Kong Fu!

If it were just Kraft alone, he would have definitely left after filling his stomach, not bothering to waste time with these boring people.

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

It was only after experiencing much that Kraft understood people had different ways of dealing with problems, so 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 magnate now, but his skin color meant he would never be able to deeply penetrate white circles. Moreover, Martin's influence was basically confined to Chinatown. Therefore, in the eyes of those old wealthy families, Martin's status was even lower than Hammer's, who had just had a major embarrassing incident.

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

"Hey! Can your weight-loss refrigerator build muscles like mine?"

A muscular white man blocked Kraft's path, proudly flexing the biceps on his arm with a very rude attitude.

"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 guy in front of him and sneered 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 with plenty of street punks. He wasn't unfamiliar with teaching a lesson to these "muscle babies" who came from greenhouses; they would back down at the sight of a little blood. As long as he was careful not to be knocked down by him at the start, it would be fine.

Moreover, he now had a technological product from his dreams for self-defense.

Kraft touched the bracer on his hand. This was an Arm Strength Enhancement Bracer he had improved upon from the Foot Strength Enhancement Shoes. He had tested it, and when activated, he could lift a chubby person like Liao with one hand as if it were nothing.

"I won't waste my money on your deceptive toys!"

The muscle-bound guy deliberately raised his voice, acting as if he were provoked, and then stiffly recited what were probably pre-prepared lines.

"We don't welcome scammers here! Don't think you're a big shot just because you have some fame!"

"Your acting is so fake... If you want to pick a fight, just say so. This kind of indirect provocation doesn't suit a big dumb guy like you; your intelligence isn't sufficient for such a complex task."

The idiotic performance in front of him made Kraft completely lose his patience. He turned directly to the onlookers.

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

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

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

The enraged muscle-bound guy reached out to grab Kraft's shoulder. Kraft, who had been prepared, bent down and turned, dodging the man's hand. Then he kicked him in the abdomen. However, the muscles on this guy's body were not for show. When Kraft kicked him, it felt like kicking a car tire.

The muscle-bound guy only staggered back a couple of steps, casually brushed the dust off his stomach, and sneered, "It didn't even hurt. Don't all you Chinese people know Kung Fu? The kind where you jump around like monkeys."

"You keep saying the same few things, I'm sick of it," Kraft said, digging at his ear with disgust. "Don't you bunch of 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 was inherited from Great Britain. I must be asking too much."

While retorting fiercely, Kraft quietly activated the hidden switch on his wristbands. Although he wasn't afraid of the muscle-bound guy with his own strength, the gap in physical fitness was obvious. Even if he could win, he would get injured. Kraft didn't think such an idiot deserved to trade injuries with him.

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

The muscle-bound guy swung his fist at Kraft, still cursing.

Seeing the way the muscle-bound guy threw his punch, Kraft chuckled. This person 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 some contact sports like American football or ice hockey, which explained why he was pushed out as a pawn by those young masters.

This kind of straightforward attack was the easiest to deal with. He could dodge it by leaning down slightly. However, Kraft, with the scientific power boost to his arms, gave up dodging and chose to confront the muscle-bound guy head-on.

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

"Kung Fu, you see it now?"

Kraft casually clapped his hands twice, put them behind his back like a grandmaster in a martial arts movie, and calmly showed off.

The students who had been whispering and waiting to see a good show were stunned. Kraft's counterattack clearly exceeded their expectations. After an awkward silence, the security guards who had been absent, along with the person in charge who had initially led Kraft and his group, 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 brief staring contest, the person in charge realized his intimidating gaze, learned from his elders, 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 up and take Lewis for treatment!"

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

With a casual "Got it," the two security guards walked to Lewis, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious out of embarrassment, and helped him up, one on each side, as they walked him out.

At the same time, a senior male student emerged from behind the student who had been responsible for their reception. 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 upon his appearance and quickly stepped aside to make way for him.

"My sincerest apologies. Lewis is just an idiot with muscles for brains. I apologize on his behalf."

The person approached Kraft and bowed slightly.

"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 prom."

Dalston Elite Private Middle School. The campus where Kraft and his group were currently gathered was part of this middle school. Simply put, they were the hosts of this prom.

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

Kraft shrugged and replied with a forced smile.

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

Felim's smile remained unchanged as he retorted, neither too soft nor too hard, "After all, there are so many participating schools, aren't there? I am just the student president of Dalston, and I can't 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 lightly applauded, sighing.

"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? Among this so-called elite class, there were plenty of people who wanted to cause trouble for him and his group. He didn't need to get involved himself. As the host of this year's ball, his failure to stop others' actions already indicated his stance. What was Felim even talking about regarding basic etiquette...

Kraft let out a cold laugh, no longer paying attention to the thick-skinned guy in front of him. He sidestepped him and continued to wander around.

"Senior Felim, that brat is really ungrateful. Should we find someone to teach him a lesson?"

The student responsible for greeting Kraft and the others approached Felim, indignantly pledging his loyalty. He also wanted to use Felim to vent his own frustrations. In his eyes, losing the staring contest with Kraft earlier was a huge embarrassment. 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 calmly, "We won't have any further interactions. There's no need to make another enemy for yourself."

Most of the students who were watching the show shared Felim's sentiment. They had seen their fill of the drama, and Kraft had already shown his toughness and strength. Continuing to stir up trouble could easily drag them into it. They all chose to de-escalate, just like Felim.

With this core group settling down, those who relied on them for their livelihood naturally wouldn't push their luck any further. The scene of Kraft tossing Lewis aside with one hand was quite intimidating.

Suddenly, the three who were being watched were isolated. Seeing this, Francisco and Amy also gave up on trying to join the crowd and left early with Kraft, having experienced the life of a noble school, without even waiting for the ball to officially begin.