As she was endlessly daydreaming, a firm voice cut through: "Don't touch my woman! Let her go! Let her go right now!" The voice carried authority, commanding and powerful, delivered in fluent English. The strong Black man lifted his head with impatience, and upon seeing it was Gao Liang, he laughed heartily. "You're not my defeated opponent, are you? Last time I didn't break you—I'm going to leave you completely useless this time!" "You don't have it in you!" Gao Liang replied with confidence. The Black man snapped his teeth, his face contorted in fury, roared like a mountain pressing down on Gao Liang. At this moment, Daina had regained some awareness from her unconscious state. Her eyes, still blurry, opened to a scene that seemed utterly unbelievable—this was the man she had dreamed of every night! The situation was perilous. Daina watched as the strong Black man's palm swept like a large fan toward Gao Liang. "Husband! Move out of the way!" Dai Mengna's cry made Gao Liang's body unusually agile. Gao Liang quickly rolled onto his side, his large palm crashing down hard onto the ground, "crack, crack, crack"—the stone slabs shattered into several pieces, and several coarse cracks appeared on the adjacent floor surface. Good thing he managed to dodge in time; otherwise, his body would have been crushed into fragments. The tall, strong Black man constantly kicked and rolled Gao Liang, who was lithe and energetic. Dai Mengna was taken to a more distant spot by Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang to observe the scene, and all three of them were deeply concerned about Gao Liang's condition. Indeed, Gao Liang's chest was stepped on, and his abdomen struck hard with a powerful punch, causing him to struggle weakly. It was truly unexpected—this Black man was so formidable. "Hahahaha! You want to challenge me? Forget it! But today, I'm in great spirits—just saw a stunning woman who's going to be bleeding!" The strong Black man pressed firmly on Gao Liang's chest, laughing proudly and exuberantly. Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang came up, but before they could get close, they were immediately attacked by powerful straight punches from the black man's long legs. They fell to the ground and struggled for a while, yet couldn't get up. "Sweetie, you're out of luck—no one can save you!" The strong black man lifted Daimengna like an eagle carrying a child. "You're going to have a tough time here—this is China!" Daimengna's determined demeanor annoyed the strong black man, who was about to give her a good scolding when a voice broke in: "What are you two doing?" The black man looked up and saw two Chinese police officers approaching. With a sly smile, he set Daimengna down and leaned in, saying, "Stay calm, or else you'll find out what I mean!" Then, he produced his passport and, speaking fluently in English, said to the Chinese officers, "I'm here with my girlfriend to attend the World Expo. China is truly great and impressive—we've had a wonderful time!" "They were a couple. After reviewing the passports, two Chinese police officers simply walked away. When Daimengna tried to call for help, she was blocked by a strong Black man with a firm, salty hand. As soon as the two Chinese officers left, the Black man beamed with delight and laughed loudly, saying, 'Who else can save you now?' 'Yes, me!' A familiar voice brought hope to Daimengna in her moment of despair. 'Husband! Are you really up to it?' Daimengna said, looking at Gao Liang, who remained motionless on the ground, full of concern. 'For you, I'll do anything—even die!' Gao Liang was filled with passion. 'Great job, young man! We believe in you! You'll definitely defeat this Black man!' Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang, standing at a distance, praised him proudly, lying on the ground. 'Hmph! Kid, just you?' The strong black man snorted, looking down his nose at Gao Liang lying on the ground. He set down Demona and raised his right foot, then stomped hard onto Gao Liang's chest. But Gao Liang moved more swiftly than before—though he couldn't rise, his body seemed noticeably more agile. For his wife, the one he'd been worrying about day and night, he'd already given his life. "Watch out! His straight punch is coming!" Demona urged. This time, Gao Liang didn't dodge. A heavy blow landed on his head, causing him to bleed profusely. At the same moment, he unleashed his northern leg technique from the Southern and Northern Fist style—his powerful kick struck the strong black man squarely on the temple. It was the first time the strong black man had ever taken such a forceful blow; stars burst in his eyes, and his head buzzed with sound. As he hesitated, Gao Liang's iron fist connected with the black man's right eye—"Ah!" The black man's right eye immediately started bleeding. The strong Black man, seeing himself at a disadvantage, instantly lost his temper. He charged like a wild bull, pressing relentlessly on Gao Liang, who had no place to retreat. Eventually, Gao Liang was forced to embrace Dai Mengna, with Dai lying in his arms. With deep emotion, she said, "Husband, to share life and death with you—this is already the greatest happiness I've ever known!" This touched Gao Liang deeply. Never before had a woman spoken such words to him—only Dai had said them directly to him. Heaven had clearly destined Dai to be the most important woman in his life. "As soon as Huāngliàng finished speaking, the two large, powerful hands of the strong Black man came down hard on their foreheads—everyone knew the serious consequences of being struck. Huāngliàng held onto Dàimèngdā, unwilling to let any part of Dàimèngdā be harmed, even if it meant taking the blows himself. 'Dong!' The sound rang out, and Dàimèngdā trembled, exclaiming, 'Husband! Husband!' 'I'm fine, you needn't worry!' Huāngliàng reassured her. Though Huāngliàng was struck hard, at the moment when Dàimèngdā was deeply concerned, a miracle occurred—the strong Black man suddenly began to howl like a pig being slaughtered. Indeed, his palms were now streaming with blood. What on earth? Before Dàimèngdā could fully grasp what was happening, Huāngliàng signaled to her with his eyes: 'Play the game!' Dàimèngdā understood instantly. With unwavering determination, the couple stood firm before the strong Black man, neither yielding an inch—brave, resilient, calm Dai Mengna and Gao Liang delivered a superb dance performance. "Grab my shoulders! Let's do a stunning dance!" Following Gao Liang's cue, Dai Mengna reached out and took his hand, then spun gracefully through the air. "Whoa! What kind of dance is this? Our leader's actually playing games with dancing!" Lin Guojun was utterly puzzled. "Ah! I get it—this is the Super Dance of Floating in the Air!" Wang Zhiqiang rubbed his temple and exclaimed with sudden clarity. "Well, it's over—our black guy has made his move!" As both Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang closed their eyes in despair, ready to draw their sidearms and take decisive action, Gao Liang suddenly shouted, "The Death Game!" The moment the words rang out, they were stunned to witness the following: Dai Mengna's two crystal heels, like sharp blades, plunged precisely into the strong black man's eyes. "Ah! Ah! My goodness!" "The vibrant black man's eyes had been gouged out—he was now a bear cub, crawling and scrambling about. 'Anyone who disrespects the old guard women shall die!' High Light had never been so cold-blooded. He kicked the black man's knees again, and with a thud, the man knelt in a straight line at the feet of High Light and Daina. 'Sir, sir, spare my life! I'll never do it again!' the black man pleaded in English. High Light remained unmoved. Daina, who believed in Christianity, softened and signaled for him to stop. High Light, full of passion, said, 'For the sake of God, I'll forgive you—but who can guarantee you won't betray us again?' As soon as he finished speaking, the black man cried out in pain, wailing, 'It's over! It's over!' For High Light had used his Chinese martial arts techniques to pierce the black man's vital acupoints, severing his vital energy pathways and tying them off with firm knots—now, the man had no chance of recovery. "Let's go! Back to our villa building!" Gao Liang held Dai Mengna tightly, while Dai Mengna, like a small bird resting in his arms, leaned gently against him.