Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Work it, make it, do it

Go for it, let it work

Makes us longer, better, faster, stronger

Makes us last longer, better, faster, stronger

N-n-now that don't kill me

What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger

Nighttime at the Pink Lover Bar, the lights flickered on and off, the music was loud, and hundreds of men and women swayed their bodies to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor, emitting shrieks.

Alcohol, perfume, mixed with the smell of marijuana, made the bar-goers even crazier and more debauched.

Link sat quietly in the corner booth, gazing at the bustling dance floor, with only a glass of water on the table.

Maybe it was because he was often in the boxing ring, watched by thousands, that when he stepped down, he always liked to sit quietly in a corner of busy places, quietly watching others buzz and throng.

At such times, he could feel the calm in his heart and the relaxation and comfort that this calmness brought him.

"Hey, Link, snap out of it!"

Danny from the hot dog stand came over, shouting loudly at him, "You can't be like this, you're the host today, and you're sitting here drinking mineral water?! Oh, hell, are you a Puritan or what?"

"No, I'm an athlete, Danny,"

Link reminded.

"But you're also a man, there are so many hot chicks here, and yet you're sitting alone? James was right, you've changed so much after the injury, not just starting to work out, boxing, but also quitting marijuana and alcohol, did you meet an angel in heaven and get purified?"

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Link said with a smile, holding his glass of water.

"Hey, Danny, stop bothering him."

Chubby James, also with a plump girl, squeezed through the crowd, wearing a loose printed T-shirt that looked like a dust cover thrown over a sculpture, with a gold-lettered baseball cap on his head, and exclaimed, "He's training for the Olympics, he can't even drink juice carelessly, let alone chasing girls; he has Taylor, Emma Watson, all stars, do you think he'd be interested in ordinary girls?"

"Alright, I get it, Link, you're too cool."

Danny punched the air towards him and moved into the dance floor with the girl, twisting like a water plant.

James hesitated for a second and then said, "Link, this is Brenda, she's a fan of your boxing, could you give her an autograph?"

"No problem! Nice to meet you, Brenda!"

Link took an autograph pen and wrote a signature for the nervous girl, with a bonus blessing.

The girl happily took the autograph and left with James. As they left, James turned back and squinted at him triumphantly, like a fat raccoon who had stolen a melon.

Link smiled slightly. After becoming famous, Danny and Michael often picked up girls using his name, and now even James had learned to do it; he had to admit that being famous felt pretty good.

Ding-dong!

His phone received a message, it was a text from his nominal mother, Catherine.

"Just saw the news about your signing, you did great, keep it up."

"Thanks, I will,"

Link replied, but soon received several more text message blasts from his cousin Selena Gomez, saying he had signed and needed to treat her to seafood, asking him when he would come to New York, whether he had a girlfriend, mentioning she knew a lot of beautiful girls and could introduce some to him.

She also warned him not to mess with bad girls, saying those girls only cared about his money and fame, not truly liking him.

Link read the messages, the first few sounded like Selena's tone, the rest probably Catherine's words.

He picked and chose a few to reply, letting her know he understood and inviting her to come to Miami when she had time.

"Verano, I'm at the bar, yeah, it's noisy here, our crew is having a party, I understand, I won't get drunk."

While texting, a tall girl walked by, talking on the phone, wearing blue denim shorts, silver low-heeled sandals, nearly one meter eighty in height, curvaceous, a very hot girl.

The girl finished her call, sat down beside me, took her shoes off, and started rubbing her ankle and calf. Suddenly, she noticed Link sitting there and quickly sat up, saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't notice you."

"It's okay, I came here to make a call too,"

Link said, shaking his phone.

The girl nodded, hesitated for a moment, but continued to sit on the couch. She put her shoes back on and glanced at him, "Sir, you look familiar."

Link also thought she looked familiar. In her early twenties, with chestnut long hair, tanned skin, and a rather strong facial contour with features typical of Middle Eastern women, she resembled the future Wonder Woman, Gal Gadot.

He remembered reading in the newspapers that "Fast & Furious 4" was currently shooting in Hollywood, Miami, and that the newly debuted Israeli actress Gal Gadot's name was on the cast list for the movie, so there was a good chance she was indeed Gal Gadot.

"Fast & Furious 4" must be one of her early works.

"My name is Link Baker, I wonder if you've heard of me?"

Link introduced himself.

"Wow, I remember now,"

The girl exclaimed, covering her mouth, "Link Baker, the boxing champion, the future world king of boxing, a multimillionaire, the epitome of the American dream, right? You've been all over the papers recently."

"Yes, but things like world champion or the epitome of the American dream are just exaggerated phrases, you know, the media needs a hook,"

Link said with a shrug and a smile.

After the qualification matches ended, the Florida and Miami local newspapers had heaped lavish praise on him, bestowing many grand titles upon him.

Besides, after signing on, the Dynasty Promotion Company also started promoting him, and these days his name was frequently seen in the papers, his popularity skyrocketing, to the point where even homeless people picking up trash on Miami Beach knew who Link Baker was.

"Mr. Baker, when I read the newspapers, I also thought it was a bit over the top, but seeing you in person, I think they might be right, you do look like someone formidable,"

Gal Gadot said, batting her eyes with her brown hair falling over her shoulders, sizing him up with a smile.

"Why do you say that?" Link asked with a smile.

Gal Gadot's gaze traveled around his chiseled face, pointed to the glass of water on the table, and laughed, "You can tell you're a very disciplined person. You speak in a calm and humble tone, you're polite and mild-mannered, and you look even more handsome and stable in person than in your photos. I think you must be quite impressive."

Link laughed, feeling that there was a reason this foreign woman was about to make a name for herself in Hollywood, at least she was very articulate and had a good eye for people.

"Thank you, you're also very striking. Are you a model?"

"No, well, I've done some model work for advertisements, but I'm mainly an actress now. My name is Gal Gadot, you can call me Gal,"

Gal Gadot introduced herself.

Link shook her hand and then summoned the waiter to get Gal Gadot a Pink Lover cocktail, which was the signature of Pink Lover Bar.

"Link, did you come here alone?"

"No, I'm throwing a party here today, and over half the people on the dance floor are my guests,"

Link said, looking towards the crowded dance floor.

Surprised by his words, Gal Gadot found it odd that the host of the party was sitting by himself at the party.

Link didn't explain further and began asking about her crew. Gal Gadot eagerly talked about it, her phone ringing twice in between. She glanced at it and hung up, continuing to tell him about the "Fast & Furious" crew.

I need you to hurry up now

Cause i can't wait much longer

I know I got to be right now

The noisy music surged from every direction again, and the smell of marijuana, strong alcohol, and hormones became denser. Link checked his watch—it was 7:20 P.M., almost time for a break. He reached out his hand invitingly, "Miss Gal, would you like to dance?"

"Sure!"

Gal Gadot smiled slightly and took his arm, standing up from the couch.