Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

Chapter 120 Today, we become sworn brothers.

Ever since Zhou Lin poked Shen Mo with the big black stick, he seemed to have embarked on a strange journey.

I feel like I'm learning something new every day.

I originally thought that Shen Mo was popular in China, but still quite a distance from those superstars.

As for why it has such strong box office appeal, it's purely because this bastard knows how to pull off some stunts.

This time, they're going abroad together, and Shen Mo is probably just like any other ordinary person.

But today Zhou Lin realized that he seemed to be wrong, and very wrong at that.

Those so-called superstars are nothing.

When Shen Daniu came out, it was as if he had arrived at his home turf.

Ever since they got off the plane, they were recognized as soon as they took a few steps.

After all, it's the United States, the beacon of civilization, and most people there are still very polite and refined.

But it was just a distant insult: "Mazda's feverish jokr."

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Shen Mo didn't bother with any of that, but whenever he saw a pretty young lady dressed up, this bastard would start flirting with her.

That son of a bitch has absolutely no regard for his image, endlessly rambling on with those young ladies.

Those women weren't very firm in their stance either. They were easily amused by Shen Daniu's words and started stuffing notes into Shen Mo's hand.

If you keep walking by the river, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

Now look what's happened; I'm surrounded by a group of foreigners who are drawing dragons and phoenixes.

There's no particular reason, I just can't stand "the Joker who's getting hot."

Zhou Lin wanted to go up and persuade Shen Mo to quickly calm things down, as there were still things to do later.

Old Zhou saw what he was thinking and quickly pulled him aside, saying, "There's security at the airport, it's fine."

Damn, is this all right? Those burly men weigh at least 300 pounds, and their butts are bigger than suitcases.

Before Zhou Lin could react, Shen Daniu'er delivered a Wing Chun finger strike, sending the thickest man rolling on the ground.

Zhou Lin could swear that Shen Daniu'er's fingers definitely had something on them, but it was hard to say exactly what it was.

But the foreigner who started foaming at the ground is definitely not complete.

Shen Daniu arrogantly said to the group of burly men, "I adhere to the principle of not backing down."

"I believe you insects are threatening my personal safety."

"I can make money for those Hollywood bigwigs now, and they'll find me the best lawyers."

After Shen Mo finished speaking, he pointed to one of Warner executives who had come to pick him up.

The executive coldly addressed the group of burly men, "You should have heard of Warner's legal team."

Shen Daniu, once he gets an inch, he starts to push his luck.

With his hands behind his back, like an old Union Jack bullying his way through, he continued speaking to the burly men, "I'm three numbers short now."

"Kiss my feet, and I will forgive you."

"Otherwise, I'll beat you all to death today."

The group initially thought Shen Mo was a damned Chinese man who would be easy to bully.

Unexpectedly, without a word, he used his amazing skills to knock the leader of the group to the ground, spewing foam.

They looked at each other and thought that what the Chinese man said seemed to be true.

Survival or humiliation, is there even a choice?

As good sons and daughters of Onsa, being able to bend and stretch is a basic skill; a little bit of humiliation is nothing.

Moreover, it's not a big deal for someone in a lower position to submit to someone in a higher position.

They all bent down, exposing their hairy buttocks, and respectfully kissed Shenmo's toes.

"Respected Joker, we have offended you... You are the true king..."

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Zhou Lin's eyes nearly popped out. Damn, he really did graduate from university and go to school.

Why does this scene feel so unfamiliar?

Is this the America he knows?

He stammered as he looked at Old Chen, who was watching the commotion with amusement, and asked, "Why aren't you taking pictures?"

Old Chen said mysteriously, "It's meaningless, it sounds like fake news."

Zhou Lin nodded, thinking to himself, even if this were reported back, not everyone would believe it, and it might even bring him a bad reputation.

Saying that you're just indulging in self-indulgent fantasy could easily cost you your job.

"Indeed, no one would believe me even if I told them."

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"Let's wait a few more years, things will get better gradually."

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Silence became the "king," and the Warners became even more respectful.

They served the old man with utmost care throughout, and even Old Chen and Zhou Lin received special treatment.

Zhou Lin scratched his head and said to Old Chen, "This is fucking different from what those people were saying."

"How come it's different?" Old Chen asked with a smile as he took pictures of the Big Apple scenery outside the car window.

"Isn't it said that you have to be humble to earn respect from others?"

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"Isn't Shen Daniu'er being humble? He's already knocked one down."

Zhou Lin opened his mouth, unsure how to respond to Old Chen's words.

This old man looks honest and simple, just like Old Wang next door.

But just now Zhou Lin discovered that Old Chen could chat with the Warner people in English, and despite his sly appearance, his English was surprisingly fluent.

Zhou Lin is considered a high achiever; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get into Tencent right after graduation.

With his own broken English, he could barely understand what Old Chen was saying, such as "small card," "blonde hair," and "long legs."

Zhou Lin didn't understand what the two of them said.

Shen Mo sat in the middle of the van, turned around and said to Lao Zhou with a sly grin, "You're paying for it yourself, don't let anyone set you up."

Old Chen adjusted his glasses and replied straightforwardly, "Hehe, don't worry."

The van arrived quickly. The hotel was a huge golden cube with "Terrible" written on it in English.

Dana White was already waiting at the hotel entrance, with a tall blond man beside him, looking arrogant and smug.

He personally opened the car door for Shen Mo, then gave him a warm hug before pointing to the blond-haired man beside him and introducing him: "This is my good friend, Te Meifu."

"Knowing you were coming, he came to check on you too."

As Shen Mo looked at that punchable face, the catchy background music of "YMCA" immediately started playing in his ears.

In an instant, Shen Daniu felt a surge of wickedness rising within him, a powerful impulse filling his chest.

Damn it, should we just kill him...?

With my current abilities, I can definitely get rid of him in twenty seconds, and I should be able to escape most of the time.

The temptation is quite strong.

After thinking about what that bastard did next, I'm a bit confused.

That was even more powerful than Wei Zhongxian, creating a complete mess.

Based on what he did, Shen Mo began to suspect that he might be part of a group.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain what he did.

That was purely for feeding blue pills to people who were experiencing a brief moment of lucidity before death; they were meant to provide temporary relief.

As Shen Mo and the golden retriever's hands clasped together, their grip tightened unconsciously as their thoughts drifted.

Until the golden retriever couldn't take it anymore and whimpered, begging Shen Mo to let go.

Shen Daniu'er revealed an innocent smile and said to the big golden retriever, "We really hit it off immediately. How about we become sworn brothers today?"