A heavy strike landed on Hector’s throat cartilage as Zhou Cheng attacked without restraint.

The temples, throat, and eyes were vital points that could instantly incapacitate an opponent in combat. Despite Hector’s formidable physical condition as a former Marine, it still took Zhou Cheng two minutes to subdue him.

After striking Hector’s throat, Zhou Cheng kicked away his gun.

Taking advantage of Hector’s weakened state, Zhou Cheng swiftly disabled both his arms.

Without strength in his hands, Hector couldn’t fire a weapon.

Zhou Cheng’s movements were clean and fluid, executed in one smooth sequence that left the hotel security guards stunned.

Zhou Cheng pinned Hector to the ground, quickly checking to ensure he hadn’t concealed any bombs or other dangerous items.

There were no bombs, but he found another gun, which he threw far away.

Only when someone shouted “Come help!” did the security guards surge forward to take custody of Hector from Zhou Cheng.

The venue hadn’t been completely evacuated, and many people witnessed how Zhou Cheng subdued the gunman. His fluid combat movements looked like something from a movie. Suddenly, a Cornell male student shouted:

“Bruce Lee! Chinese kung fu!”

He was calling Zhou Cheng Bruce Lee.

Bruce Lee was the most familiar Chinese person to Americans.

In 1973, the kung fu superstar Bruce Lee died in Hong Kong at just 33 years old. Though 13 years had passed, Americans hadn’t forgotten this icon.

Bruce Lee had embedded the concept of Chinese kung fu in people’s minds and got the word “kungfu” into English dictionaries.

Shouting “Bruce Lee” at Zhou Cheng was instinctively the highest praise this student could give!

The student’s shout resonated with others. The teachers and students who hadn’t yet evacuated all applauded, calling out “Bruce Lee” and “Chinese kung fu.” Zhou Cheng’s performance was truly heroic, single-handedly subduing the gunman!

Daisy’s legs went weak, “He’s not Bruce Lee, he’s Zhou!”

He’s Xia’s boyfriend.

Not only handsome but so skilled!

But no one could hear Daisy’s clarification. Even Professor McCarthy gave Xiao Lan a push:

“Oh, this is when you should give the hero a kiss.”

“Professor, are you not—”

“Go quickly! Don’t waste words!”

Professor McCarthy straightened his back, indicating he wasn’t scared weak-kneed. Xiao Lan released him and ran forward a few steps. Zhou Cheng was also searching for her in the crowd. The crowd spontaneously parted to make a path, and the two finally embraced tightly.

“Are you hurt?”

Only after confirming Xiao Lan was completely unharmed did Zhou Cheng breathe a sigh of relief.

“Kiss her!”

“Kiss! Kiss her!”

Someone started the chant. While Zhou Cheng felt embarrassed, Xiao Lan stood on tiptoes and kissed him.

Wow.

Now this was like a movie!

The reporters who had just been writing gossip about Harold and Xiao Lan now realized these two were the real couple. Who said there wasn’t a headline at today’s C·W Architecture Competition awards ceremony? The sudden appearance of an assassin was enough for a major story!

Harold’s face darkened, whether from the near-death experience or from watching Xiao Lan and Zhou Cheng’s embrace and kiss, which reduced him to an insignificant supporting role.

The ambulances arrived quickly.

And the police.

The seriously wounded included Harold’s bodyguard and Professor Lipton, who was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet.

Harold himself was wounded in the leg, while the rest had only minor injuries.

Some reporters wanted to interview Zhou Cheng, others Harold – even fools could see the gunman’s target was Harold.

“Mr. Wilson, do you know the gunman’s identity?”

“Do you think he was hired, or…”

The reporters swarmed like sharks smelling blood, desperate for this big story.

The police had taken control of the scene and held back the reporters, using the excuse of screening for the gunman’s possible accomplices. Not just reporters, but everyone present would be investigated.

Daniel and his team in charge of the venue were quite unfortunate – they bore some responsibility for how the gunman infiltrated.

Fortunately, Harold showed conscience and voluntarily provided information to the police: Hector was the former security chief of the Wilson Hotel who had infiltrated using his knowledge of the hotel’s security procedures – it had nothing to do with Cornell University’s hotel management students.

It made sense.

The students were there for an internship – how could Hector’s infiltration, which even hotel security missed, be blamed on Daniel, Nancy, and the other students?

That would be ridiculous.

If Zhou Cheng hadn’t noticed something off about Hector, his first shot would have hit Harold!

Though Zhou Cheng intended to warn Xiao Lan to dodge the gunfire, Harold was also saved by Xiao Lan’s shout… While everyone was shouting “Bruce Lee” and “Chinese kung fu,” Zhou Cheng’s moment of glory also meant facing police questioning.

This was frustrating.

He had come with the inspection group.

Now his secret departure from the group would be exposed – with reporters wanting coverage and the police station wanting to commend him, how could Zhou Cheng keep a low profile?

Xiao Lan comforted him: “I’ll ask Harold to help.”

That went without saying – Harold had to help.

“He fired Hector but didn’t handle his unemployment settlement properly, which led to today’s shooting. Harold bears full responsibility.”

After learning Hector’s identity, Xiao Lan finally understood the sequence of events.

Last year, the Wilson Hotel was embroiled in a scandal when the vice president embezzled over $20 million in hotel assets using his position. The Wilson Hotel nearly closed, forcing Harold to rush back to America to handle the situation.

The final result was naturally the vice president’s imprisonment and Harold’s reorganization of the hotel.

Hector was just the security chief implicated by that vice president. Harold didn’t prosecute him but also didn’t believe his explanations, ultimately firing him – who knew what story lay behind Hector’s actions, whether anger or personal bankruptcy after unemployment, but he infiltrated the hotel determined to kill Harold for revenge!

Harold truly had a lucky escape.

If Zhou Cheng and Xiao Lan hadn’t been invited to the club yesterday and encountered Hector, Zhou Cheng wouldn’t have recognized this former Marine today. Even after recognizing Hector, it was only after watching him closely that he noticed something suspicious.

Zhou Cheng didn’t pose as Harold’s savior. Like everyone else, he and Xiaolan cooperated with police questioning and gave statements.

Meanwhile, the emergency doctor treated Harold’s leg wound and offered him a wheelchair.

Harold strongly resisted, but Butler Allen had quickly arrived:

“Sir, if you insist on not using the wheelchair, you’ll need to use crutches.”

Which was more awkward?

Naturally, the crutches!

One could maintain dignity in a wheelchair, but crutches meant limping along. Harold decisively chose the wheelchair.

Butler Allen pushed him, “There’s one more thing, you should probably personally thank Miss Xia’s boyfriend…”