The three of them tapped their foreheads. Yes, it was in Chinatown, San Francisco. They had all come to Chinatown for the first time, and everything felt fresh. Strolling down the streets, they stopped in occasionally. Mike was particularly interested in Chinese calligraphy, Julie was drawn to the large red lanterns hanging outside the doorways, often pulling out her camera to frame shots, and Daina was captivated by the beautifully embroidered Tang-style robes at a store specializing in Tang attire. She tried on several of them, finding them stunning, yet ultimately decided not to purchase any. As they passed through a bustling commercial district, they came upon a scene of violent confrontation: a strong Black man was mercilessly beating a Chinese man. The Black man, tall and powerful, used both fists and feet, while the Chinese man rolled on the ground, enduring severe pain and barely managing to defend himself. A shorter Black man who had gone to intervene was knocked backward more than ten paces by a single punch from the aggressive man. The Chinese workers struggled for a long time on the ground, finally managing to stand up and walk a short distance, only to be knocked down again by a powerful blow from the fierce Black man, who then stepped on them, leaving them motionless. Daina, who had a strong sense of justice, couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly, but the strong Black man faced her with a fierce expression, teeth bared, threatening, "If you don't treat this as if I didn't happen, I'll let you go!" Julie quickly pulled her, signaling for them to move quickly. Mike, observing the impressive tattoos on the Black man's body, knew how formidable he was, and also exchanged glances with Daina. Yet Daina ignored all of this, intending to raise her voice in protest, only to find her mouth covered by Julie and her body being dragged by Mike. When Daina was forcibly dragged thirty meters away, the strong Black man stood firmly in front of the three of them, like a solid black stone. "What do you want?" Daina was deeply frustrated—was this man even going to treat American whites with respect? "Listen up, you three—give me your wallets! Your phones! Your p The bracelet! Everything valuable—give it to me! The strong Black man clenched his fists so tightly they creaked. Julie and Mike, desperate to avoid trouble, reluctantly handed over their wallets. When it came to Demona, she tossed her money on the ground but firmly held onto her premium smartphone. "Hand over the phone! Otherwise, I'll show you!" To protect themselves, Julie and Mike urged Demona to just hand it over, but Demona insisted, "These are months of Chinese study I've invested in! If I give it up, all my efforts are for nothing!" "You're ridiculous! What do you need Chinese for? Haven't you noticed how marginalized Chinese people are in the U.S.?" Julie asked in confusion. "I love China! That's why I'm learning Chinese!" Demona's response surprised even the strong Black man. Just then, a crowd gathered around them—oh! He looked Chinese—well-groomed, polished—then, upon hearing Dian-ma's reply and seeing her graceful, charming face, he gazed at her with a dazed, admiring gaze and said, "What's so special about Chinese people? If you're looking for an Eastern man, choose a Japanese man instead!" "Exactly! Exactly!" The strong black man picked up the stack of money from the Japanese man and joined in enthusiastically. He then pushed Dian-ma close to the Japanese man and said, "Here, take this as a gift!" Dian-ma glanced at the strong black man and the Japanese man with a look of disdain and remarked, "You're truly base!" "As long as you say Chinese people are inferior to us Japanese!" It was astonishing that such a Japanese man, clearly harboring a deep resentment toward China, would allow an American girl to say this. The strong black man, either completely out of it or simply oblivious, followed up, "Madam, if you simply say that Chinese people are inferior to us black people, I'll let you go right now!" "As soon as she finished speaking, she found another stack of colorful bills in her hands—given by that shameful little Japanese. The strong black man was thrilled, having received so much money without any reason at all. He then said, 'Madam, as soon as you tell me what to do, I'll return everything you three have brought!' 'Diana, this is a golden opportunity! Say yes right away!' Julie added with extra enthusiasm. 'Diana, with Gao Liang not here, what's the point of saying anything? At least we can get ourselves out of this!' Mike also remained calm and composed. No one spoke up for the Chinese people—especially not when their lives were on the line. Yet everyone was stunned by Diana's words, as the crowd heard her declare: 'No disrespect to the Chinese people! Though I am a true American!' As soon as she finished, a series of crisp sounds of 'snap, snap' came from the outer edges of the crowd—turning out to be a large group of Chinese people. The strong Black man stared at the person clapping with a threatening gaze, and soon the applause died down. "Why? Does the combined strength of Black people and Japanese people fall short of that of the Chinese?" With his fists pounding loudly, the strong Black man had been pressing them against the delicate features of Demona's face. Amid everyone's stunned silence, Demona spoke: "You don't understand China. China is powerful. One day, it will become the true world power—perhaps even surpassing all nations on Earth!" "Demona, you're crazy!" Julie knew that uttering these words carried immense risk, so she and Mike each grasped one of Demona's hands, and together they rushed away. The strong Black man was tall and broad-shouldered, using his longer legs to effortlessly close the gap and block the way in front of the three of them. "Thwack!" The bus driver's palm smacked Mike hard across the face, sending a stream of blood from his mouth. Yet Mike dared not resist—he pulled out every penny he had and handed it over to the strong black man, pleading to let them three go. But it was too late, as the black man noticed Julie's attire was far too revealing. From her fair, long legs, he could see the inner thighs. He suddenly reached deep into Julie's thigh, pinching her with his strong hand, smiling lasciviously. Julie gasped in shock—and that very gasp only pleased the strong black man further. With a sly, evil expression, he turned to Mike, who was still covering his face, and said bluntly, "Go fetch her short skirt off and tear it down right here! I want to play with her in front of everyone!" Mike was at a loss. "Thwack!" A second, even louder crack echoed across Mike's other cheek, sending fresh blood splattering to the ground. "Go! Get it off right now, or I'll take your life!" The strong Black man drew a sharp dagger from his waist and pressed it against Mike's chest. Americans truly fear death—after all, they value their lives more than gold. Mike now completely yielded, walking steadily toward Julie with his head down, eyes fixed on the ground, his short skirt clutched tightly in his hands. Julie wept, thinking this was pure fate's cruelty. Daina couldn't bear it anymore; she loudly scolded the strong Black man, only to realize that at this very moment, danger had struck her personally. The strong Black man suddenly became deeply intrigued by Daina—what a stunningly beautiful woman she was! Looking at Julie beside her, how could she possibly compare? If he could spend a little time enjoying her tonight, he'd certainly not have lived in vain. Lost in these thoughts, he suddenly conceived a most villainous idea—demanding that Mike stop, insisting that he and Julie face him and Daina for a photo, staging a passionate, full-blown conquest of the women. The powerful Black man overcoming the white woman immediately drew a crowd of onlookers. Daina felt helpless, realizing the weakness of both Mike and Julie, yet she would not yield—she would die with her dignity intact. As the strong Black man tore off her outer dress, she clutched her chest protectively. The man smiled with a sly, provocative air, extending one strong black arm toward her lower body. No one intervened—everyone remained motionless, mere spectators. Daina felt utterly defeated. With tears streaming down her face, she closed her eyes gently, whispering, "Huang, I am here, and this is goodbye to you." "Just as I was about to bite my tongue to death, I heard a piercing cry. I snapped open my eyes—my goodness, what on earth was going on? There, the Black man's hand extended toward me, already streaked with blood. Then I turned to see where everyone had gathered: a handsome Chinese young man, holding a sharp tiger's tooth, facing the strong Black man with unwavering determination."