America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 291 - 175 Ancestral Rules Must Not Be Changed_2

"ok!" Allen Zhang pretended to think it over, and soon agreed cheerfully, "As long as I help you get things done, we’ll sign the contract!"

He mocked further: "Buddy, even if you know a lot of people, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a coward. If a man can’t even conquer a woman, what good are money and a career to him?"

"...You’re right, I am a coward." Reko hung his head low, utterly disheartened.

Allen Zhang patted his shoulder, "No worries, I can teach you a fitness routine. If you have time, you can practice it privately. It’s guaranteed to enhance your capabilities and relieve inflammatory pain."

"Really!?" Reko was astounded.

"Facing-the-wall stance. It effectively corrects your hunched posture and improves sexual performance, I usually don’t share it with just anyone."

That’s a secret technique held by the General Sect Leader.

"It was passed from Bruce Lee to Jackie Chan, from Jackie Chan to Stallone, from Stallone to Di Long, from my coach who learned from Di Long, and then to me!"

"You must teach it to me!!" Although Reko didn’t understand much about martial arts techniques, he’d heard of so many celebrities and believed it must be something special.

"Get in the car."

Allen Zhang left the motel; the sight of grown men crying at the entrance was truly embarrassing.

He started the Jeep, signaling Reko to follow him, and headed straight to the Poverty Street Community where Old Black and Reko’s wife were likely to have joined that basketball coach.

Soon they arrived at the community managed by Old Black. There were no guards at the entrance, no gardens, no gym, no swimming pool, but there was a huge basketball court.

Coincidentally, the General Sect Leader happened to be in charge of the can recycling work in this community. There was also a Mexican selling chicken rolls by the roadside.

Allen Zhang parked by the roadside, and Reko also got out of the car, unsure, and said, "This seems to be a predominantly Black people community, right?"

"Your wife is here. Didn’t she say she has other boyfriends and does not plan to rely on you anymore?" Allen Zhang pulled out his phone, showing the profile of Old Black to him, "He’s opened a club for basketball enthusiasts in the community, basically it’s just the open square, but still, a lot of people sign up and pay. You can call your wife now!"

Reko immediately did as told, calling his wife to come out and talk, but she was impatient on the phone, "Don’t disturb my life! I’ve found my home! Let’s get a divorce!"

"Is it with that Black man? If you want a divorce, I agree, but I won’t give you a single cent because I have proof of your infidelity!"

"Do you really have to make it so ugly? Why can’t you just let me go?" his wife asked.

"I’m already at the community’s basketball court." Reko said, "We can resolve this now! Either we divorce, or we reconcile!"

She decisively hung up the phone.

Allen Zhang was a bit speechless. Dude, she has cheated on you, and you still think about reconciling?

"You don’t have some damaging material in her hands, do you?" Allen Zhang asked, puzzled.

"Actually, it’s about a house registered in her name," Reko explained, "That house was bought for our first child, but because I often worked overtime and wasn’t at home much, I didn’t take good care of her. Our child was unfortunately miscarried, and after that, she couldn’t get pregnant again, leading our relationship to sour. I’ve always felt I owed her, but she’s gone too far now! I want a divorce!"

"So that’s the situation." Allen Zhang nodded understandingly.

Soon after, Old Black came along with the basketball coach, who was a tall man, strongly built, with a stern face, "Is it you guys causing trouble on my turf?"

"Your turf? Did you pay to build this basketball court? Call it by its name, does it answer you? I could say it’s my turf too."

Allen Zhang didn’t pander to him. Although the General Sect Leader was also involved in stealing other’s love interests, he always only interfered bodily and never messed up others’ lives. This Old Black really didn’t follow any rules!

The black coach, discontent, said, "Where are you from? So arrogant, buddy, are you asking for a one-on-one fight with me?"

"Who do you think you are? No need for all that trouble, how many people can you call over?"

Allen Zhang immediately sent a message to nearby Beggar Gang Disciples: "If you can gather more people than me, I won’t come to this community again. If not, better behave and stay as far away as possible."

Old Black laughed angrily upon hearing this, "Oh? You think you know more people than I do? Buddy! You really kicked the iron plate this time!"

He quickly started calling people on his phone, and soon after, about seven or eight basketball players came over.

"Hey! Are you the one causing trouble in our place?"

"Make yourself scarce, okay? We don’t really want to beat you; this is a place for playing basketball."

Seeing they had more people, Allen Zhang also praised, "Buddy, you sure know a lot of people."

"Just get smart and leave this place!" The black coach, with a Caucasian woman in his arms, "Baby! Don’t worry! These guys don’t know who they’re messing with!"

Seeing his wife’s happy face, Reko was also somewhat disheartened, "We’ll get a divorce after we go back!"

"No need, we can sign the divorce agreement right now! I’ve already prepared it! I don’t need that shabby house either." His wife agreed briskly.