“It’s just the female lead in a kind of naughty adult film!” Sophie Smith, seeing that no one else wanted to explain, volunteered to give Lauren a crash course: “And then, about that barbarian you mentioned—he thinks Eastern women are eager to sleep with guys like him with white skin. He assumed we were that kind of people, so he came over to hit on us!”

“Damn! Seriously?” Lauren was extremely surprised and said in disbelief, “That kind of thing really happens?”

“It does.” Sophie Smith answered honestly: “Didn’t we go through so much in the past years? The economy was bad, people lacked confidence, and all sorts of Western superiority ideas were pushed on us. There really were a lot of idiots who believed that even a foreigner’s fart smelled better than a local’s.”

“But wait?” Lauren was confused: “The big Eastern country I know is already pretty confident, isn’t it?”

“That’s only in recent years.” Sophie Smith looked like she didn’t fully understand either, and said, “But still, a lot of people think as long as it’s a foreigner, he’s richer than local men, and they dream of marrying abroad. But usually, they just get played. Honestly, a lot of people know they’re just dreaming, maybe they just want to try out how much rougher foreigners are, you know.”

Kevin Clark, who had been swimming, noticed what was happening on this side and suddenly showed up.

When Kevin Clark arrived, it just so happened that about a dozen tall and strong white-skinned and black-skinned guys had surrounded them.

These extras were all rubbing their fists, leering at the girls being protected by the Four Idiots, and then grinning menacingly at the Four Idiots with a chorus of “heh heh heh.”

“What do we do?” — from Brian Carter.

“Hold the line!” — from John Harris.

“A man can’t say he’s not up for it!” — from Eric Bennett.

“……” — from Kevin Clark.

Chapter 11: Kneel Down and Call Me Daddy

“Eight beauties, and we have twelve people.”

“And four monkeys.”

“Whoever knocks down a monkey first gets first pick.”

“Fair enough!”

In no time, the group of extras came up with what they thought was a workable plan, not taking Kevin Clark and the other three men seriously at all, and thinking the eight sexy-looking girls would be easy to bully.

But among these seemingly easy-to-bully girls, one could destroy Blue Star in minutes (the goddess Lauren), two were highly skilled policewomen (Emily and Lillian Hill), one was a soldier from the military (Grace Davis), and the rest all knew some fighting techniques and special skills (Megan Reed, Lily Lee, Olivia White, and the enchanting Sophie Smith).

The extras’ encirclement was slowly tightening.

Other bystanders on the beach, seeing the commotion, either gathered around to watch or started calling the police.

Actually, there were quite a few local police on this beach, but whether they were willing to do their jobs was another question—especially when it came to conflicts between white-skinned and yellow-skinned people.

“Bro, need a hand?” A young man asked in Chinese, then stepped forward: “All Chinese are family, I’ll help you!”

A few other yellow-skinned men also stepped up, slowly moving to stand beside Kevin Clark and the other three.

“Thanks, man.” Brian Carter noticed the guy’s accent was a bit odd and asked, “Where are you from?”

“From across the strait.” He introduced himself as Michael Harris, grinning cheerfully: “I’ve lived abroad for years, but when something happens, we’re still family. I’ve been helped by people from the other side of the strait before, now it’s my turn to show some kinship!”

“Nice, bro.” Eric Bennett said he was from Hong Kong, not intimidated at all by the group of fierce, strong white-skinned and black-skinned guys: “Once we beat these sissies down, let’s drink till we drop!”

Kevin Clark stroked his chin, scanning the group of extras. After thinking for a moment, he reached behind him, and when his hand came back, he was holding a thick wad of what looked like US dollars. Smiling, he said, “Kneel down and call me daddy.”

“WTF?” Extra No. 1 was stunned, and asked in heavily accented Chinese, “Are you serious?”

“No, wait.” Kevin Clark thought for a second, feeling like he was being too generous, and corrected himself: “Kneel down and call me grandpa.”

Extra No. 1 started translating for his companions.

Then, one of the black-skinned extras, quick as anything, dropped to his knees and shouted, “Yéyé!” (Grandpa!)

With the first one down, Kevin Clark really did toss over a wad of dollars. What reason did the rest of the extras have to hesitate? One after another, they all knelt down.

“Wait a minute.” Eric Bennett looked like he’d just eaten something disgusting: “Qi-ge, isn’t this wrong? Isn’t this supposed to be the moment we play the heroes and show off our manliness?”

“Screw that.” Kevin Clark had already noticed several of the girls looking eager to jump in, and said quietly, “You think they need us to save them? If a real fight broke out, it’d probably be them saving us.”

“That’s the truth.” Brian Carter glanced at the extras kneeling and happily calling ‘grandpa’ for the dollars, then at the obviously disappointed faces of the girls, and lowered his voice too: “I can’t even beat Grace.”