KongFu!

If it were just Kraft, he would have stuffed his face and left, too lazy to waste time with those boring people.

But he was accompanied by Francisco and Amy. While Kraft didn't need to pretend with these people, it didn't mean they didn't need this opportunity to expand their network. Life in America was already difficult for other ethnic groups, and not everyone was as radical as Kraft.

It was only after experiencing many things that Kraft understood that people approached problems differently. So now, he had learned to interfere as little as possible with others' choices based on his own likes and dislikes.

Unfortunately, even though Kraft wanted to quietly get through this period, others wouldn't give him the chance.

Martin Lee was indeed a financial tycoon now, but his skin color meant he was destined to be unable to penetrate white circles. Furthermore, Martin's influence was largely confined to Chinatown. Therefore, in the eyes of those old money tycoons, Martin's status was even lower than Hammer's, who had just suffered a major embarrassment.

So, after Slade Hammer, the vanguard, failed, someone else quickly stepped forward to provoke Kraft, who had just finished eating and was wandering around to digest his food.

"Hey! Can your weight loss refrigerator give me muscles like these?"

A well-built white man blocked Kraft's path. He proudly flexed the biceps on his arm, his attitude extremely rude.

"Why don't you buy one and try it yourself? You don't look like you can't afford it. Or did you spend all your allowance on protein powder?"

Given the other person's rudeness, Kraft naturally didn't offer a pleasant expression. He looked at the muscle-bound man in front of him and smirked dismissively.

Don't be fooled by this guy's muscles; Kraft wasn't afraid of him in a real fight. When he was wandering outside with Martin Lee, he had fought plenty of street thugs. He wasn't unfamiliar with dealing with muscle-bound men who had only known a sheltered life; they cowered once they saw a little blood. As long as he was careful not to be knocked down at the start, it would be fine.

Moreover, he now had the protection of technological products from his dreams.

Kraft touched the wristband on his hand. This was an arm strength-enhancing wristband he had improved upon based on the Power-Enhancing Shoes. He had tested it, and when activated, he could lift Fatty Liao with one hand as if it were nothing.

"I'm not wasting my money on your deceptive toys!"

The muscle-bound man deliberately raised his voice, acting provoked, and then stiffly recited what were likely pre-prepared lines.

"We don't welcome con artists here! Don't think you're a big shot just because you're a little famous!"

"So fake... If you want trouble, just say so. This kind of indirect provocation doesn't suit a big dumb ox like you; your intellect isn't sufficient for such a complex task."

The idiotic performance in front of him completely exhausted Kraft's patience. He turned decisively to the onlookers.

"If you want to cause trouble, can't you find smarter guys? Or are you only capable of producing idiots here? That's truly disappointing..."

Kraft gave a thumbs-up to the muscle-bound man behind him, mocking him.

"Who are you calling an idiot! You yellow-skinned monkey!"

The enraged muscle-bound man reached out to grab Kraft's shoulder. Kraft, who was prepared, bent down and turned, dodging the man's hand. Then, he kicked the man in the abdomen. However, the man's muscles weren't for show; Kraft's kick felt like kicking a car tire.

The muscle-bound man only staggered back two steps, dusted himself off as if nothing had happened, and sneered, "It didn't even hurt. Don't all you Chinese people know kung fu? That thing where you jump around like monkeys."

"It's always the same few phrases, I'm so sick of hearing them," Kraft said, digging into his ear with a look of disdain. "Don't you white pigs have any new vocabulary? Sigh... I guess not. After all, you only have about two hundred years of history, and even your language is inherited from Great Britain. I must be asking too much."

While retorting, Kraft quietly flipped the hidden switch on his wristbands. Although he wasn't afraid of the muscle-bound man with his own strength, the physical difference was undeniable. Even if he won, he would get injured, and Kraft didn't think such an idiot deserved to trade blows with him.

"I'll beat you to death, you yellow-skinned monkey!"

The muscle-bound man swung his fists at Kraft, still cursing.

Seeing the way the muscle-bound man swung his fists, Kraft chuckled. This guy not only lacked combat experience but also hadn't learned any fighting techniques like boxing. However, his charging speed was not slow. He probably played sports like American football or ice hockey, which explained why he was pushed forward by those rich brats to be their pawn.

This kind of straightforward attack was the easiest to deal with; he could dodge it by leaning his body slightly. However, Kraft, whose arms were enhanced by scientific power, gave up dodging and chose to confront the muscle-bound man head-on.

Kraft quickly grabbed the fist swinging towards his head, abruptly stopping the muscle-bound man's movement. Then, with his lower body stationary, he casually flicked the hand holding the man's fist to the side. The muscular man, who was two heads taller than Kraft and several times his size, was thrown several meters away by Kraft, landing on the grass and unable to get up for a long time.

"Kung fu, see it now?"

Kraft lightly clapped his hands, put them behind his back like a grandmaster in a wuxia movie, and calmly put on a show.

The students who had been whispering and waiting for a good show were stunned. Kraft's counterattack clearly exceeded their expectations. After an awkward silence, the long-absent security guards and the person in charge who had initially guided Kraft and his companions finally appeared from somewhere.

"What happened here? Who is causing trouble?!"

The person in charge shouted as if feigning ignorance, then fixed his sharp gaze on Kraft, who was in the center of the crowd, trying to put some pressure on him.

However, Kraft had no intention of cooperating. While tidying his already neat cuffs, he looked back with a half-smile.

After a moment of eye contact with Kraft, the person in charge realized his elder-taught intimidating gaze had no effect. He awkwardly withdrew his gaze, then turned to the two security guards behind him and growled, "What are you waiting for? Hurry and take Lewis for treatment!"

The security guards here were accustomed to the occasional trouble caused by these young masters and ladies. This wasn't the first time they had dealt with such matters, but the school paid them well.

Casually acknowledging, the two security guards walked to Lewis, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious out of embarrassment, and supported him from either side before walking him out.

At the same time, a senior student emerged from behind the student who had been receiving them. He carried an elegant demeanor in his every move, clearly different from Hammer's nouveau riche style. The person in charge, who had been arrogant in front of Kraft earlier, immediately put on a fawning smile and quickly stepped aside to make way for him.

"My sincerest apologies. Lewis is just an idiot with nothing but muscles in his head. I apologize on his behalf."

The person approached Kraft and bowed slightly.

"I am Felim Jones, an eleventh-grade student at Dalston Elite Private Middle School, and also the student council president. I have the honor of being responsible for organizing this year's dance."

Dalston Elite Private Middle School. The campus where Kraft and his companions were currently gathered belonged to this middle school. Simply put, they were the hosts of this dance.

"It's fine, I didn't lose anything anyway."

Kraft shrugged and replied with a fake smile.

"His methods were just a bit childish, which was somewhat disappointing."

Felim's smile remained unchanged as he retorted, neither soft nor hard, "After all, there are so many participating schools, aren't there? I am merely the student president of Dalston and cannot control the thoughts of students from other schools. Although I don't welcome 'transfer students' like you, we at Dalston still have basic etiquette."

"Clap clap clap."

Kraft applauded lightly, marveling.

"Let others do the dirty work while you just sit back and watch the show. You're far more shameless than that nouveau riche guy from before."

Kraft believed Felim had no intention of picking a fight with him, but did Felim need to pick a fight? Among this so-called elite class, there were plenty who wanted to cause trouble for his group. He didn't need to get involved himself. As the host of this year's ball, his inaction in preventing the actions of others already showed his stance. And yet, this guy was still talking to him about basic etiquette...

Kraft let out a cold laugh and ignored the thick-skinned fellow in front of him, sidestepping him and continuing his stroll.

"Senior Felim, this kid is too ungrateful. Should we find someone to teach him a lesson?"

The student responsible for receiving Kraft and his group sidled up to Felim, indignantly pledging his loyalty and hoping to use Felim to vent his own frustration. In his opinion, losing the staring contest with Kraft earlier was a great humiliation. If he had the chance, he naturally wanted to win back some face.

Felim wasn't fooled by the student's petty thoughts, but he didn't expose him. He simply waved his hand casually, "We won't have any further interactions. There's no need to make another enemy for yourself."

Most of the students watching the spectacle shared Felim's thoughts. They had seen enough, and Kraft had already shown his toughness and strength. Continuing to stir up trouble could potentially involve them, so they all chose to de-escalate the situation, just like Felim.

With this core group settling down, those who relied on them for their livelihoods naturally wouldn't seek trouble anymore. The scene of Kraft casually throwing Lewis aside was quite intimidating.

As a result, the three who were initially being watched were suddenly isolated. Seeing this, Francisco and Amy also gave up on trying to mingle with that group and left early with Kraft, experiencing life at the elite school without waiting for the ball to officially begin.

Earlier, during a break, I hadn't achieved all the game's achievements, so I spent the entire day grinding for them...

Of course, during breaks from playing the game, I was still diligently writing.

I also watched videos and flipped through novels.

I just played with Zhongyuan for a while and got slapped by it twice again...

When did it develop the habit of slapping me?!