Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

If Kraft was alone, he would definitely have filled his stomach and left, not bothering to waste time with these boring guys.

But there are Francisco and Amy who are traveling with him. Kraft doesn’t need to make excuses with these people, but it doesn’t mean that they don’t need this opportunity to expand their connections. The influence of other ethnic groups in the United States Life is hard, and not everyone is as extreme as Kraft.

It was only after Kraft experienced a lot that he understood that people deal with problems differently, so he has now learned to try not to interfere with other people's choices with his own likes and dislikes.

It's a pity that even if Kraft wanted to spend this period of time quietly, others would not give him this opportunity.

Martin Lee can indeed be regarded as a financial tycoon now, but his skin color determines that he is destined to be unable to penetrate into the circle of white people, and Martin's power is basically limited to Chinatown, so in the eyes of the established rich, Martin's status is not even as good as before Hammer had just made a big fool of himself.

So when Sladehammer, the vanguard, failed, someone soon came forward to tease Kraft, who was full and wandering around to eat.

"Hey, that weight-loss refrigerator of yours, can it build muscles like mine?"

A muscular white man blocked Kraft's way. He proudly bulged his biceps and his attitude was very rude.

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

Craft was naturally not going to give the other party a good look when he was so rude. He looked at the muscular rod in front of him and curled his lips in disdain.

Regardless of the muscles this guy has, Kraft is not afraid of him in a real fight. He used to fight with those street gangsters when he was wandering with Martin Lee. It's not like he has no lessons for such muscle babies who came out of the greenhouse. However, I will be scared when I see a little blood, just be careful not to be knocked down by him at the beginning.

What's more, he now has the technological products in the dream to defend himself.

Kraft touched the wristband on his hand. It was an arm-strength-enhancing wristband that he modified based on the foot-strength-enhancing shoes. He had tested it, and after turning it on, it was as if he was playing with Fatty Liao with one hand.

"I won't waste money on your fraudulent toys."

Muscle Stick deliberately raised his voice, pretending to be irritated, and then yelled out the lines that he had probably prepared a long time ago.

“We don’t welcome liars here. Don’t think that just because you are famous means you are a big shot.”

"If you want to find fault with your acting, just make it clear that this roundabout way of provocation is not suitable for a fool like you. Your intelligence is not enough to complete such a complicated task."

The eye-catching performance of the idiot in front of him made Kraft completely lose his patience, and he simply turned to the crowd of spectators.

"If you want to cause trouble, can't you find two smarter guys? Or is it really disappointing that you only have idiots like this here?"

Kraft raised his thumb and tapped the muscle stick behind him, sarcastically.

"Who are you calling a fool, you yellow-skinned monkey?"

The angry Muscle Stick reached out to grab Kraft's shoulder. Kraft, who had been prepared for a long time, bent over and turned around, dodging Muscle Stick's palm, and then kicked him in the abdomen, but the Muscle Stick's body After all, the muscles are not in vain. Kraft kicked him as if he was kicking a car tire.

The muscular guy just took a few steps back, patted the dust on his stomach as if nothing had happened, and said mockingly: "It doesn't hurt at all. Don't you Chinese all know that kind of kung fu? You just jump around like monkeys." that."

"Just these few words over and over again, I'm so tired of hearing them," Kraft dug his ears in disgust, "Don't you white-skinned idiots have any fresh vocabulary? Well, after all, you don't have any new words in total. It only has a history of about two hundred years, and even the language is inherited from Great Britain. I am asking too much."

While fighting back tit for tat, Kraft quietly turned on the switch hidden under the wrist guards of both hands. Although his own strength was not inferior to the muscular stick in front of him, the gap in physical fitness was there, even if he could win He was going to get hurt too, but Kraft didn't think such an idiot was qualified to fight back injury with him.

"See if I don't beat you to death, you yellow-skinned monkey"

The muscular stick swung his fist and hit Kraft, still cursing.

Kraft smiled when he saw the way this muscular stick punched. Not only did this man have no actual combat experience, but he also had not learned any fighting skills such as boxing. However, his charging speed was not slow. He probably played some rugby. For a confrontational sport like ice hockey, it’s no wonder that those dandies would push them out to be gunmen.

This kind of direct attack is best to deal with. You can dodge it by lowering your body slightly. However, Kraft, whose arms were blessed by scientific power, gave up dodging and chose to confront the muscle stick head-on.

Kraft quickly grabbed the fist that was swinging towards his head, and stopped the movement of the muscle stick abruptly. Then his lower body remained motionless, and he just casually flicked the hand that grabbed the fist of the muscle stick to the side. The muscular man, who was two heads taller than Kraft and several times bigger than him, was thrown several meters away by Kraft. He fell on the lawn next to him and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Kung Fu, you see it now"

Kraft clapped his palms twice easily, put his hands behind his back like the masters in martial arts movies, and said with a calm expression.

The group of students who were whispering and waiting to watch the show were stunned. Kraft's counterattack obviously exceeded their expectations. After an awkward silence, the security guard who had been missing and the one who had given him the initial response were all stunned. Kraft and the others leading the way finally emerged from nowhere.

"What is happening here and who is causing trouble?"

The person in charge pretended to yell, and then stared at Kraft who was surrounded in the center with sharp eyes, trying to put some pressure on him.

However, Kraft had no intention of cooperating with him at all. While adjusting his already neat cuffs, he looked back with a half-smile.

After the person in charge looked at Kraft for a while, he found that the eye attack he learned from his elders had no effect at all, so he had to retract his gaze, then turned to the two security guards who were following him and growled: "Why are you still standing there? Send Lewis to treatment quickly."

The security guards here have long been accustomed to the troubles caused by this group of young men and ladies from time to time, and they have dealt with similar things not once or twice, but who asked the school to give high wages.

After a casual response, the two security guards walked over to Lewis, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious because of embarrassment, and in tacit agreement, they lifted him up from left to right and walked outside.

At the same time, a senior boy walked out from behind the student in charge of reception. He carried an elegant temperament in every move he made. He was obviously different from the nouveau riche like Hammer before. The arrogant person in charge in front of Fute and the others immediately showed a doggy smile when he appeared, and quickly stepped aside to make way for him.

"I'm very sorry. Lewis is a fool who only thinks about muscles. I apologize to you on his behalf."

The man walked up to Kraft and bowed slightly.

"Felim Jones, an eleventh grade student at Dalston Elite Private High School and the President of the Student Union, is honored to be in charge of organizing this prom."

Dalston Elite Private High School, the party-specific campus where Kraft and the others are currently located belongs to this middle school. To put it simply, it is the host of this dance.

"It doesn't matter, I won't suffer anyway."

Kraft shrugged his shoulders and replied with a smile.

"It's just that the method is a bit naive, which makes me a little disappointed."

Felim's smile did not change, and he pushed back with neither softness nor hardness: "After all, there are so many participating schools, right? I'm just the student president of Dalston, and I can't control what students from other schools think, although I don't welcome you either. Such a transfer student, but we still have basic etiquette in Dalston."

"Clap clap clap."

Kraft clapped softly.

"Let others do the bad things. You just have to sit back and watch the good show. You are much more shameless than the upstart before."

Kraft believes that Felim has no intention of finding trouble with him, but does he need to do so? Among these so-called elites, there is a lot of trouble for him and his group. He does not need to take the initiative to end it. As such, The host of a dance party, he had already stated his position without stopping other people's actions, and he was still trying to talk to him about basic etiquette.

Kraft sneered, ignored the shameless guy in front of him, and continued to wander around him.

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

The student who was responsible for receiving Kraft and the others came up to Felim and expressed his loyalty angrily. At the same time, he wanted to use Felim's hand to give himself some relief. In his opinion, the eye contact between him and Kraft before It was a shame to lose. If there was a chance, he would naturally want to make a comeback.

Naturally, this man's little thoughts couldn't be hidden from Felim, but he didn't reveal it. He just waved his hand calmly and said, "We won't have any intersection in the future. There is no need to find another enemy for yourself."

Most of the students who were watching the play had the same idea as Felim. They had also watched the play. Kraft had also shown his toughness and strength. If the quarrel continued, they would probably implicate themselves. They also They all chose to settle the matter just like Felim.

The core members of this group have settled down, and the guys who are pointing at them to make a living will naturally stop asking for trouble. The scene of Kraft throwing Lewis out with one hand is quite shocking.

As a result, the three people who had been watching were suddenly isolated. Francisco and Amy stopped trying to get into this group of people and followed Kraft to experience the life of the aristocratic school. After a while, he left early without waiting for the dance to officially begin.