HLM – Chapter 24 The Seven-Crown King

Then, he saw a police car pulling up. Soon after, Chief Smith stuck his head out of the window and exclaimed, “Ha! Wang, I never realized—you’re such an athletic powerhouse! This is great! From now on, during the New Zealand Police Sports Meet, our little Omarama is going to steal the spotlight!”

The young officer in the driver’s seat said helplessly, “Chief, I have to remind you—Wang doesn’t belong to our police department.”

“Temporarily, he does!” Chief Smith declared smugly. “And that’s good enough.”

The townspeople seemed to admire athletes a lot. The chief opened the car door and insisted Wang get in, then treated him to dinner. During the meal, the chief even took several selfies with him like it was the trendy thing to do…

The next morning, Wang Bo went to the stadium. He was now a celebrity—everyone greeted him as he entered. A passionate red-haired girl even rushed up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying it was the “Champion’s Kiss.”

Old Wang felt awkward and tried to wipe it off, but the onlookers wouldn’t let him. They said he had to carry that kiss into the competition to make it more entertaining.

However, not everyone was so friendly. Racism was present everywhere. Soon enough, a group began jeering at him. They raised their middle fingers and yelled:

“Monkey, you must be on steroids! Better watch out before your heart explodes!”

“Damn it, this is Omarama’s tournament! Foreign trash like you should get lost!”

“If you dare steal our championship, we’ll break your legs! Look at those little chicken legs—they must taste great! My dog loves monkey drumsticks the most!”

Wang Bo shot them a middle finger in return and walked into the stadium with the crowd. The military parrot was indignant, flapping its wings and screeching, “Ah! Ah! Idiots! Ah! Ah! Your mom exploded! Exploded! Exploded!”

The award ceremony began first. The presenters were a few children—likely orphans. They handed the trophies and prize placards to the athletes, who lifted the kids up for group photos, filling the atmosphere with warmth and joy.

Unsurprisingly, Wang Bo again took first place that morning in the 110-meter hurdles, the 100-meter, 200-meter, and 400-meter sprints.

Later came the 4×100 meter relay.

Wang Bo was in charge of the crucial fourth leg, the final sprint. As he warmed up, a group of tall and muscular young men surrounded him, flipping him off and cursing, “Don’t hang around with those bastards like Carl, or we’ll kill you!”

Carl and the others rushed over immediately. The Māori youth Wessel shouted, “Back off, Alex! This isn’t your damn Dunedin! My uncle’s the mob boss around here—watch it, or he’ll feed you bastards to the dogs!”

College students were still just kids, after all. Though they shouted fiercely while facing off, it was mostly empty bravado. If someone handed them guns and told them to fire, they’d probably wet their pants on the spot.

4×100 Meter Relay – Nothing More to Say

There wasn’t much suspense in the 4×100 meter relay. Carl’s team was indeed weaker than Alex’s, but over a hundred meters, the difference wasn’t huge. Wang Bo sprinted in the final leg with a burst of energy, overtaking the lead and narrowly seizing the championship by a razor-thin margin.

Alex’s team came in second, but they refused to accept the result, insisting it was a tie. When staff came over to mediate, they started waving their hands and pushing people. At that point, the police stepped in. Seeing this, the college students immediately chickened out, hunched their shoulders, and backed away in silence.

Next was the 4×400 meter relay. Wang Bo still ran the fourth leg, which greatly increased their team’s chances. After all, these college students were just regular athletes, while Wang Bo—who had been enhanced by the Heart of the Lord—was a humanoid beast far beyond their league.

Their lineup was Carl in the first leg, Wessel in the second, and Durant in the third. When Durant handed off the baton, they were in third place. Alex’s team was in first.

Wang Bo took the baton mid-stride and immediately picked up speed like a gust of wind. The stadium erupted in screams, especially from the women—their shrieks sounded nearly orgasmic.

Just as Wang Bo was about to overtake Alex, that guy realized he was about to lose and, in desperation, veered out of his lane and slammed into Wang Bo with a snarl: “Then you’re not getting first either! Damn it—ah!”

Wang Bo’s expression didn’t change; he just kept sprinting. Alex collided with him—and it was like hitting a centrifuge at full speed. With a dull boom, Alex was flung into the air like a ping pong ball.

Unluckily, the runner in the neighboring lane had just caught up when he tripped over the airborne Alex, and the two tumbled into a heap.

Even worse, that runner happened to be a hot-tempered local Māori athlete. He got up, grabbed Alex, and began pummeling him while swearing, “If I don’t beat your appendix out, you dog-bred bastard, then my fist isn’t worthy!”

Wang Bo crossed the finish line first. Carl and the others rushed over, cheering and trying to lift him onto their shoulders. But after a few attempts, they just couldn’t manage to hoist him up…

Seven championships. Even though the relay races only awarded 10,000 each, he had now won a total of 110,000 NZD—nearly 500,000 RMB. That was enough to buy a house back in his hometown!

Wang Bo was grinning from ear to ear. After the match, the local media came to interview him. The female host—who had stunningly long legs—kept throwing both subtle and not-so-subtle hints that she wanted to go to the gym with him and receive “guidance.”

Old Wang was very interested in guiding this leggy lady, who appeared to be a fellow Chinese compatriot. By now, with his strong body, wealth, and skills, and even the extra 10,000 NZD loan he got from the Māori, his wallet held nearly 100,000 NZD.

Just as he was about to happily accept the offer, he noticed a bespectacled girl with a smile sweeter than honey waving at him—it was the silk-stocking glasses girl he had met not long ago: Eva!

A few children stood beside Eva. She wore a bright yellow sports outfit today—simple and elegant. Her long legs under the athletic pants were smooth and jade-like, even longer than those of the leggy TV host.

Leggy host in front, silk-stocking glasses girl behind—damn, had his charm stat been unlocked now that he was in beast-mode competition form? Wang Bo was overjoyed and quickly apologized to the host before excusing himself.

He casually ran his fingers through his damp hair to tidy it up, then strolled over and said, “Hey, Eva, great to see you again. Were you waving at me?”

Eva stuck out her tongue playfully and said, “Sorry, I was actually waving at the host who interviewed you. That’s Monica, a famous host here in the South Island—and she’s Chinese, just like you.”

Old Wang’s face froze in awkward embarrassment. How humiliating—he had totally overthought it. With his loser-level stats, how could he possibly activate some ‘irresistible charm’ mode? Even if he somehow managed to turn it on, he probably couldn’t sustain it!

Just as he was about to leave dejectedly, Eva grabbed his hand with a smile and said, “I was just joking. Of course I was waving at you. I don’t even know Monica. I was planning to wait until your interview ended to talk to you—but I didn’t expect you to come right over.”

“The interview’s already over,” Wang Bo replied. He was never someone who sought fame. As the old saying went: People fear fame like pigs fear fattening. That ancestral wisdom was etched into his heart.