If Craft was the only one, he would have filled his stomach and patted his butt and left, too lazy to waste time with these boring guys.

But Francisco and Amy were also among him. Craft did not need to be fooled with these people, which does not mean that they did not need this opportunity to expand their connections. The lives of other ethnic groups in the United States are already difficult, and not everyone is as extreme as Craft.

It was only after experiencing a lot that Craft realized that people treated problems differently, so he has now learned to try not to interfere with other people's choices based on his own likes and dislikes.

Unfortunately, even though Craft wanted to spend this time quietly, others would not give him this opportunity.

Martin Lee is indeed a financial tycoon now, but his skin color determines that he is destined to be unable to penetrate into the white circle, and Martin's power is basically limited to Chinatown, so in the eyes of those old rich people, Martin's status is even worse than that of Hammer, who had just made a big ugly before.

So when Slade Hammer, the vanguard, failed, someone soon came forward to tease Craft, who was strolling around to digest food.

"Hey! Can your weight loss refrigerator develop muscle like me?"

A strong white man blocked Craft's way, proudly bulging his biceps on his arms, and his attitude was very rude.

"Why don't you try one by yourself? I don't think you can't afford it, or do you spend all your pocket money on buying protein powder?"

The other party was so rude, Craft naturally would not give any good face. He looked at the muscles in front of him and curled his lips disdainfully.

Although this guy has muscles, if he really fights Craft, he is not afraid of him. When he was wandering with Martin Lee, he had a lot of fights with the street gangsters. He had taught a lesson about muscle babies from greenhouses like this. He would be timid if he saw a little blood. He just was careful at the beginning and didn't knock him down at once.

What's more, he now has the technology products in his dreams to defend himself.

Craft touched the wrist guard on his hand, which was the arm strength enhancement wrist guard he improved based on foot strength enhancement shoes. He had done a test and then opened it and walked with Fatty Liao in one hand as if he was playing.

"I won't spend money on your deceiving toys!"

The muscles and sticks deliberately raised their voices, made an angry look, and then shouted out lines that were probably prepared long ago.

"We don't welcome liars here! Don't think that you are a little famous and are a big shot!"

"It's true or false... If you want to find fault, just say that such roundabout provocation is not suitable for a stupid guy like you, and your intelligence is not enough to complete such a complicated job."

The idiot's eye-catching performance in front of him made Craft completely lose his patience, and he simply turned to the onlookers.

"If you want to make trouble, can't you find two smart guys? Or are you the only idiots here? That's really disappointing..."

Craft gave a thumbs up and pointed at the muscles behind him, sarcastically.

"Who are you talking about is a fool! You yellow-skinned monkey!"

The angry muscular rod reached out and grabbed Craft's shoulder. Craft, who had been prepared for a long time, bent down and turned around, avoided the muscular rod's palm, and then kicked him in the abdomen. However, the muscles of the muscular rod were not in vain. Craft kicked it with one kick, as if he was kicking a car tire.

The muscle rod just took two steps back, patted the dust on his stomach as if nothing had happened, and laughed: "It doesn't hurt at all. Don't you Chinese know the skills of that? You are the one who jumps around like a monkey."

"I'm tired of listening to it after just a few words," Craft dug his ears with disgust. "Do you guys don't have some fresh words? Alas... that's right, after all, you only have a history of about two hundred years, and even the language has been inherited from Great Britain. I have too high requirements."

While fighting back in a tit-for-tat way, Craft quietly turned on the switch hidden under the wrist guards of both hands. Although his own strength is not as low as the muscles in front of him, the gap in physical fitness is there, and even if he can beat him, he will suffer some injuries. Craft does not think that such a fool is qualified to be injured with him.

"Look, I won't beat you, the yellow monkey, to death!"

The muscle rod waving his fists and smashed it at Craft, still swearing.

When he saw the way the muscles punched the punch, Craft smiled. Not only did he have no practical experience, he also had no fighting skills like boxing, but his charge was not slow. He probably played some confrontational sports such as rugby and ice hockey. No wonder he was pushed out by those dandy boys as gunmen.

This kind of straight attack is best to deal with. You can dodge it if you slightly lower your body. However, Craft, whose arms are blessed by scientific power, gave up dodging and chose to fight the muscles head-on.

Craft quickly grabbed the fist that was swinging towards his head, and stopped the movement of the muscle rod. Then his lower body did not move, but the hand that grabbed the muscle rod fist casually swung to the side. The muscle-strong man who was two heads higher than Craft and several rounds larger than him was thrown out by Craft several meters away. He fell on the lawn next to him for a long time but couldn't get up.

"Kung Fu, you see it now?"

Craft slapped his palms easily twice, and put his hands behind his back as the masters in martial arts movies, and put his cups in a plain look.

The group of students who were whispering and waiting to watch the show were stunned. Craft's counterattack was obviously beyond their expectations. After a bit of awkward silence, the security guard who had been missing and the person in charge who led the way for Craft and the others at the beginning finally came out of nowhere.

"What's going on here? Who's causing trouble?!"

The person in charge pretended to be yelling, then stared at Craft who was surrounded by a sharp look, trying to put some pressure on him.

However, Craft did not cooperate with his intention at all. While tidying up his already regular cuffs, he looked back with a smile.

After looking at Craft for a while, the person in charge found that the eye attack he learned from his elders had no effect at all. He had to withdraw his gaze awkwardly, then turned his head and growled at the two security guards following him: "Why are you still standing there? Send Lewis to the treatment!"

The security guards here have long been used to the messing things that these young masters and ladies have done from time to time, and have dealt with similar things once or twice, but who has given the school a higher salary?

After responding casually, the two security guards walked to Lewis, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dizzy because of shame, tacitly raised him from left to right, and walked outside.

At the same time, a senior boy walked out from behind the student in charge of receiving the reception. His every move was elegant, which was obviously different from the nouveau riche like Hammer. The person in charge who was arrogant in front of Craft and others before immediately showed a dog-legged smile when he appeared and quickly retreated aside to make his debut.

"I'm very sorry, Lewis is a fool with only muscles in his mind. I'll apologize to you for him."

The man walked to Craft and bowed slightly.

"Felim Jones, an 11th grade student at Dalston Elite Private High School and also the president of the Student Union, is fortunate to be responsible for the hosting of this dance."

Dalston Elite Private Middle School, the party campus where Craft and others are now located belong to this middle school. To put it simply, it is the host of this dance.

"It's okay, I won't suffer anyway."

Craft shrugged and replied with a smile on his face.

"It's just that the methods are a little naive, which disappoints me a little."

Felim's smile remained unchanged, and he pushed back with no softness or hardness: "After all, there are so many schools involved, right? I am just the student chairman of Dalston and cannot control the ideas of students in other schools. Although I don't welcome you 'transfer students', we still have basic etiquette in Dalston."

"Smack it."

Craft applauded gently.

"If you let others do bad things, you just need to watch the show on the wall. You are much more shameless than the previous nouveau riche."

Craft believed that Felim had no intention of finding fault with him, but did he need to find fault with him? Among the so-called elites, there were too many people who wanted to find trouble for him and his group. He didn't need to take the initiative to end. As the host of this dance, he had already expressed his position without stopping other people's movements, and he was still talking about basic etiquette with him...

Craft sneered, ignoring the cheeky guy in front of him, and bypassing him and continuing to hang out.

"Senior Felim, this kid is too ungrateful. Do you need to find someone to teach him a lesson?"

The students in charge of receiving Craft came to Felim, expressed their loyalty angrily, and wanted to vent their anger with Felim's hands. In his opinion, it was a shame to lose in the previous confrontation with Craft. If he had the chance, he naturally wanted to win a game back.

Of course, this man's little thoughts could not be hidden from Felim, but he did not say it out loud, but waved his hand calmly, "We will not have any intersection in the future, there is no need to find another enemy for ourselves."

Most of the students who were watching the show coincided with Felim's ideas. After watching the show, Craft also showed his toughness and strength. If he continued to make trouble, he would probably involve himself. They all chose to settle things like Felim.

The core members of this group of core members settled down, and the guys who pointed at them to make a living naturally would no longer make things boring. The scene of Craft throwing Lewis with one hand was quite intimidating.
Chapter completed!