"Hiss, ah..." The next morning, when Jiang Hai walked out of Pra-Walton's manor, he was a little unsteady. The Northeast dialect could describe it as a bit lame...
Looking back at the villa behind him, Jiang Hai sighed. The events of last night had certainly been enjoyable.
But if this happened too often, he'd probably be close to death.
Those girls from South Korea were truly wild. At first, someone had asked him if he wanted to wear a raincoat. Pra-Walton had then announced, "Whoever gets pregnant with Jiang Hai's child will be rewarded with 10 million US dollars!" This statement drove the girls into a frenzy.
Using every part of their bodies that could clamp onto him—well, this was an experience Jiang Hai had never encountered before.
These girls from South Korea had impressive bodies. Though they all looked quite similar, they conformed to the modern aesthetic: big eyes, pointed chins, high noses, small mouths, fair skin, and unscientifically large busts and waists. It was truly surprising. According to them, their waists were only possible after removing two ribs. As for the rest, they attributed it to exercise and the like.
As Pra Walton had said, Jiang Hai was simply "fighting" with them, not marrying them.
Jiang Hai used to think that girls who had undergone plastic surgery were no different from high-end inflatable dolls.
But then he thought about it—high-end ones cost hundreds of thousands in China, and getting married might not even cost that much. Of course, if you encounter some strange families who demand a house, a car, or an RV, that's another story. But for the most part, there were many families that didn't sell their daughters. If both families had similar conditions, it was usually a 50-50 split.
No one was overly picky, and most importantly, the wives who cost that much to marry weren't nearly as pretty as these girls.
That night, Jiang Hai had been nearly exhausted. He hadn't slept a wink. After finally escaping, he limped to his car, started the engine, and left the manor helplessly.
"Miss, are you just going to let her go?" At this moment, in a room on the second floor, Isabelle Roland, naked, slowly walked up to Pra Walton, who was standing by the window watching Jiang Hai leave, and asked.
"He's destined not to belong to me. Perhaps it's better for us to just hold onto these crazy memories," Pra Walton said, her face expressionless as she looked at Jiang Hai's taillights through the curtain.
"Miss..." Hearing Pra Walton's words, Isabelle Roland sighed and hugged Pra Walton from behind. She did this to offer her presence.
Pra Walton gently patted her arm. What she wanted to express, Isabelle had already felt...
"Jiang Hai..." Isabelle muttered, her gaze still on his car in the distance.
Isabelle wasn't sure how she felt about the man who had taken her body, but she knew that the feeling left her with some reluctance when she saw him leave. Yet, when she thought of Jiang Hai, a sweet sensation washed over her. Jiang Hai, unaware, was leaving while two women observed him.
After departing the manor, Jiang Hai headed to Caesar Palace, where he had been yesterday. He had an appointment with Du Famen to visit his manor today.
Of course, the so-called "guest" visit was probably just a quick look around. Jiang Hai couldn't read Du Famen's mind, but if Du Famen wanted a tour, he wouldn't refuse. However, if he was interested in buying, Jiang Hai would slap him away—just kidding. The manor was not for sale to anyone.
"Mr. Jiang Hai, you're here!" When Jiang Hai arrived at Caesar Palace, the man who had greeted him yesterday was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing Jiang Hai, he quickly approached and greeted him respectfully.
"Didn't you say you were coming to my place today? Where's Du Famen?" Jiang Hai asked the man curiously as he got out of the car.
Before the man could respond, a deafening roar pierced the air, followed by a silver-white light flashing from the underground parking lot of Caesar Palace. The next moment, a sleek, avant-garde sports car emerged in front of him. The entire car was silver-white, its streamlined design impressive. The front of the car was shaped like a W, with two tires on each side and a single, transparent orange-glass cockpit. Du Famen, who Jiang Hai had just inquired about, was sitting in the driver's seat.
As Du Famen drove up to Jiang Hai, he spun the car lightly and parked next to him. He then opened the car's "lid"—Jiang Hai wasn't sure what to call it, as the entire cockpit was made of glass, and when opened, the car instantly became a convertible.
"Hey, Jiang Hai, you're too late." Du Famen said with a smug grin as he looked at Jiang Hai.
"You've got an excellent sense of timing. You knew I was coming and decided to show off. Tsk, your car really is amazing." Jiang Hai smiled, eyeing the car. It was indeed impressive.
"This is Lamborghini's concept car, the Egoista. It's Italian for 'selfish.' The car boasts 600 horsepower and a 5.2L V10 engine. I went through a lot of effort to get it, but it's definitely worth it—it makes me feel pretty cool." Du Famen said proudly.
"Tsk, tsk, this car is truly impressive, but isn't it a bit impractical? You can't take anyone along in it!" After walking around the car, Jiang Hai nodded. It was indeed a great car. Lamborghini was popular among the wealthy in Dubai, and it was a favorite in China as well. While Jiang Hai didn't have much affinity for it before, preferring something like a Trident, he had to admit that this "big bull" had its charm.
"Hey, this is my little baby. By the way, how's the road ahead? Is it fine for driving this car?" Although Du Famen wanted to show off, he asked with a note of concern.
"No problem, I've leveled it." Jiang Hai smiled in response and then entered his own car.
Winthrop's roads weren't in the best shape, but they were far from terrible. They were comparable to first-tier highways in China. Minor bumps were common, but ordinary cars could handle them.
Sports cars could manage, but supercars had some issues.
However, since Jiang Hai had been attacked, and with Winthrop's recent expansion, he and the town had jointly funded road repairs. Now, the roads near Jiang Hai's house were much smoother and posed no issue for any vehicle.
As Jiang Hai revved his engine and drove off, Du Famen followed closely behind, flooring the accelerator.
Behind them, two Rolls-Royces—identical to Jiang Hai's—also drove up.
A rich man's wealth was obvious. He drove a supercar, and his bodyguards followed in top-of-the-line RVs. True wealth.
Since Du Famen was there for protection, and since he had paid Jiang Hai's speeding fines, Jiang Hai was able to drive at high speeds.
His shield, of course, wasn't a match for a supercar. While it was faster than a regular sports car, it couldn't compete with a supercar's performance.
Even with its bulletproof steel plates, the shield couldn't hit speeds beyond 200 kilometers per hour, though it could comfortably maintain 150-160 kilometers per hour.
It had taken Jiang Hai almost a full day to get to this place, but the return journey only took a little over five hours. By 2 p.m., he had arrived at Boston airport, and in about half an hour, he would be home.
He called home on purpose. After all, Du Famen was a royal family member, and it would be unthinkable for him to leave without a meal. Jiang Hai couldn't let his bodyguards go hungry, either.
As Jiang Hai's group arrived at the manor gates, they were surprised to find a crowd gathered there.
The people outside all shared Jiang Hai's skin color, and he was confused as to why they were there. Du Famen was equally puzzled and stopped his car a distance away, his position demanding more caution.
When Jiang Hai drove closer to the gates, he was stunned to see a line of people standing there, clearly waiting for something.
"Are you here to buy seafood too? Go to the back and line up. There are others who want to buy seafood," someone from the front of the line shouted as they saw Jiang Hai's car approach.