is there anything I can help you with? My friend and I don't want to be disturbed."

Ma responded coldly, his unspoken message being clear: don't mess with me.

"Don't get me wrong, boy." The man immediately changed his expression to a smile: "We're all out having fun, just getting to know each other and having a good time. Actually, I'm a casting director with my own studio in Los Angeles. I thought you had a pretty good physique, so I wanted to chat with you for a bit. You know what I mean, buddy, in the San Fernando Valley."

Damn! Upon hearing the location, Ma Jie couldn't hold back any longer. Seriously, am I really that perfect in both looks and talent?

The San Fernando Valley, also known as the Valley of Passion, needs no further explanation; it is a cluster of distinctive industries.

Otherwise, would you like to play Shang-Chi? You'd better gain weight first.

If it's a girl, she'll be even more unlucky; she'll be disfigured first.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in this job."

Upon learning of the other party's wishes, Ma Jieke decisively refused. "I make money with my talent. You want me to sell my looks? That's an insult."

The older white man was quite surprised. Don't forget, this is Los Angeles, home to the famous Hollywood, where countless young people come to pursue their dreams every year.

At the foot of Hollywood Hills, if you walk into any restaurant or bar, all the waiters and waitresses are actors and screenwriters.

A qualified screenwriter usually starts with simple scripts like "Crazy Plumber," "Office Romance," and "The Troubles of a Female Teacher."

A casting director is someone who selects male and female actors for these scripts.

The general process is as follows: when you enter the interview room, you will see a very conspicuous red sofa.

Then you quickly take off your pants, lie down, and that's it. As for whether you get selected, go home and wait for the notification.

Don't think this is a job anyone can do; it's incredibly competitive, with hundreds or even thousands of people vying for a single performance spot.

So when Jack Ma refused, he directly told him, "You're so clean-living, what are you doing in Los Angeles? Are you waiting to take over as mayor?"

Seeing his companion's discomfiture, the other older white man shifted his focus to Jimmy, deliberately moving closer to him and revealing a fake smile: "Hey boy, have you ever thought about this? You have great natural talent, suitable for genre films. If you work with me, I guarantee I can make you famous. Once you've accumulated enough fame, you can enter Hollywood. This is a rare opportunity."

Genre film? What genre? A strongman-locked-up man?

"You're talking about entering Hollywood? Why don't you just say you're sweeping the Oscars?"

Even a prostate-trained man like Ma Jie could tell that these two old rabbits weren't directors at all; they were just using the guise of sex to scam women.

"Jimmy, ignore him." Sensing something was wrong, Ma Jie decisively stood up: "Let's go back to the room. Unless you like being messed with, erase everything you just heard from your brain."

"Hey, don't go, buddy! How about a thousand dollars?"

Seeing that this approach wasn't working, the white man dropped his pretense, placed his hand on Jimmy's thigh, and leered, "If you think it's not enough, I can add more. Judging from your appearance, you don't seem to frequent places like this often. Are you still in high school? If you'd like, I can be your sugar daddy."

"Sugar daddy" refers to older men who maintain close relationships with younger partners by providing financial support, gifts, and other material assistance. This practice is quite popular in Europe and America.

"Don't touch me!" Jimmy suddenly became very agitated when touched by a strange man, and subconsciously waved his hand, unexpectedly slapping the other man across the face.

"Fuck! How dare you hit me, you rude jerk!"

Enraged, the white man was about to retaliate when suddenly the back of his head sank forward, plunging his entire head into the pool.

"You fucking... ton ton ton... ton ton ton..."

The other person kept splashing around in the hot spring, sending up sprays of water, but Ma Jieke's hand held him down like an iron clamp.

"I'm warning you, you old bastard, if you're looking to get something for nothing, don't pick the wrong target. Today I'll let you drink your fill."

"Ton ton ton...ton ton ton..."

"Hey kid, what are you doing? Let him go!"

Seeing his companion being treated so roughly by an Asian man, the guy had tried to stop him earlier.

"You dare touch me, you bastard? I'll break your third leg!"

He pointed directly at Ma Jieke's nose and threatened him. Seeing Ma Jieke's fierce and menacing appearance, Ma Jieke immediately cowered in fear.

Just kidding. What's your body type? What's mine? If we really started fighting, I'd beat the crap out of your head.

He couldn't help but swallow, and his tone softened: "Buddy, can you pull him up first? He'll drown if you do this."

Feeling that the other person's struggles had indeed weakened, Ma Jie pulled him out of the water like a turtle.

"Huff...puff puff puff..." The old white man swallowed a bellyful of bathwater and started vomiting on the shore, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He stretched his wrists, grabbed his sparse hair, and snapped, "Apologize, or I'll keep pouring it on you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'll leave right away."

"Leave?" Ma Jieke laughed. "Did I say you could leave?"

As she spoke, she forcefully pulled his bath towel off his waist, then twisted it into a ball right in front of him and threw it up the tree with all her might.

"And you, don't force me to do it myself."

"This...this isn't quite right, is it, buddy..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" If you can take action, don't waste time with words. He confiscated their initial equipment and left the two crazy cavemen standing there contemplating life.

Where did these strangers and weirdos come from? They're really messing with people's minds.

"Hahahaha, Jack, you're so mean! No, no, I'm going to laugh myself to death!"

After fleeing the crime scene and returning to his hotel room, Jimmy laughed so hard he could hardly breathe, rolling around on the bed.

How can you retaliate against someone like that? You've already taken all the bamboo shoots.

Ma Jieke didn't find it particularly funny and continued playing on his phone.

I opened Facebook and saw several unread messages, all of which appeared to be from girls.

Max: I've arrived at the camp. You two, don't stay out too late. Take good care of Jimmy; he can't hold his liquor.

Fiona: Hey Jack, have you had dinner yet? Do you want me to bring you some back?

Sandy: Hey sweetheart, I'm bored and want to find someone to drink with.

Valentina: Tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, near the expiration date, gift packs of snacks will be distributed at the entrance of the Holito supermarket in the Fifth Street area.