The things in his hands looked like a lot, but to William Bolton, they felt as light as cotton, not worth mentioning at all. So, carrying all those bags, William Bolton walked briskly, quickly leaving the bustling downtown behind and arriving at a construction site where commercial buildings and shopping centers were being planned.

Because it was nighttime, there was no work going on at the site. Most of the nearby farmhouses had already been demolished, and under the streetlights, there were hardly any people to be seen. Only a few tufts of foxtail grass swayed in the wind under the lights, making the place seem rather desolate. But once past this construction site, it was a scene of bright lights and prosperity again. That was where the university district in the east of the city, including Wuzhou University and some surrounding residential areas, was located.

Just as William Bolton was walking along this somewhat desolate road, the sudden roar of motorcycle engines came from behind. Dozens of beams of white light shot over, illuminating the asphalt road so clearly that even the sand on the ground was visible.

William Bolton frowned slightly, but didn’t look back, continuing on his way.

Chapter 7: Zhongnanhai Bodyguard? Wong Fei-hung?

“Zzz! Zzz! Zzz!” The sound rang out as more than a dozen motorcycles swept past William Bolton like a gust of wind. Then, with a sudden swerve, their tires left streaks on the asphalt as they blocked William Bolton’s path. Among them, one man was tall and muscular, with prominent chest muscles, riding a black Harley motorcycle and holding a steel pipe in his hand. He looked a bit like Schwarzenegger’s Terminator—very imposing and cool. This was Tiger Brooks.

Almost at the same time, the zzz-zzz sound rang out again as another dozen motorcycles sped over and stopped behind William Bolton, forming a circle with the first group and surrounding him.

William Bolton frowned again, his gaze slowly sweeping over the gangsters on their motorcycles, each holding a steel pipe, before finally settling on a black Land Rover SUV outside the circle.

With flowing hair, a thin face, and stylish clothes, Iron Hand Dewey Miller leaned against the SUV door with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking quite a bit like Xu Wenqiang from “The Bund.”

“Tiger, seriously? Just to deal with a pretty boy like this, you not only called in thirty-two brothers, but even brought the boss! Damn, you shouldn’t be called Tiger Brooks, you should be called Cat Brooks!” The long-haired man next to Tiger Brooks pointed his steel pipe at William Bolton with a look of disdain. After speaking, he even started meowing like a cat, making the gangsters on their motorcycles burst out laughing.

Only Tiger Brooks and the two other gangsters—one fat, one thin—didn’t laugh. In particular, Tiger Brooks’s face looked absolutely terrible.

“Laugh, laugh, laugh your ass! If you’ve got the guts, go take this kid down by yourself. If you can do it alone, I’ll call you Dragon Brooks every time I see you from now on!”

Iron Hand’s crew had four top fighters, nicknamed Green Dragon, White Tiger, Julian Finch, and Owen Grant. This long-haired man was one of the four, nicknamed Green Dragon. Ordinary gangsters called him Dragon Brooks, but Tiger Brooks always called him Dragon, just like he called Tiger Brooks Tiger.

“Awooo!” Dragon Brooks howled excitedly at this, then grinned at Tiger Brooks: “A gentleman’s word is his bond!”

Seeing the excitement in Dragon Brooks’s eyes, as if he was sure of himself, Tiger Brooks suddenly felt a bit of schadenfreude. He banged his steel pipe on the ground and said, “Damn it, when have I ever gone back on my word? But if you get taken down by him, you’ll have to call me Tiger Brooks.”

Dragon Brooks hesitated for a moment, but looking at William Bolton’s tall, slender, pretty-boy appearance, he really couldn’t believe that, with a weapon in hand and riding a motorcycle, he wouldn’t be able to take him down. As for being taken down himself—he wouldn’t believe that even if you beat him to death.

“Ha! Kid, just get ready to call me Dragon Brooks!” With that, Dragon Brooks twisted the throttle with his right hand, letting the steel pipe in his left hand hang down toward the asphalt.

“Awooo! Awooo!” With Dragon Brooks’s howls, the roar of the engine, and the screech of the steel pipe dragging on the road, the motorcycle shot toward William Bolton like a bullet.

“Looks like Dragon is in for a world of hurt!” Outside the circle, Iron Hand saw Dragon Brooks charging on his motorcycle while William Bolton still stood there motionless, bags in hand, and his pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze sharp as a knife.

“Awooo! Awooo!” Dragon Brooks howled excitedly, and in the blink of an eye, his motorcycle was about to brush past William Bolton. The steel pipe in his hand was already raised high, and with the momentum of the speeding bike, he swung it hard at William Bolton’s shoulder. He didn’t dare aim for William Bolton’s head—that could be fatal.

On this point, Dragon Brooks, who had been in countless fights, was very clear.

Except for Tiger Brooks, the two other gangsters, and Iron Hand leaning against the SUV, everyone else watched as Dragon Brooks charged at William Bolton like a storm. Seeing William Bolton still standing there motionless, bags in hand, everyone thought he’d been scared stiff by the scene and had no idea how to react.

But just as everyone thought William Bolton was frozen in fear and Dragon Brooks was about to succeed, William Bolton suddenly lifted his foot and kicked hard at the motorcycle.