疯狂的妻子

Chen Hu's presence caused quite a stir. Excitement filled the air as someone joyfully shouted his name, their voice resounding through the surroundings.

Chen Hu is a record breaker of the men's 100m, 200m, and 400m events. Recently, he achieved a remarkable feat by winning three gold medals in the prestigious Diamond League competition. The domestic news media couldn't stop reporting his outstanding achievements, leading to widespread recognition.

As the word spread, many people turned their attention towards Chen Hu, curious to catch a glimpse of the celebrated athlete. Some couldn't contain their enthusiasm and even stood up to get a better view of him.

The commotion grew louder, with people reaching for their mobile phones to capture the moment on video.

Amidst the uproar, Liu Yong smiled and offered a gentle reminder, [ " Chen Hu, you have been recognized. " ] It was a testament to Chen Hu's fame and impact on athletics.

However, Chen Hu shook his head, his eyes reflecting a practical mindset.

[ " We should wear masks, " ] he suggested, knowing their newfound attention might hinder their plans to enjoy a casual barbecue. He added with a hint of humour, [ " We probably won't be able to continue playing skewers here. " ]

Understanding the implications, Liu Yong nodded in agreement. [ " It seems I was hasty. We should find another place, " ] he admitted, realizing the need to adapt.

As expected, an intrigued individual approached them before they could make a move. Their face wore an expression of surprise as they inquired, [ " Excuse me, are you, Chen Hu? " ] Chen Hu's smile remained genuine, aware that denying his identity outright might not be wise. [ " Yes, I am Chen Hu, " ] he confirmed, embracing his role as a public figure.

The person couldn't contain their excitement. [ " Wow! You are really Chen Hu! You are my idol! Can I take a photo with you? " ] they exclaimed, their enthusiasm palpable. Chen Hu, never one to put on airs, responded candidly, [ " Sure, it's possible. " ]

Satisfied with the encounter, the young fan departed with a happy heart. Soon after, a young girl wearing oversized glasses approached Chen Hu. [ " Mr. Chen, can you sign your name for me? " ] she asked politely, presenting a book and pen. Chen Hu obliged, taking the pen and carefully inscribing his name at the requested spot. With a contented smile, the girl left, cherishing the signed memento.

The scene unfolded with more requests pouring in—a group photo here, an autograph there, and even a few people asking for short videos. The crowd of onlookers grew steadily, with spectators gathering inside and outside the immediate vicinity. It became evident that their plans for a quiet skewer session were impossible to fulfil. Sensing the need for a change, Liu Yong rose from his seat and proposed, [ " Let's go. We should find a different location. " ]

The four of them departed together, and as they made their way out, Chen Hu expressed his gratitude by clasping his fists and apologising for any inconvenience caused. They quickly got into their respective vehicles—Liu Yong into the Cullinan parked nearby. At the same time, Kang Zhenggang and He Qiang followed suit in the big G. The two cars left, capturing the attention of everyone present.

A sudden outcry broke through the murmurs [ " Why is Chen Hu acting as a driver? Who was that young man earlier? Chen Hu was driving for him! " ] The revelation sparked confusion among many onlookers, struggling to reconcile the image of Chen Hu as a driver.

Amidst the mixed reactions, a few individuals expressed admiration towards Liu Yong. [ " Brother, you are amazing! Chen Hu driving for you is truly impressive, " ] they exclaimed, acknowledging Liu Yong's significance in Chen Hu's life.

As the Cullinan disappeared, some individuals couldn't tear their eyes away, captivated by the departing spectacle. With their departure, tranquillity returned to the surroundings, and the four companions sought refuge in a high-end hotel. They secured a private room, allowing them to enjoy their meal undisturbed.

Over dinner, the conversation naturally gravitated towards their shared experiences, leading them to reminisce about their time in Somalia. Kang Zhenggang and He Qiang vividly described their encounters, fueling Chen Hu's passion. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he absorbed their tales. [ " It must have been an incredible experience. I wish I could have joined you, " ] he expressed, a tinge of envy colouring his words. As a former soldier king, Chen Hu longed for adrenaline-fueled battles with authentic weaponry and combat.

In the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean, the Overlord had indulged in the feast of a 200-ton white strange fish for two whole days, relishing its exquisite taste. Yet, a slight sense of dissatisfaction lingered as the delicious fat within its stomach had been consumed, leaving a lingering emptiness.

Gazing at the remnants of the strange white fish, now reduced to bare bones near the entrance of its underwater cavern, Bawang decided to embark on another hunt. It yearned for another catch to satiate its appetite and provide an even more enjoyable feast.

Determined, Bawang grasped its 50-meter-long giant spear and propelled itself towards a trench more than a hundred nautical miles away.

After traversing a considerable distance, Bawang arrived at its destination quickly. The enormous creature gradually swam more profoundly into the trench, slowing its pace as it delved into the unknown.

[ " Hmm, I've come across a strange white fish so quickly. What luck, " ] Bawang remarked, observing a white creature swimming languidly at a distance of four to five hundred meters. The fish was about fifteen to sixteen meters long and weighed around three to forty tons.

In the past, Bawang would have instinctively rushed towards the fish without hesitation. However, this time it held back, considering it too small for its liking. [ " It's a little small. I can finish it in one meal. I should at least catch one weighing over 100 tons this time. That would be enough to satisfy me, " ] Bawang reasoned. 

With its current weight exceeding 170 tons, it could consume around 30 to 40 tons of food at a time. The relatively modest size of the strange white fish failed to meet Bawang's culinary expectations.

Bawang continued its journey into the trench depths without disturbing the smaller fish. It encountered several more strange white fish, but none weighed more than 100 tons, prompting Bawang to ignore their presence.

Unbeknownst to the Overlord, the peculiar white fish it had been feeding on earlier was not at the top of the food chain in this particular trench.

The true apex predator loomed ahead, hidden from its sight.

Within the vicinity, the colossal creature feasted on a strange white fish it had ensnared between its massive claws. Oblivious to Bawang's approach, it indulged in its meal until something caught its attention. The predator stopped its consumption, fixing its gaze upon the approaching Overlord.

Sensing danger, the Overlord grasped its giant spear, locking eyes with the fierce creature. Bawang remained fearless, undeterred by the opponent's larger size. [ " S o what if it outweighs me? I'll fight it head-on; if things get tough, I'll simply retreat. I don't believe it can catch up to me, " ] Bawang resolved, bracing itself for the imminent confrontation.

Without wasting time, the opposing creature accelerated towards the Overlord with astonishing speed, showcasing its formidable explosive power. 

-WHAO!

Caught off guard, Bawang was surprised by the opponent's sheer strength and velocity.