Chapter 10: Romantic Springtime

"Unbelievable! How did you do that!?"

"I have to say, you're astonishing!"

"Hey, Bruce, I'm Theresa, nice to meet you!"

"I propose a toast to Bruce's super memory." Butler, too, was impressed and gave a thumbs up, raising his glass for everyone to join in. He had operated the entire process himself and didn't believe that Bruce had any opportunity to cheat.

Bruce smiled slightly, raised his glass to join the others, and took a sip of beer. With the powerful soul of a demon lord, memorizing simple things was no problem for him.

Lisa looked on, her eyes filled with admiration for her lover's performance. Who wouldn't want their partner to excel? Obviously, the beauty was quite pleased with Bruce's amazing performance and passionately offered a kiss.

"Can you really remember all the cards so quickly? Or is there some other trick?" Lisa whispered curiously into his ear while others weren't paying attention, after a bit of playful nuzzling.

"Shh! That's a secret. It won't work if I tell you." Bruce pretended to be mysterious and smiled, his smug expression making Lisa feel both annoyed and helpless. She was quickly swept into his embrace and kissed fervently, forgetting her curiosity in the dizziness that followed.

These young people were easy to get along with. As long as you weren't too weird and had some real skills, it was easy to fit in.

"Heh heh, who's this? If it isn't our very own Bruce Lee." There were always some pesky flies that wouldn't leave. Peter Russell was one such pest. He appeared suddenly beside the group with a few friends in tow.

This guy had a talent for being obnoxious, making strange gestures and noises. But no one was in the mood to humor him. Bruce had easily won their affection, or at least they didn't dislike him. So the mocking expression on Peter's face irritated most of the onlookers.

"Peter, quit it," Lisa said, glaring at him angrily. "You're drunk."

"Whoa, Bruce, you're not some kung fu kid, are you, hiding behind a woman?" Peter said in an exaggerated tone, wagging his finger at Bruce.

Bruce glanced at him from the corner of his eye, stood up, and whispered in his ear, "If you don't disappear from my sight right now, I guarantee you'll die very unpleasantly."

Peter's arrogance was instantly extinguished. He felt the temperature around him plummet, accompanied by an intense chill. The hairs on his body stood on end. He suddenly felt as if he were being stared at by a man-eating beast, an inexplicable pressure enveloped him, gripping his heart, making it hard even to breathe.

This eerie moment sobered him up instantly. With a look of fear in his eyes, he stumbled back several steps. If someone hadn't caught him from behind, he might have fallen.

The one who held him up was a lean young man with blond hair, wearing a tight short-sleeved shirt that revealed well-defined muscles, making him look both well-proportioned and strong.

"Don't panic, Peter, what happened?" The blond man reached out and patted Peter's shoulder, looking at him with curiosity.

"Let's go." It wasn't the first time! Peter couldn't tell if it was all in his head, but the sensation of his heart being squeezed so tight it could burst felt so real. He had the feeling that something was off with Bruce. However, since no one else seemed to notice anything unusual, he didn't want to lose face. He didn't have the courage to confront the situation, so he hurriedly muttered a sentence and left.

His two lackeys were somewhat bewildered, but they followed suit quickly. Only the blond man gave Bruce a cold glance, his eyes seemingly filled with a black mist, which vanished in an instant. He didn't say anything else, turning around and leaving the room.

"What did you say to him?" Lisa looked at Peter's retreating figure in amazement. The annoyance had left so easily, it was a bit strange.

"I told him that if he ruined the mood of the beautiful Lisa, he would die a very ugly death." Bruce put on a smug face and winked at Lisa.

"You're so annoying, never serious," Lisa clearly didn't believe what he said and glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

"I'm very serious," Bruce responded with a smile on his face, but his eyes followed the direction in which the blond man had left, deep in thought. "Does anyone here know that guy in the tight shirt?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. With the troublemakers gone, everyone was happy. Since no one knew him, Bruce didn't say anything more. Soon, the group had put the brief interruption behind them and continued to drink and laugh joyfully, everyone becoming increasingly tipsy and rowdy.

The revelry continued until after 3 a.m. Bruce helped a slightly unsteady Lisa to the car. The car was empty, as Marcus and Gus had taken his hint and left earlier.

"It's late, I should go back to my dorm," Lisa had drunk quite a bit during the evening but was still half-awake and sober enough to be coherent.

"No, no, no, I get to decide that now," Bruce said as he gently embraced her, kissing her passionately.

Clearly touched, Lisa quickly succumbed to the sweet moment.

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As a historic landmark in Manhattan's East Side, the Waldorf Hotel is located on Park Avenue, just steps away from various attractions such as the Rockefeller Center, St. Patrick's Cathedral, Broadway theaters, and high-end shopping centers and art galleries on Madison and Fifth Avenues.

On the wall of the Waldorf Hotel, there is a slogan: "The difficult, we do immediately. The impossible, it takes a few more minutes." This motto embodies the luxurious and high-quality service provided by the century-old establishment.

Bruce had reserved an executive suite in the high-rise Waldorf for an extended period. The suite spanned over 400 square feet and cost more than $1,500 a night. He certainly didn't skimp on his accommodations. Of course, he couldn't yet afford the luxury suite in the tower that went for $10,000 a night, which made him somewhat displeased.

But this was only temporary. Having just finished his bath, Bruce stood naked on the scale in his room. The pointer on the scale shot up to 75 kilograms, revealing that his seemingly slender body, usually concealed by clothes, hid strong and well-proportioned muscles. His smooth and refined muscle contours were a sight to behold.

Lisa, still groggy, was quickly awakened by Bruce.

"Oh, my God, you're too strong, I really can't take it anymore." Lisa immediately pleaded for mercy, feeling overwhelmed by his seemingly unstoppable stamina in bed. He was like an engine that never wore out, far surpassing her expectations. By the end, she was barely conscious.

Bruce laughed heartily and grabbed Lisa, planting a passionate kiss on her before finally letting go.

"Am I dreaming, Bruce? I feel like I don't know you as well as I thought I did." Lisa curled up in his arms like a docile kitten. Bruce's luxurious car and hotel suite were a far cry from her initial impression of him. This young man was apparently not as simple as she'd thought. "Aren't we moving too fast?"

"No, no, no, quite the contrary, Lisa. I'm afraid if we get to know each other any deeper, we'll find it hard to part."

"Stop it, are you really that good?" Lisa couldn't help but laugh at his playful teasing and shot him a mock glare.

"It's you who's that good, my dear." Bruce gently kissed her forehead, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

The young woman was easily appeased, her sorrow and sentimentality quickly dispelled by Bruce's sweet words, and she was soon all smiles.

"Could you arrange a meeting with your father, Lisa? There's something I'd like to discuss with him."

"Still haven't found the right law firm? Are you going back to your country, Bruce?" Lisa's expression turned somber, her voice tinged with sadness.

"No, no, no, you've got it wrong, my dear. It's just that there are some important matters I need to understand better." Bruce gently embraced her. "I won't just leave you like that."

Lisa finally brightened up, offering a tender kiss. They lingered in each other's arms for a while before getting dressed and leaving the room.