Oh! It's Mr. Li! He's here! Daimeng rushed into Gao Huang's arms as if she had found a savior—completely without any hesitation or embarrassment. "Honey! I'm late! I've worried you!" Gao Huang gently stroked her hair. Before Daimeng could speak, the strong Black man erupted like a great beast, roaring, "You launched a surprise attack! Today, I'm going to take your life!" With that, he charged straight at Gao Huang like a mountain of black stone. Gao Huang, quick on his feet, swiftly pushed Daimeng away from him, placing her safely out of harm's way. The intense, heart-stopping battle began. Gao Huang was knocked down by the strong man's kicks and struggled to rise, only to be kicked down again moments later. Daimeng watched in growing distress, and Mike and Julie couldn't bear to watch any longer. The crowd grew increasingly concerned, and Daimeng quickly dialed the emergency number. A dramatic scene unfolded. Every time Gao Liang struggled to rise, the strong Black man would deliver a fierce kick. Everyone was deeply worried, yet could do nothing. Only one small Japanese man stood out—he saw Gao Liang's bloodied and battered form and burst into laughter, shouting, "As long as you admit that the Chinese are not as good as the Japanese, I'll make him stop!" "Never!" Gao Liang firmly spat out the two words through clenched teeth. "Ah!" Gao Liang cried out in pain—turns out the strong Black man had pressed his right foot firmly onto Gao Liang's chest and twisted it hard, causing Gao Liang to cough up a mouthful of blood. "As long as you say the Chinese are not as good as us Black people, I'll stop!" The strong Black man then mimicked the Japanese man's outburst. "You won't get away with it!" Gao Liang managed to say, struggling through the pain as he was struck in the abdomen. "I'm going to knock you out!" A strong Black man was raising his dagger to strike high-light when the sound of sirens grew constant. Dozens of police officers pointed their empty guns at him, and he grew afraid. With a clatter, the dagger fell to the ground. He then slowly raised both hands, was handcuffed, and escorted onto the police car by three officers. A well-dressed American officer quickly assessed the situation. He looked at the unyielding high-light lying on the ground and gave him a solid thumbs-up, praising, "High-light, great job! You Chinese truly are amazing!" As he spoke, he extended his right hand to reach for him, but high-light did not take it. He struggled to rise on his own, yet each attempt ended in failure. Daina couldn't bear to watch any longer. She reached out with her graceful hands, urging high-light not to be so foolish, but high-light ignored her completely, biting his teeth with a firm resolve, struggling with great determination to finally rise. Amid the cheers of the crowd, high-light finally stood up. "The Chinese have stood up!" one Chinese exclaimed. "The Chinese are amazing! The Chinese never give up!" another Chinese clapped and cheered. "Husband! You're wonderful!" Dian-ma didn't go to help Gao Liang; instead, she watched him with admiration, praising him. Mike and Julie said at the same time: "Gao Liang, you've shown us China! The Chinese will never be defeated!" In the Chinatown of San Francisco, more than a dozen young Chinese men lifted Gao Liang high, threw him into the air, caught him, then tossed him again—pride and pride filled them at having such a Chinese person among them. The director of the Chinese Community Center came over and invited Gao Liang and his group of four to sit down in the center. Gao Liang drove his dazzling, one-million-dollar Ferrari, with golden-haired Dian-ma seated beside him, followed by Mike driving a Nasca sports car with Julie in the back. The building of the Chinese Association exhibits a strong Chinese style, modeled after Chinese palace architecture. As the four visitors gaze at the vibrant Chinese knots, they are immediately drawn to a couple of couplets displayed prominently—“Pillar in the Stream, Literary Splendor of the Chinese Nation.” The director explains that many such buildings were constructed through donations from Chinese charitable organizations. Truly remarkable—this reveals the profound inner energy of the Chinese knot and explains why, wherever there are Chinese people, there are always the “Pillars in the Stream.” After taking a brief rest at the Association, the director guides them on a second visit to the Chinatown, offering explanations as they walk. San Francisco has long been the place where Chinese people have settled, thrived, and established their businesses over the past century. This Chinatown stretches for about one kilometer, featuring 16 streets and housing 100,000 Chinese residents. Its status as the most beautiful and largest Chinese community outside Asia stems not merely from its bustling commercial appeal, but from the rich Chinese cultural traditions and elements embedded within that commercial landscape. It is precisely these Chinese elements that give it a distinct Chinese urban character. Observe the array of shops—every one radiates an atmosphere of Chinese cultural heritage, offering Chinese visitors a sense of homecoming and Western visitors a sense of wonder and discovery, as if stepping into a foreign land. Only in such a specific place as this Chinatown can one experience, in a flash of insight, the profound truth behind the saying: "The more rooted in one's own culture, the more it becomes universally resonant." Indeed, as the four of them walk along St. Dunstan Street, they clearly feel that while the buildings have weathered the passage of time, they remain neither worn nor dilapidated, preserving the aesthetic grace of traditional Chinese architecture. Next, under the guide's lead, they visited the shops along the street. After strolling around, they made a surprising discovery: interestingly, shops selling fish and pastries, such as those named Dechang or Xingmao—standard Chinese names—also featured large red lanterns hanging prominently on their porches, evoking a distinctly local Chinese atmosphere. The curator enthusiastically explained: during festivals such as the Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, or Mid-Autumn Festival, residents often wear Tang-style robes that are no less elegant than those worn by people on the mainland—complete with festive floral patterns, auspicious dragon and phoenix motifs, exquisite silk embroidery, and delicate, intricately designed pectoral ornaments. The sound of the suona horns accompanying dragon and lion dances, with the performers rolling, leaping, and twirling, creates a dazzling and joyful spectacle. All four were deeply enchanted. Gao Liang felt at home, as if visiting a familiar guest. Daina listened intently and couldn't help but exclaim, "China is truly magnificent!" It was clear that she was growing increasingly interested in China's traditional history and culture. Mike and Julie were struck by the sense of being in a foreign land. In the end, the museum director and a large group of Chinese visitors all waved goodbye to them. The director presented them with a gift on the spot as a token of appreciation. Hualiang initially refused to accept it without charge, but the director spoke plainly: "Hualiang, if it weren't for your bold stand, that Black man would still be serving the interests of the powerful. You've removed a major obstacle and brought lasting peace to the Chinatown community. I'm representing 100,000 Chinese people here, so I'm offering this modest gift as a gesture of gratitude—please, accept it!" Hualiang, moved by the warmth of the gesture, could not refuse. Then a long line of Chinese women formed a straight formation, each holding a gift. Hualiang looked at them and smiled—what a collection of traditional Chinese crafts! He gladly accepted them all. Mike and Julie were envious, but fortunately, Hualiang stepped in to let them choose their own gifts. Naturally, Mike selected a fine piece of calligraphy and landscape painting—its brushwork strong and expressive, the ink wash rich and vibrant. Julie chose a large red lantern, thinking of bringing it home to hang on the roof of her villa. Dianmeng was interested in everything Chinese and found herself unsure of what to pick, standing there hesitating. Highlight smiled playfully and said, "I've already chosen something for you!" Dianmeng was surprised, "Husband, what have you picked? You absolutely must choose something I love!" "If Miss Dianmeng likes everything, take all of them!" the curator warmly offered. How Dianmeng wished Highlight were taller! Yet what she heard was, "No, we each take one!" Hmph! If you can't pick something I truly love, I'll have my own way of making you pay when we get home. "Highlight, you too, please pick one!" the curator said. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Highlight selected a Chinese knot, and immediately everyone clapped enthusiastically. "When Chinese people live abroad, they must stay united! We are heart to heart, one family!" Highlight's words sent many people into a frenzy. Dai Mengna truly admires her husband! At this moment, Dai Mengna feels like a little bird resting comfortably against Guangliang's strong, bright, and warm embrace. Guangliang deliberately steps away from her, yet Dai Mengna doesn't mind her shyness at all. In front of everyone, she confidently wraps her arms around Guangliang's waist.