This left some people very confused. At the university, Peter, who had always been pursuing Dianmeng, joined Electronic Arts in the U.S. with her. In Peter’s eyes, a perfect, affluent second-generation son, joining Electronic Arts was entirely about gaining more opportunities to pursue Dianmeng. Although Dianmeng had consistently maintained a distance—never once shaking her hand during his four years of university studies, let alone engaging in anything more—Peter became increasingly enthusiastic in his pursuit of her the more distant she remained. Once, pressed by Peter, Dianmeng casually said, “If your game design is successful enough to launch, then I’ll marry you.” At that time, however, the development and design of the game, *The Need for Speed: Most Wanted*, were encountering unprecedented bottlenecks. To most people, seeing such a game—full of flaws and still immature—successfully launch would be nothing short of a joke. To win over the heart of the beautiful woman, Peter truly put in a lot of effort—within just one month, he successfully completed the game's design and early-stage development work. Yet, when Peter was full of pride, someone unexpectedly discovered a critical flaw in the game. This left Peter as wilted as a cabbage left in the frost—deflated. This flaw patch, like a needle, pierced right through his body. Damn it! I won't believe it—no matter what, I'll mobilize every resource, even if I have to go after talent from elsewhere, to finally resolve this flaw patch. By solving this flaw patch, I'm going to win over the heart of the goddess in every American's mind—Diana. With the beautiful Diana in mind as his life partner, Peter felt an unstoppable surge of motivation. Once I secure this stunning woman, I'll be able to rest easy for the rest of my life—living a relaxed, carefree life! Cut back to reality—now to the Chinese District of San Francisco. Julie quickly pulled along the principled Demona, signaling for them to move swiftly. Mike, looking at the striking tattoo on the Black man's body, sensed his strength and exchanged a glance with her. But Demona, completely unconcerned, was about to deliver a sharp reprimand when Julie covered her mouth and Mike held her firmly. As Demona was forcibly dragged thirty meters away, the strong Black man stood firmly in front of the three of them, like a solid black stone. "Julie and Mike, just to protect themselves, persuaded Daina to pay it all, but Daina said, 'These are materials I've studied Chinese for several months! If I pay now, all my efforts will be wasted!' 'You're so silly! What do you need to learn Chinese for? Haven't you noticed how low the status of Chinese people is in the U.S.?' Julie remarked, puzzled. 'I love China! That's why I'm learning Chinese!' Daina's response surprised even the strong Black man. Just then, a group of people gathered around—someone who looked distinctly Chinese, neat and polished—heard Daina's words, gazed at her graceful appearance, and said with a dazed expression, 'What's so great about Chinese people? If you're looking for an Eastern man, why not choose a Japanese man instead?' 'Exactly! Exactly!' the strong Black man picked up the stack of money from the Japanese man, joining in enthusiastically. He then pushed Daina close to the Japanese man and said, 'Here, take this as a gift!' Dai Mengna glanced at the sturdy Black man and the Japanese man with a look of disdain and said, "You're truly base!" "As long as you say the Chinese are inferior to us Japanese!" It was incredible that such a man, clearly harboring a deep resentment toward China, should have been made to hear an American girl utter these words. The sturdy Black man, either completely oblivious or simply out of his depth, suddenly added, "Madam, if you say the Chinese are inferior to us Black people, I'll let you go right away!" As soon as he finished speaking, he found himself holding a stack of colorful, fresh-looking bills—gifts from that shameful little Japanese. Overjoyed to have received so much money without any effort, he declared, "Madam, as long as you say it, I'll return everything you three have brought!" "Dai Mengna, this is a golden opportunity! Say it now!" Julie added emphasis. "Dai Mengna, it really doesn't matter if you say it or not?" "At least we can now get out of this!" Mike also maintained a calm, composed demeanor. No one spoke up for the Chinese, especially not when it came down to life and death—yet everyone was stunned by Daina's words, as the crowd heard her declare: "No disrespect to the Chinese! Though I am a true American!" As soon as she finished, a series of applause erupted from the crowd's periphery. People turned to see a large group of Chinese audience members clapping. The strong Black man, with a firm, threatening gaze, directed his stare at those who were clapping, and soon the applause faded. "Why? Does the combined strength of the Black and Japanese people not surpass that of the Chinese?" The Black man clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking—already having repeatedly pounded Daina's graceful face with the force of a sledgehammer. Amid everyone's astonishment, Daina spoke: "You don't understand China. China is strong. One day, it will become the true world power—perhaps even surpassing all nations on Earth!" "Daina, are you mad?" Julie knew that uttering those words meant enormous danger, so she and Mike each grasped one of Dana's hands and rushed desperately. The strong Black man, tall and broad-shouldered, took advantage of his longer legs and easily caught up, blocking their way. With a firm crack of his palm, he slapped Mike hard across the face, drawing blood from his mouth. Yet Mike dared not resist—he pulled out all the money he had and handed it over to the strong man, pleading for their release. But it was too late, as the man noticed Julie's dress was far too revealing; from her fair, long legs, he could see the inner thighs. Suddenly, he reached deep into the folds of her legs and pinched her, smiling lustfully. Julie gasped in surprise, and the very sound of her cry only pleased the man further. With a self-conscious, sinister expression, he turned to Mike, who was still covering his face, and said bluntly, "Go ahead and take off her short skirt right now—I want to show everyone how I'm going to handle her!"