HLM – Chapter 4 Old Wang, Run!

By mid-November, with everything prepared, Wang Bo returned to the capital with his suitcase and backpack, ready to embark on his journey of exploration.

China and New Zealand—one in the Northern Hemisphere, the other in the Southern—are separated by over 10,000 kilometers. There were no direct flights from Beijing Capital Airport to New Zealand. Wang Bo had bought an economy ticket, with a layover in Hong Kong. After more than ten hours in the air, he finally arrived in Wellington, the capital of New Zealand.

Sitting on the plane, Wang Bo had no idea what awaited him, and couldn’t help but feel anxious and melancholy.

To his surprise, a blonde beauty sitting nearby, after quietly observing him for a while, suddenly struck up a friendly conversation. She told him that he had a kind of deep, sorrowful aura that made people’s hearts flutter.

It was unmistakably a subtle flirtation—clearly an invitation for a hookup.

But Wang Bo, utterly oblivious to her charm, declined her overture. Not because he was a gentleman, but because he was more concerned about his own life and health at the moment. Being in a foreign country, he didn’t dare act recklessly—what if he woke up after a night of passion to find both his dignity and kidneys gone?

He was already troubled enough with that Lord’s Heart in his body—if he also lost his “cannon” and precious kidneys, he might as well just die then and there.

After a long journey, the plane finally landed in the middle of the night.

Compared to China, New Zealand was a small country—less than 300,000 square kilometers—but it had a highly developed economy, particularly in tourism and agriculture. Geographically, the country consisted mainly of two large islands—the North Island and the South Island. Wang Bo’s destination, Otago, was located in the south-central part of the South Island. The nearest international airport was in the capital, Wellington.

Unlike the grandeur and scale of Beijing Capital Airport, Wellington International Airport felt nothing like a capital city’s main gateway. It was small, the terminal buildings weren’t tall, and likely because of the late hour, there were very few people.

At the edges of the airport hall were several entry checkpoints. At each one stood customs officers in sky-blue uniforms, and passengers were lining up to be inspected.

When it was Wang Bo’s turn, the customs officer froze slightly upon seeing his face. At that moment, a blonde woman suddenly ran up and shouted, “Wang! There are a lot of people outside holding your photo, looking for you!”

It was the same blonde he had met on the plane—her name was Ginny Brand, a cowgirl from Texas, USA. She had studied abroad in Hong Kong and had a strong grasp of both Mandarin and Cantonese.

Right after Ginny shouted, the customs officer picked up a walkie-talkie and quickly relayed a message.

Wang Bo’s English wasn’t great, so he didn’t catch the full sentence, but as a modern university graduate, he was able to pick out a few key words: “Dominion of the Sun territory,” “Chinese guy,” “here,” “detain him”…

These keywords gave him a very bad feeling. And just then, several men in black suits with walkie-talkies suddenly appeared in the airport hall and began running toward his location.

Seeing them, Ginny shouted, “Wang! Run! Run! I overheard them—someone said they’re going to give you a serious beating!”

Combining the mystery of the Lord’s Heart inside him, Ginny’s warning, and the menacing look of the approaching men in suits, Wang Bo—who had already been under days of stress and fear—completely panicked. He turned and shoved past the people behind him in line and bolted.

“Don’t run, f**k! Damn Chinese brat!”

“Bo—Wang! Stop right there, you!”

“F**k—yo! Someone up ahead, stop that guy!”

The men in black shouted as they gave chase. Wang Bo ran with all the strength he could muster, sprinting madly toward the tarmac. Behind him, Ginny continued yelling, “Run, Wang! Run! I’ll contact your embassy for help!”

As he looked back at the chaotic scene, Old Wang felt utter despair:

Jesus, Buddha, all the gods in heaven—who the hell did I offend?!

A dry, skinny young Asian man—how could he possibly escape a group of white men as fierce as wolves and tigers? That was what all the onlookers at the airport were thinking. But what happened next completely shattered their expectations. They saw Wang Bo darting around like a wind-up mechanical rabbit—sprinting, leaping, accelerating, decelerating, switching between straight lines and curves, even pulling off the occasional skid—leaving the men in black suits running in dizzying circles.

“Sh*t, this Chinese guy can really run!” an astonished foreigner exclaimed from the crowd.

Eventually, airport security joined the chase. After more than twenty people had sprinted across the vast tarmac for quite some time, one security guard finally managed to tackle Wang Bo to the ground. The onlookers assumed it was all over.

But Wang Bo suddenly kicked out like a rabbit launching an eagle, sending the guard flying. Then he scrambled up and continued running. Another large man confronted him head-on, but in his panic, Wang Bo body-checked him with a brutal shoulder slam. The burly man let out a scream and was sent flying.

Seeing this, the airport crowd gasped in awe. A Chinese onlooker muttered, “Which martial arts master just went abroad?”

Nearby, a group of foreigners flailed their arms and shouted, “A-ta! A-ta! Bruce Lee! Chinese Kung Fu!”

After a full half-hour of frantic pursuit and attempted ambushes, the man-shaped beast enhanced by the Lord’s Heart finally reached his limit. The men in suits caught up to him, tackled him to the ground, and someone quickly twisted his arms behind his back and restrained him.

Although Wang Bo was also known as “Old Wang,” he was nothing like Wang Wu the Broadsword, a famous martial arts master of old who once declared to foreign devils, “My blade has long been thirsting for blood!”

This Old Wang was a code monkey—when faced with foreign devils, all he could do was wail, “Help! I’m innocent! I’m a good person!”

The burly white men huffed and puffed as they panted heavily. Wang Bo braced himself for the worst, expecting the treatment seen in American TV shows—now that these angry white guys had caught him, surely they’d beat him to a pulp. But to his surprise, they didn’t hit him. They just restrained him, not laying a single finger in violence.

A minute or two later, another white man ran over. He looked to be in his thirties, completely out of breath, and gasped between curses: “You… you… son of a bitch! Do you… do you train… track and field in China? Are you Liu Xiang or something? Holy crap, you can run! I swear… you just ran out my lungs, liver, spleen, and damn kidneys…!”

During the chase, the other men had shouted in English, which Wang Bo barely understood. But this man was speaking Mandarin, and fluently at that. Overjoyed, Wang Bo quickly shouted, “Sir, I’m not a bad guy! I didn’t do anything wrong! There must be some mistake!”

“Of—of course it’s a mistake!” the middle-aged man snapped, still gasping for air. “Why… why did you run? Damn, let me catch my breath. Hoo, hoo…” He bent over, resting his hands on his knees, and then scolded the others, “Why the hell were you guys chasing him? Let him go!”

One of the men in black hesitated. “Sir, if he escapes again, we might not be able to catch him…”

“Catch him for what?!” the man barked again, then took another deep breath. “Hoo… Listen, Wang Bo, that’s your name, right? The new lord of the Territory Dominion of the Sun? Hoo… Let me introduce myself—I’m Charlie Stallone, from New Zealand’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade. Damn it, I’m exhausted. Let me breathe a little more…”

Wang Bo stared blankly at this man, rapidly turning over thoughts in his mind. What the hell is going on?

“Wang Bo, I want to know,” Charlie asked after catching his breath, “why did you run just now?”

Old Wang felt incredibly wronged. “You guys were trying to grab me! How could I not run? My friend said she even heard someone say you were going to beat me up!”

“She must have overheard one of my guys complaining. Please forgive them—they really can’t control their mouths.” Charlie glared at the men in black, then waved them and the security guards away.

Then, in a much friendlier tone, he explained, “This was clearly a misunderstanding, buddy. We weren’t trying to arrest you—we were trying to find you. In fact, I’m the person officially assigned by the New Zealand government to pick you up and escort you to the Territory Dominion of the Sun. You could say I’ll be your assistant for a while, helping you with any challenges you face while taking over the land.”

Wang Bo was stunned, his mind blank. After a pause, he asked uncertainly, “Um… Mr. Stallone, can you please explain… what exactly is this Territory Dominion of the Sun?”

Charlie gave him a strange look, then led him away from the airport and into a Land Rover SUV. He said he’d take him to a hotel to rest and explained the details about the Territory Dominion of the Sun on the way.