282: Chapter 279 A Gathering of Superstars

Three days later, in the suburbs of San Francisco.

This was a private estate not too far from the center of San Francisco. Today, it was filled with luxury cars, and looking out, one could see vehicles converging like fish.

Car doors opened, and successful individuals, business titans, commercial elites, political elites, Hollywood celebrities, and others stepped out.

Some of these prominent figures arrived with bodyguards, while others brought glamorous actresses.

Through the estate gate, one could see a building with a scale equivalent to one-fifth of the Chase Center in San Francisco.

Being equivalent to one-fifth of the Chase Center meant that the disc-shaped building could conservatively accommodate thirty thousand people.

At this moment, these celebrities and dignitaries were handing over their invitations one by one, submitting to security checks at the entrance.

Some Hollywood stars who were very famous outside passed through security and immediately walked inside with expressions of extreme superiority.

Some of the guests here were regulars, but there were also some actresses and actors who had only managed to enter through connections. Entering for the first time, they appeared exceptionally excited, as if they felt this was a sign of stepping into another class of the world.

"Mr. Zhou, this invitation of mine can only bring one companion at most. You people..."

"Don't worry, it's just me going in with you. Rest assured, I won't cause you any trouble, and aren't we friends?"

"Alright then, Mr. Zhou, you really are a generous person."

Only then did the two people in the car sit back properly, waiting for the vehicle to slowly drive into the parking lot.

At this moment, Zhou Guoli glanced at the black man wearing sunglasses beside him and felt relieved; the first step of entering this place was considered complete.

The man next to him was named Durant, though of course, this Durant was not that Durant.

This Durant was a basketball star, the very same star who posted online that he wanted to drink Scarlett's bathwater.

Getting to know this star was a matter of coincidence, mainly because he was a regular at that Durant club, and he was quite a goofball.

It wasn't meant as a derogatory term; it could only be said that he was very approachable and had a childlike heart, despite being known as the "Death" scoring machine on the court.

He was a star on par with Hall of Famers like James, yet he was exceptionally cheerful and had no airs at all, which could be seen from the fact that he dared to post online about drinking bathwater.

Moreover, this guy especially loved using burner accounts to argue with trolls, and he was even caught red-handed by netizens.

An ordinary person would have died of social embarrassment long ago, but he was still happy and didn't care at all.

Today, he originally wanted to invite his goddess, Scarlett, to watch the underground boxing match together, but the goddess had directly refused him. Just kidding, the goddess was married and had children now, how could she still let him drink her bathwater?

So, after finding this drunkard at the bar and fishing for information, Zhou Guoli spent ten thousand US dollars to let this simp enjoy the enthusiastic service of nightclub girls, helping him forget his sorrows.

And he had also become a good friend of Durant.

Making friends, you know.

"Zhou, you said you have a friend fighting here, right?"

Seeing some congestion ahead, Durant yawned and asked.

"Yes, he is a friend of mine from before, and I am here to cheer for him," Zhou Guoli said with a faint smile.

"Oh, then you might be disappointed. I've been here once, and I can only tell you that this place is simply a slaughterhouse. I can swear to God on this; it is absolutely different from any boxing match you've seen before."

Saying this, Durant paused and looked at Zhou Guoli seriously.

"I think you might be about to lose this friend. You should contact a funeral home friend early."

"Haha, I think my friend is very capable, so that won't be necessary for now."

Zhou Guoli laughed it off, not bothering to say much more.

At this time, the vehicle had already stopped. The two got out and walked toward the main gate of the estate.

For true dignitaries, the host here would provide internal parking and free valet service, but Durant clearly did not possess such qualifications.

"Oh my god! Sir! Sir!"

Just after getting out of the car, Durant seemed to have discovered something. He hopped around like a child, whistling and exclaiming as he called out to someone in front.

The person in front heard the commotion and turned his head suspiciously, revealing an aged and profound white face.

"You... are you Durant? Kevin Durant? If I remember correctly, big ball star?"

The man smiled and waved at Durant.

Seeing this, Durant became even more excited. He hurried over, bowing as he shook hands repeatedly.

Just like a little fan.

"Is it Mr. Stallone? Your Rocky series is my favorite. Oh... I... I didn't expect to see you here! Yes, my name is Durant, and I'm currently playing basketball."

"Haha, I am also a fan of yours. I watch your games often."

Stallone also nodded with a smile. To be honest, he almost didn't recognize the other person, but because the bathwater incident had almost become a joke, he had some impression.

Zhou Guoli watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh. This really was a place where US dignitaries and celebrities gathered; anyone you saw was a top-tier Hollywood star.

The three of them introduced themselves and decided to go in together, just to have company.

But soon it became four, because Stallone had also arranged to meet a companion, and upon seeing the person arrive, Zhou Guoli raised an eyebrow.

This person was familiar to almost every Chinese person—it was the Kung Fu Emperor, Jet Li!

"Brother Jet, I am a fan of yours. I didn't expect you to be here too. Are you and Mr. Stallone..."

Zhou Guoli didn't actually care much about these stars, even if this person was a big star from China. As a special operative, he wouldn't worship anything.

However, to avoid being awkward, he still pretended to be very enthusiastic.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou. I am a friend of Stallone's. We have collaborated on movies before."

Perhaps due to his age, Jet Li was very calm and reserved, with a gentle attitude, far from the sharp edge he had on screen when he was young. Instead, he seemed more like an old man nearing the end of his days.

The group continued on after introductions, but not long after, two more people joined the team.

As it turned out, Zhou Guoli and Durant knew both of them without needing an introduction.

These two were the Kung Fu superstars, Brother Dragon and Brother Hong.

They saw Brother Dragon pushing Brother Hong, who was in a wheelchair, smiling and greeting Stallone and Jet Li who were walking towards them.

Zhou Guoli was a bit confused. Why was he running into all these Kung Fu stars today? Except for Durant, who was more like a husky that had wandered into the mix.

"Brother Dragon, why are you and Brother Hong here too?"

Jet Li's form of address for the two was clearly different; he called Brother Dragon, "Brother Dragon," but Brother Hong, he called "Big Brother."

Zhou Guoli understood this; Brother Hong had always been the big brother to many Kung Fu stars, and he was also Brother Dragon's Senior Brother, having taken care of Brother Dragon and younger martial arts stars quite a bit.

"Haha, Brother Hong and I got our invitations a long time ago. This is our first time here. I heard that the boxing matches here are real fights, and there is even our Chinese Kung Fu. I want to witness the former glory of our Chinese Kung Fu.

I saw masters fighting for real at the Kowloon Walled City before; it was very impressive. I hope to see it this time!"

Brother Dragon explained with a smile.

In the past, the Kowloon Walled City often held underground boxing matches—the kind that were real fights where people could die—organized by some triads.

He and Brother Hong had one such experience, where they were forced by a big company boss to perform martial arts there because a triad leader wanted to see if Kung Fu stars were really that powerful.

That time left a great shadow on Brother Dragon. Fortunately, Brother Hong was very good at handling situations and had some triad background, which was how they settled the matter.

Entering the estate, Zhou Guoli hadn't expected the group to become so large. He was worried about whether it would attract attention here.

Fortunately, there were many groups arriving together here; many were celebrities with celebrities, and dignitaries with dignitaries.

Watching the boxing match was one aspect, but expanding their social circle was even more important.