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n“Yes, it’s true. Spiderman saved me,” a woman said excitedly to the camera on TV.

n“I saw him. I really saw him. He personally saved me from the captors.”

n“I saw him too. He wore a Spiderman headpiece.”

nThe witnesses and victims were being interviewed by the media.

nAll of them claimed that Spiderman had saved them.

nOf course, anyone with common sense knew that it was someone wearing a Spiderman headpiece.

nBut some people thought that it really was Spiderman. That it was Peter Parker.

nThis caused the Spiderman movies to become unprecedentedly popular.

nHowever, the biggest uproar came on the afternoon of that day.

nFootage from the scene was published.

nIt blurrily recorded everything that had happened, including the masked Spiderman’s fight with the criminals and how he saved everyone.

nIt was just that no one understood why the criminals were crying.

nIt wasn’t only them. The captives were crying too.

nOf course, some people knew the truth.

nThe news came from somewhere, explaining why everyone was crying.

nThere was a bottle of wine that was going to be sold at the auction.

nThis bottle could make people think of the past and even remember forgotten memories.

nDuring the clash, that bottle was accidentally shattered.

nThe fragrance filled the air and everyone who smelled it started crying.

nIn other words, it was this wine that helped the man save everyone successfully.

n…

n“Chen, good news,” Rasfa said. “Someone wants the Purple Brew. They offered 150 million dollars. But I advise you not to sell it so quickly. Of course, ignore me if you need the money.”

n“You’re doing hunger marketing again?”

n“Your Purple Brew is totally famous now. Regular people know about it too, not just the rich. And the more curious people are about it, the more valuable it is.”

n“Okay, I got it.”

nAfter hanging up, Laurent started throwing a tantrum again.

n“Where’s the Purple Brew? I want to drink the Purple Brew.”

n“Do you know how much one bottle costs?”

n“Don’t fool me. I’ve studied finance for a few years too. The Purple Brew doesn’t work at the market value. You and Fali drink it like it’s an everyday beverage, so it’s obviously not that expensive to make.”

nChen Zhao glared at the proud Laurent. He was so annoying.

nAfter making a commotion, Laurent finally got the Purple Brew.

nHe happily took a sip. That taste was amazing.

n“I miss Winnip…”

nAfter another sip, Laurent grew sentimental again. “Ah… Pamela left just like that.”

nChen Zhao found earplugs and went to sunbathe by the lake.

nBut Laurent started bothering him again.

n“Chen, I want muscles. I want a strong body. I heard from Fali that you’re good at bodybuilding. Help me exercise.”

nChen Zhao squinted and studied Laurent in his swim trunks.

n“Are you sure?”

n“Yes, I’m sure.”

n“How about I introduce a coach to you? Definitely professional. More professional than me.”

n“Really? More professional than you?”

n“If you see her, you’ll trust me.” Chen Zhao’s smile had another meaning to it.

n…

n“Chen, how come you’re here?” Gaia was surprised to see Chen Zhao visit suddenly and bring an old man.

n“Let me make some introductions,” Chen Zhao said. “This is Gaia. This is Laurent, Fali’s father. Gaia, Laurent wants to bodybuild.”

n“Can’t you help him?”

n“I’m not as professional as you.”

nGaia looked at him strangely.

nWhy did his tone sound weird today?

n“Laurent, go look around the gym and get familiar with the machines.”

nAfter Chen Zhao sent Laurent off, Gaia looked at him. “Tell me. What’s up?”

n“Make him suffer.”

n“You have something against him?”

n“I hate him. He hates me too.”

n…

n“Hi, I’m Laurent. Your muscles look great.” Laurent looked at the burly man before him.

nThere were many muscular guys like this in the gym.

nThe man nodded but continued to train attentively. The dumbbell in his hands went up and down, up and down.

n“See that guy over there? He said that no one in the gym can beat him.”

nThe man turned and saw Chen Zhao in the distance.

n“He’s right.”

nLaurent almost choked on blood. He thought that a muscular guy like this would have some ego and lose his temper hearing those words.

nHe went to the boxing ring. There was a tall African American man practicing in the ring.

nThe person practicing with him was forced back continuously. The boy looked even stronger than the muscular man from before.

nWhen he went to the side of the ring to drink water, Laurent went over immediately.

n“Hey, you’re great.”

nTiger grinned. “Thanks.”

nUsually, people would come over to talk to him too.

nAfter he’d participated in the BBL competition, he had a certain degree of fame.

nBut this old man looked unfamiliar. He was probably new.

n“Do you see that guy?” Laurent asked.

n“Yeah, why?”

n“That guy seems like he’s here to find trouble. He says he wants to beat up all the sissies in the gym.”

nTiger looked at Laurent strangely. “Do you know him?”

n“No.”

n“Do you know who he is to me?”

n“What do you mean? Who is he?”

nTiger ducked out of the ring. “He’s my teacher and benefactor, you old *sshole.”

n“Ah!”

nThud.

nTiger punched Laurent in the eye.

nChen Zhao and Gaia were talking in the distance. They had seen Laurent chatting with Tiger and thought it was okay.

nThe next moment, they saw Tiger send Laurent to the ground with a punch and ran over, alarmed.

n“Tiger, why did you hit him?” Gaia asked.

n“He insulted Mr. Chen and tried to ruin our relationship.”

nChen Zhao’s face darkened. He didn’t need Tiger to speak further. He could imagine what Laurent was trying to do now.

n“You old bastard.” Chen Zhao checked Laurent.

nFortunately, he didn’t die.

nUnfortunately, he didn’t die…

n“Wah… Chen, that big guy hit me. Help me teach him a lesson.”

n“He’s going to be your boxing coach.” Chen Zhao patted Tiger’s thick arms. “Earlier, he was testing your endurance. Seems like you’re stronger than expected. This way, he can give you a more accurate training plan for the next few days.”

n“I don’t want to work out anymore. I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

n“It’s too late to leave now.”

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