America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 14 The Boomerang Bullet

"Every Chinese person at the school is incredibly wealthy! And they're incredibly generous! They buy townhouses in wealthy California neighborhoods outright with just a snap up the cash! And their families are mostly in the service industry!"

Jason looked on with envy and resentment. "Sometimes I even think, I wish I had been born in China! Fxxk you! America!!"

"..."

They've turned the world upside down, folks. These days even the old rednecks in Texas are starting to implement this.

A bullet fired in Europe hundreds of years ago finally struck the old redneck between the eyebrows centuries later.

Service industry?

Zhang Ailun was completely bewildered and filled with doubt.

What service industry can make so much money?

"Fxxk you! Jason! Stop bragging!! You're only 5.5 inches at most."

The black woman with dreadlocks next to him suddenly spoke up, openly mocking and dissing him, "Are you projecting yourself into those porn movies? Those are all tough guys who dare to let doctors operate on them, not weaklings like you."

"Yeah, I know! You don't need to say more, Fitz. So what? Just because we slept together?"

Jason, his face flushed and neck bulging, shouted, "I'm at least stronger than Asians, right? Allen? How old are you?"

He turned around and pointed the finger at Zhang Ailun.

Zhang Ailun's lips twitched.

Thank you, I was offended.

Do you eat fried dough sticks?

How am I supposed to answer this kind of question?

That's a stereotype!

"I'm nine inches."

Zhang Ailun chose to tell the truth.

"Fxxk you!! Allen! This can't be!!"

Jason's eyes widened immediately, and the others looked like they'd seen a ghost, shaking their heads in disbelief. "Unless you can prove it to me!!"

"Dude, how am I supposed to prove to you that there are this many girls here?"

Zhang Ailun shrugged.

"Are you going to let the two of us spend some time together privately, and then say to me, 'Hey, Allen, you're amazing! So powerful and awesome! I brought condoms!'"

"Fxxk! I don't want to! That's stupid, okay? Dude! Why are you so curious about me? You're not a woman." Zhang Ailun cursed.

Jason scratched his head.

Unwilling to give up, they planned to verify it privately.

He didn't want to admit that he was the weakest one besides Simone's ex.

Even Dave is much stronger than him; the other guy is seven inches tall.

They call themselves French cannons!

"You're drunk, Jason. Don't stand up and bother others!" Simone stood up and tugged at him.

"Okay, maybe I was drunk, but I only drank two bottles of Budweiser."

Jason shrugged, sat back down, and patted Zhang Allen on the shoulder. "Dude, I'm not targeting you, don't take it to heart. We're just curious about this issue! It's like we're equally curious about why the Japanese like to eat shit so much."

"..."

Does Xiao Rizi have this hobby? It seems so.

"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart, because I'm a super tough guy."

Zhang Ailun shrugged and said with a smile, "We're both different types of keys, buddy! You have to find your own, stop staring at me, okay? Actually, small ones are cute too."

"Oh man! Is this something you can say out loud? Hahahaha..." Everyone around burst into laughter.

Jason scratched his head and his face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

"Allen, on my way back I heard people talking about a new Asian homeless man who beat up all the other homeless people on the street and took over an entire street. That person must be you, right?" Simone said with a smile.

"It's me." Zhang Ailun nodded, not expecting that everyone knew what he had done; the news spread far too quickly.

"I knew it! I knew it was you!!"

Simone cheered, turned to Fitz beside her, and held out her hand, "Give me the money!!"

Fitz, a black woman with dreadlocks wearing a t-shirt, rolled her eyes and said, "Bitch, you got lucky this time."

He reluctantly pulled $5 from his work pants pocket and handed it to Simone.

He then looked at Allen and said, "Bro, I must say you're quite a surprise. I heard you're a boxing champion? Look at those muscles, no wonder you were able to chase Ethan and his gang away."

Dave, the Frenchman next to him, rolled up Zhang Allen's sleeve and found that it was all muscle, as hard as iron, and he couldn't squeeze it no matter how hard he tried.

"Dude, that's outrageous. You must know how to order Chinese kung fu, right?!"

Dave found it incredible.

"I never said that, and I haven't won many championships. I just enjoy fitness."

Zhang Ailun said with a smile, "But ordinary people are indeed no match for me. Two or three of them can't bury me. I have two bones."

"You weren't this humble during the day, bro," Simone teased immediately. "Be confident, Allen. You can say how amazing you are; we'd like you to look after us in the future!"

"I'd be happy to do that."

Zhang Ailun laughed heartily: "Okay, you figured it out. I really am amazing, because I can punch 350 kilograms! My average punch weight is 700 pounds!"

"I once challenged a heavyweight boxer who was 198cm tall and weighed 260kg. His punch had 960 pounds in it, and he's definitely going to be a heavyweight champion! And I can fight a champion, so don't you think I'm amazing?"

"Oh!! That's amazing! You could go straight to MMA and play professionally, buddy."

Everyone burst into laughter.

The group raised their bottles again and chanted "Long live freedom!" around the campfire. "To hell with America!"

"Sorry I'm late! Are you all having a good time chatting here?"

A voice came from behind him. Zhang Ailun turned around and saw a white girl.

She has slightly wavy blonde hair, brown eyes with colorful eyeshadow, and red lipstick. She wears a black Nike short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and flat shoes.

"I just woke up. Who was shouting and yelling here just now?" the girl asked.

"Hey, hello, what's your name?" Upon noticing the new face, she immediately greeted her and asked.

"You can call me Alan," Zhang Ailun replied.

"Hello, Allen, my name is Jennifer. Are you a newcomer here?" The white girl sat down next to him and boldly and enthusiastically hugged his arm.

Dave, who was squeezed two seats away from him, looked at him strangely, shook his head without saying anything, and took a swig of his drink.

"Hey! Jennifer! Can you please not jump straight into this? It's going to scare our boys! Are you going to try and have sex with every man staying at the camp?"

Simone said unhappily.

"Okay, I just heard that some new people have arrived at the camp, so I came to check it out. I have to go to work now." Jennifer shrugged, completely unconcerned about the other person's attitude.

He casually picked up Zhang Ailun's wine bottle, took a swig straight from the bottle, then cupped Zhang's face and kissed him hard on the cheek.

Reluctantly, she said, "Although I really wanted to stay here a little longer and get to know you better, unfortunately, I don't have that much time today."

Nalas's gaze was so affectionate, even when looking at a dog.

Zhang Ailun swore that this was the first time he had ever seen such a look in someone's eyes.

"Goodbye, handsome! Remember to look after my work sometime in the future."

He grabbed a piece of fried chicken, dusted himself off, and walked away with a flourish.

"Does she have a job? Or is it a night shift job? Does she work part-time at some convenience store?"

Zhang Ailun was slightly surprised. He touched his cheek, realizing that the West Coast wasn't just home to female benefactors, but also to such a fiery and passionate golden rose!

She is really beautiful, with delicate and well-defined features, and a great temperament. She's definitely a 5 out of 10, and she also has a very attractive figure.

Like an angel fallen to earth.

(End of this chapter)