Do You Mind?

Alvin walked over to the bar. Shang-Chi, who had been busy behind the counter, waved at him. "Pour Mr. Church our most expensive whiskey. It's on me!"

Shang-Chi was busy posing for a photo with a tall, leggy redheaded supermodel.

The kid was something of a celebrity in New York. He'd made quite a name for himself during several of the battles there. The Battle of the Hospital in particular had made him and that guy Yan Shuangying famous overnight.

Their stylish moves, powerful attacks, and intense, no-holds-barred fights against demons had earned them a huge following on Facebook.

Compared to Shang-Chi and Yan Shuangying, those exotic Superheroes, Peter and Harry, the two local boys, were nowhere near as popular.

That was the influence Alvin had brought. Superheroes no longer wore masks when they went out, so people could easily see what they looked like online.

Then came the curious public's "investigations" into them. Their "perfections" and "imperfections" were suddenly on display for everyone to see.

After all, they weren't Superstars, and they didn't have professional teams to manage their public images. Once the novelty wore off, foreign Tough Guys like Shang-Chi became the ones people fawned over.

In the eyes of those clueless foreigners, Chinese people would always be "mysterious"!

At his Boss's call, Shang-Chi beamed and nodded at Alvin. "Boss, could we hold one of these parties every month from now on?

Every two months would work, too. I feel like whether I find a Girlfriend depends on whether you're willing to throw more parties!"

Alvin looked around at the women who spent money like water, then said, unconvinced, "Would you be willing to buy your Girlfriend a bag worth tens of thousands?

Would you pay for her to get her breasts or nose done every now and