"I'm having chest pain! Can you take a look?" the elderly man said. The young nurse skillfully pulled out a stethoscope, carefully examined him, and said, "You've been experiencing nutritional imbalance—let's prescribe some stomach-relieving medication." The elderly man took the medicine from the nurse and left, smiling happily. Just as the young nurse was about to take a break, a bustling Japanese man arrived at her side, accompanied by several others, who were watching her with a sly, appreciative smile. They shouted, "I've been feeling unwell—I need a diagnosis!" "Which part exactly?" the nurse politely asked. "Here!" The Japanese man, eyes gleaming with desire, pointed to the swollen area beneath his body, and the nurse blushed instantly. After a while, the nurse clenched her teeth and said, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, but I have other patients I need to attend to." Then she went off to examine an elderly woman who had been waiting for a long time. "For heaven's sake, I think you're just getting impatient!" The Japanese man clearly came to stir up trouble, roaring, "Who's the boss?" The owner of the large pharmacy immediately rushed over, surveying the scene, and quickly apologized to the Japanese man, saying, "Mr. Mibuchi San! If there's anything we can improve, please don't hesitate to let us know." "Very well! I want you to fire her immediately!" Mibuchi insisted. "This... this..." The pharmacy owner looked genuinely troubled, saying, "This young lady has only just arrived in New York. She has no relatives or connections here. If we fire her, we might... " "What's all this babbling! Do you even want your store to stay open?" Mibuchi growled, and as he became angry, the dozen or so strong Japanese men standing beside him stiffened, their faces turning grim. The pharmacy owner, unwilling to offend anyone, finally walked over to the beautiful nurse and said, "Miss Qin, I'm truly sorry. I'm afraid we can't accommodate you here anymore. You'll have to look elsewhere." The beautiful nurse struggled to hold back her tears, as this job—something she had finally secured in America—was now being taken away by a Japanese man. She stared at Mibuchi Saburo with a look of resentment, silent and determined to simply walk out. "Hey, beauty! Just agree to let me have my way, and not only will your position be safe, but you'll also be able to work at our Japanese restaurant—your pay will be three times what you're earning here!" Mibuchi said, his voice full of awkwardness and charm, his eyes never leaving the nurse's inviting softness. At this moment, if there hadn't been so many people present, he would have already pounced like a starving wolf, eager to satisfy his hunger. The other dozen or so Japanese men chuckled knowingly, adding, "Exactly! Just nod your head, and our boss will make sure you're well-fed and well-treated!" The pharmacy owner also gave her a subtle signal, urging her to agree. Many of the onlookers watched the nurse closely, attentive to every move. "No!" she said. The beautiful nurse lengthened her voice, her tone surprisingly firm. This single sentence froze the previously mocking Sanbon Musuhu. He was furious: "Quick! Quick! Get her ready! Either she agrees now, or I'll make her agree!" Over a dozen strong men moved in, surrounding the delicate Chinese female nurse, yet not a single one came to her aid. Now, indifferent, they openly tore at her blouse and skirt, pulling off her nurse's uniform and even removing her hat. The crowd was amazed: "She's so beautiful! Even more stunning than before!" Sanbon Musuhu was stunned by such beauty—rarely had he seen a Chinese woman so graceful. "Right here, right now, I'm going to conquer her and make her mine!" Such a bold and outrageous ambition from him! "No! No! Please! I beg you!" "After all, a beautiful nurse is just a delicate girl—how could she possibly withstand the relentless pulling and dragging of more than a dozen strong men?" "Quick! Just say yes! As soon as you agree, you'll have everything!" The three sturdy men stared at her with bright eyes. "No!" The nurse still refused, speaking softly, "I belong to only one person!" "Who is that man? Does he have more money than me? Is he more impressive than I am?" The three men roared. "I don't care whether he's rich or not—even if he's a beggar, I'd still want to be with him!" The nurse's words stunned everyone. In today's society, it was truly remarkable that a woman as beautiful as her could express such thought-provoking sentiments. Yet, her situation was now perilous. With no one stepping in, everyone was merely watching. The three men grew even more determined, now determined solely to conquer this spirited Chinese woman through force. Step by step, the pressure grew relentless, leaving no room to retreat. Just as the beautiful nurse closed her eyes, sighing in resignation, a young man in rags appeared among them. He wore a tattered hat, a frayed shirt, sandals made of straw, and a cane that kept wobbling with each step. With a iron bowl in his hands, he approached the three martial men and begged, "Please! Give me something! Show some mercy!" The three martial men were put out—how could he possibly interrupt their date-making plans? They gave him a coin with impatience and barked, "Get out of here!" Yet the beggar seemed completely unaware, persistently insisting, "Ah! How small-hearted you are! Only a dollar? Can't even afford a beef burger! No, no—give me more!" "For heaven's sake! I've just run into a ghost today!" With the eyes of everyone upon him, the three martial men fumbled through their patience and finally produced a ten-dollar bill, handing it over to the beggar. They had hoped to send the beggar away and thus be able to focus on conquering the beautiful woman. Yet, after taking just two steps, the beggar turned back, shook his head and said, "It still won't work! Ten dollars can get me a full meal, but it doesn't cover the next one. Are you making me go hungry for the next meal?" Everyone smiled quietly—such an ungraceful, bold beggar they had never seen before. The beautiful nurse studied him carefully. Though the young beggar looked worn out, his clothes tattered and his hat low on his head, a quick glance revealed that his eyes were so familiar. But she couldn't quite place who it was. "Gatō! Quickly fetch him one hundred dollars and send him away!" said Sanbe Masaru to a tall, strong man. The man casually tossed the hundred-dollar bill at the beggar's feet, glared fiercely, and said, "You better show some sense and get going with that money! Otherwise, I'll make you regret it!" "If you don't move now, I'll leave you nothing but a pile of dust!" Another Japanese giant held out a massive fist, threatening. People nearby also gently urged the beggar to quickly move aside. At this moment, Sanbon Musuhu was overwhelmed with desire—he had been deeply enchanted by the beautiful nurse’s swaying hips, her graceful figure even more alluring. If he could just spend a night with her in bed, he’d be absolutely thrilled. "No! No! Don’t come near! Don’t come near!" the nurse gasped, her face pale with shock as Sanbon’s eager hands reached toward her, leaving her no place to escape. Just when the moment was at its peak, a voice broke in: "I can’t! I’ve calculated it—100 dollars will only cover my meals and lodging for one day. I’ll still have to sleep on the streets tomorrow!" Everyone turned to see the beggar still in place, beaming with embarrassment. "Get rid of him! He’s disrupting my good time!" Sanbon Musuhu roared, furious. At a single command, more than a dozen strong men gathered around, surrounding the young beggar tightly. "Oh, you really did step in!" the young beggar chuckled. But the three martial men had no time to chat—he needed to seize the opportunity while his subordinates pinned down the beggar, to handle the beautiful woman beside him himself. "No! No!" The woman's blouse was suddenly torn off by the three martial men. Her inner garment was thin, revealing her fair, smooth, and delicate skin, which made the three men gulp in admiration. With growing boldness, the martial men continued to tear at her clothes, each pull causing the woman's body to tremble. Their eyes, now glazed with desire, narrowed into a thin line. Despite the overwhelming pressure from more than a dozen strong men, the young beggar showed no signs of fear. He darted left and right, skillfully evading their attacks and leaving them all empty-handed. Frustrated and embarrassed, the strong men now raised their weapons and launched a coordinated assault on the young beggar. The young beggar moved like a eel, weaving through more than a dozen strong men. Three of the martial artists had already launched full-force attacks, gripping the beautiful nurse's arm and tearing at her trousers. The nurse screamed desperately, "Let go of me! You roughs! Save me! Everyone, save me!" Yet no one came to her aid. By the time she could no longer shout, tears streamed down her face. As the three martial artists gazed at the nurse's full, alluring buttocks, their hands hovered over the final button, about to unfasten it. Just as they did, their fingers were suddenly pricked—upward, the young beggar had struck them with his walking stick. "For heaven's sake! You dare to touch me here?" The martial artist launched a swift sidestep kick toward the beggar, only to find the young man had anticipated the move perfectly, skillfully evading it. Enraged, the martial artist then unleashed his most powerful Japanese judo techniques, charging at the beggar. Yet the beggar was remarkably agile and managed to skillfully evade the shots. The most intense moment arrived when someone in the crowd shouted, "Fire! Get out of the way!" At that precise moment, the beggar played by Guo Liang, with full concentration, flipped the beautiful nurse over and used his body to shield her, rolling on the ground. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The three warrior men continuously fired at the two lying on the ground, causing immediate chaos and prompting the crowd to scatter. "Ah!" A young man was hit, simply because he had moved too slowly. The three warrior men, leading over a dozen strong men, surrounded Guo Liang and the beautiful nurse. However, no one knew exactly where they had taken refuge, as each of the dozen strong men carried a short rifle, diligently searching for them. At that moment, a motorcycle carrying a beautiful woman sped towards them, its powerful impact sending ten or more strong men staggering and falling. Gao Liang kicked the men with swift leg attacks, while the woman struck their heads with her walking stick, causing them to bruise and bleed profusely. "Wow! What a sight! A beggar and a beautiful woman together—such a stunning combination!" one spectator shouted from afar, quickly snapping photos of the dramatic scene. "Man, how impressive is this beggar!" the three strong men exclaimed, staring at Gao Liang and the nurse in wonder. "This beggar practices Li Ling's Chinese kung fu—our skills are no match for him!" Adda said, visibly shaken. "We're out of luck! We've just encountered the most amazing beggar we've ever seen. Let's go!" the three strong men said, somewhat disappointed. "We'll report to the president, Yamada!" Adda suggested. The three strong men and the rest of the group then departed. Hao Li rode his motorcycle, carrying a beautiful nurse, through one street after another. Hao Li's motorcycle skills were first-class—he could ride with complete confidence and freedom on the busiest streets of New York, navigating effortlessly between towering trucks. As the nurse gasped, her body only lightly brushed against the narrow gaps between two large trucks, sustaining no injuries. At a traffic light, where all vehicles had stopped, Hao Li ignored the rules entirely. He accelerated, lifting the motorcycle and the nurse into the air with a "Ah!" All the drivers waiting at the light were amazed to see him glide past three cars, the motorcycle landing smoothly while Hao Li kept increasing his speed, humming a tune and playfully waving to the nearby traffic officers in English, saying, "Excuse me!" What a graceful performance! A beggar taking a beautiful woman on a high-speed dash—what a magical sight! What a magical sight! Many pedestrians held up their thumbs in praise. An amateur journalist seized the moment, filming the classic scene of Gao Liang speeding with a beautiful woman. That evening, numerous websites across the U.S. aired the video, with headlines such as: "The Most Amazing Street Vendor Speeding with a Beautiful Woman," "Please Conduct Human Searches to Uncover the True Identity of the Most Amazing Street Vendor!" and "Is the Most Amazing Street Vendor in a Romantic Relationship with the Beautiful Woman?" These fresh and engaging stories quickly spread online, becoming instant hot topics. The motorcycle, weaving through the streets of New York, eventually stopped in front of a towering skyscraper. The beautiful nurse got off and looked up, amazed—how tall it was! She couldn't see the top. "Would you like to go up?" Gao Liang asked. Qin Xue nodded. Gao Liang then took her hand and said, "Let's go with me!" Huangdao donned a fresh suit and, together with the beautiful Qin Xue, formed a striking sight. At the first-floor staircase entrance, there were two areas: one for the elevator and one for the stairs. However, today the elevator entrance was sealed off, while the stairs entrance was crowded with people—what was going on? Being naturally enthusiastic, Huangdao and Qin Xue approached and found that many people were engaged in a competition. They noticed the banner at the entrance: "Empire State Building Staircase Race." "Let's join!" Huangdao said with confidence. "Can we really do it?" Qin Xue expressed some hesitation. At that moment, a beautiful host announced on stage: "Ladies and gentlemen! The annual Empire State Building Staircase Race is about to begin! The competition rules are as follows: teams of two—male and female—must climb from the first floor to the 86th floor, covering a total of 1,574 steps. As for the rewards, they remain confidential for now. Does anyone wish to participate?" "Yes!" Many American couples answered in unison. "Forget it! Highlight, I'm the most afraid of stairs!" When Qin Xue backed out, Highlight had already secured his competition badge and, as required by the event, attached the two Arabic name badges to his own and Qin Xue's waist. Qin Xue noticed that she was number 9, while Highlight was number 8. "Such a lucky number—how could we lose without winning?" Highlight's witty remark gave Qin Xue the courage to push on. "Ready! Go! Up!" The female host blew her whistle. Many couples rushed upward, striving to reach the top as quickly as possible. Highlight held Qin Xue's hand and they climbed together through the crowd. At first, it wasn't difficult, but by the time they reached the tenth floor, Qin Xue's legs refused to cooperate. "Oh my! I've no strength at all! I can't go on!" Qin Xue frowned and sat down with a sudden collapse. Highlight smiled cheerfully and said, "My beautiful one, we're only at the tenth floor! Look—so many people are already ahead of us!" "We can't lose!" "Then I'll go ahead—after all, I can't keep climbing anymore!" Qin Xue pouted, staying perfectly still. "Come on! I'll carry you!" Gao Liang knelt down, and Qin Xue climbed onto his back. She felt how broad and solid Gao Liang's back was—something he had never done before, never carrying a girl up the stairs. Now, here he was. On Gao Liang's shoulders, Qin Xue couldn't believe it—this man, the president of two major international game companies, was so approachable, actually carrying her. At that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Just then, a pair of American lovers passed by, holding hands and moving quickly. The American man was strong and athletic, and his girlfriend was also well-built. They raised their thumbs in greeting and said, "Hi! Why don't we have a race—see who reaches Floor 86 first?" "Gao Liang! Don't do it!" Qin Xue said with a look of resignation. But Gao Liang, as if he hadn't heard, replied, "Great! I'm certain to win!" "Hehe! You're really good at exaggerating! Look at who I am—look at my wife!" The American young man revealed his true strength. Qin Xue noticed that they were wearing a sports outfit—no ordinary one, but the official training wear of the U.S. Athletic Federation. "You're national-level athletes, right?" Qin Xue exclaimed in amazement. "Oh! These are Paul and Angela, the U.S. long-distance running champions—world-famous athletes!" Qin Xue had sharp eyes—she had just watched a recent U.S. doubles race walk competition where they had won first place, becoming a celebrated legend in local talk. "Now you're intimidated, aren't you?" Paul and Angela looked at Gao Liang with utter disdain. To Qin Xue's surprise, Gao Liang smiled with unwavering confidence. "I've got this!" he said. "If you beat us, I'll immediately step down from the U.S. national team. And I'll personally present you with the free-standing golden medals we've earned—my own and Angela's!" "Paul said. Angela interjected, "They're not even our rivals! You don't need to compare yourself to someone who's barely competent!" "Agreed! That's final!" High Light said firmly. It began. It began. The duo started climbing the stairs.