America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

"fart!"

"I had several girlfriends in high school, even the cheerleader from the school next door pursued me... It's just that after entering medical school, the workload was too heavy and I also had to work part-time, so I didn't have time for these boring social interactions," Chen Ming tried to justify himself.

Although he had zero real-world experience, he already had a harem in various games.

"Alright, alright, I believe in our Casanova." Sofia smiled like a fox who had just stolen a chicken.

"Since you're so capable and have so much practical experience, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to win over a lonely female reporter who's desperate for love? What are you hesitating about?"

She excitedly crossed her legs and gestured with the back of the bag that had just contained potato chips.

"Come on, let's quickly make some plans. You can go over at nine o'clock tomorrow night, but you absolutely can't wear that formal suit again. You need to be something new. Go change into something that shows off your chest muscles but looks casual, like a dark shirt or something. You also have to unbutton the top two buttons, so it's just a little bit showing..."

Sofia got more and more excited as she talked.

"I can go and help you."

"Why are you going with them?" Chen Ming was a little confused.

"I'll be your backup. We can buy a pair of miniature walkie-talkies. If you don't know how to respond in a crucial moment, I'll remotely guide you on how to flirt with her." Sophia's eyes lit up.

"Only women know what women want most."

"If things go wrong, or if she tries to force herself on you and you're not mentally prepared... I can rush in, knock on the door, and pretend to be a delivery person to help you out."

"..."

As Chen Ming listened to Sophia's endless stream of ideas, he painfully closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

If there's a way to get back to China, he'd be willing to pay a mere ten thousand US dollars for a ticket.

……

Nine o'clock the next evening.

Standing in front of the mirror, after a long period of mental preparation, Chen Ming finally succumbed to reality, changed into a dark blue fitted shirt and a casual jacket, and followed Sophia's advice to unbutton the top two buttons of his collar, revealing his figure just right...

Compared to the previous formal attire, this outfit is clearly more striking.

As he opened the car door, Sophia, who was in the passenger seat, was fiddling with a pair of miniature intercom headsets. Her eyes lit up when she saw Chen Ming.

"Wow, I knew this outfit would suit you... Would you mind if I took a picture?"

Chen Ming ignored her and took out his phone to dial Michelle's number.

"It's me, Chen."

Chen Ming quickly adjusted his voice, his tone revealing trepidation.

"We really need to talk again. Shall we go to your place?"

However, what came through the receiver was a bass-heavy dance track.

"What a coincidence... the plans have changed, boy."

Michelle's voice carried a hint of intoxication and languor.

"Come to The Abbey bar in West Hollywood."

"bar?"

"That's right, staying at home on weekends is so boring," Michelle chuckled.

"This place is quite interesting. You wanted to see my abilities, right? You'll find out when you get here."

The call was abruptly ended.

Sofia, standing nearby, tossed her headphones onto the watch face and burst into laughter.

"Good heavens... meeting an informant at a nightclub instead of a safe house? It seems this female reporter is more interested in you than in the investigative data."

"Get ready to give yourself up, you Casanova... Should I go buy you some condoms and lubricant?"

"Don't forget we're in the same boat now. I'll drive, you look up the place online first."

Chen Ming shifted gears expressionlessly and stepped on the gas.

"What the hell... (What the hell...)"

A few minutes later, Sofia suddenly let out a gasp as if she had seen a ghost.

Chen Ming, however, seemed unfazed and asked a casual question without turning his head.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with that place? Is it a gang's territory?"

"No...it's not a gangster's place, it's much more troublesome than that."

Sophia turned her head and looked Chen Ming up and down with an extremely complicated expression, as if she were seeing this man for the first time.

"Chen... are you sure you didn't inadvertently give off any... strange signals when you were chatting with her at the coffee shop yesterday?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Chen Ming frowned slightly, feeling uneasy under her gaze.

"I just found information about The Abbey."

Sofia held her phone screen up to Chen Ming.

"This is indeed one of the most famous bars in West Hollywood, a favorite haunt of celebrities and politicians, but it has a small, very famous label..."

She paused for a moment, then spoke her answer slowly and deliberately.

"It's a gay bar."

"squeak--"

The car suddenly braked at the intersection.

Chen Ming suddenly turned his head to look at Sophia's phone screen, and his expression became quite interesting.

The above is the Wikipedia page for "The Abbey," and the first line prominently states, "A landmark gay nightclub and restaurant in Los Angeles."

The carriage fell into a deathly silence.

"so……"

Sofia swallowed.

"This rich young lady and reporter invited you, a 1.85-meter-tall Asian hunk with pecs that could burst out of his shirt, to a gay bar on a weekend evening?"

"Does she have some kind of unusual viewing fetish?"

Chen Ming felt his throat was dry and his back was wet.

"My behavior at the coffee shop yesterday was perfectly normal; I was just a poor student who was terrified."

That's really strange.

Sofia stroked her chin and began to give a serious but nonsensical analysis.

"Is it possible that this Cabot family heiress is actually a hidden transgender person? Or that she's ostensibly a journalist, but secretly the madam of this bar, planning to have you serve some important figure?"

"...You should stop reading those third-rate Hollywood scripts."

Chen Ming rolled his eyes at Sophia, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and started driving again.

"You'll find out what she's up to when you get there."

Half an hour later, Chen Ming and Sophia got out of the car with mixed feelings.

"I'll keep watch from across the street, I won't go in." Sophia shoved a miniature Bluetooth earpiece into Chen Ming's hand, then pulled his shirt collar down a little more.

"Remember not to show any fear... If you get your butt touched or something after you go in, just think of it as being rubbed by a stray dog, and you'll just bear with it."

"Shut your mouth first."

Chen Ming, his face dark, put his earphones back in and walked towards the entrance.

Pushing open the soundproof door, deafening electronic dance music instantly filled my ears.

The Abbey was even crazier than Chen Ming had imagined—it lacked the dim atmosphere of a traditional bar, with huge crystal chandeliers everywhere, male dancers dressed in outfits that needed to be censored to be uploaded swaying their hips above the bar, and the area below was packed with men holding drinks and young girls looking for fun…

After looking at the things on the dance floor for just a few seconds, Chen Ming had an urge to gouge his eyes out.