Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Richard is a Stinky Pervert**
**Chapter 11: Richard is a Stinky Pervert**
"Richard, are you in there?"
In the evening, at the office door, Anthony pushed it open. Inside, it was pitch dark, and he could barely make out a person leaning back in a chair, staring out the window in a daze.
"Why don't you turn on the light? Is the bulb broken again?"
Anthony pressed the switch, and the office lit up brightly. Richard still looked out the window, motionless.
"Hey, what's up with you?"
Anthony waved his fat hand, releasing a waft of fried chicken smell.
"I'm heartbroken!"
Richard sighed softly.
"You're dating someone? How come I didn't know?"
Anthony asked curiously.
"I'm pursuing Bündchen."
"Tch, that's unrequited love. Does Bündchen have a boyfriend?"
"She came to the company today. I used to tell her I was the chairman of BAA, but..."
"Hahaha, I get it. She thought you were a rich guy, but when she came and saw you were a pauper, she slapped you and left, right?"
Anthony laughed heartily.
"Of course not!"
Richard glared at him unhappily. "Bündchen isn't that kind of person. After she arrived, we read books in the room, strolled on the street, and walked in the park together."
"Isn't that nice?"
Anthony was puzzled.
"Although she didn't say anything, I could feel her disappointment. Maybe she won't come here again."
Richard sighed heavily.
"That's nothing. Don't forget you have the highest quality looks, the strongest body, and talent that surpasses 99% of your peers in the world. With so much going for you, why worry about finding a girlfriend?"
"But a relationship has ended, and my heart is about to become barren. Our love..."
Richard sang passionately.
"Stop, stop. What nonsense are you talking about? You've only known her for a few days and met her a few times. What love? You're just lusting after her body and feeling bad because you didn't get what you wanted."
"Nonsense. My feelings for Bündchen are serious and pure, free from base desires."
Richard retorted, slapping the table.
"Okay, okay. Let's go to the bar and chat with some girls to make you feel better."
"I don't want to go. Let me immerse myself in the darkness."
"Come on, let's go!"
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At night, on Jackson Street, Zona Bar was lit with neon lights, bustling with people drinking, dancing, gambling, using drugs, hitting on others, and misbehaving. The atmosphere was chaotic.
"Wow, look who I see! It's our boxing champion, Richard!"
"Richard, you haven't been to the bar in a long time."
"Richard, come over here. Let's have a drink."
When Richard and Anthony entered the bar, many familiar faces greeted them loudly.
"Everyone, listen up!"
Anthony stood on a stool and shouted, "Richard is heartbroken. Is there any lady willing to sacrifice herself?"
"I am!"
"Me too. Richard, you're mine tonight."
"Richard, come over. Do whatever you want tonight."
Many girls shouted and even ran over to tug at him.
"Everyone, Anthony is drunk and talking nonsense."
Richard pulled the fat guy down and stood in front of him to explain.
"I'm not. Richard is really heartbroken."
Anthony shouted.
"Hahaha, Richard, you're heartbroken? Oh, right, Richard is only 19, not yet past puberty."
"Richard, are you still a virgin?"
"Virgin boxing champion? How's that title?"
Everyone laughed.
"Richard is no virgin. He dated over ten girls at the same time. I'm one of the victims."
A woman raised her hand and reported.
"Richard has perverted hobbies, liking to party with many girls. I've attended three times. The scenes were unbearable."
"Yes, that brute was so rough. I almost died that time."
"Richard, come over. We're willing to go all out tonight."
Several girls clamored.
"Tch, Richard, so this is who you are."
A group of people looked at him differently.
"Everyone, please stop. I give up."
Richard raised his hand, making everyone laugh again.
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"Richard, do you like fooling around with many girls?"
At the bar counter, Anthony asked discontentedly.
"Don't listen to their nonsense. Am I that kind of person?"
Richard replied softly.
"Aren't you? At the boxing arena that day, you grabbed a girl and kissed her casually."
"That was to liven up the atmosphere."
Sitting at the bar, Richard knocked on the counter.
"Cosmo, any new drinks to recommend?"
"I suggest Tequila Sunrise. It's good for those who are heartbroken."
The bartender, Cosmo, smiled.
"Sure, make me one to try!"
Richard smiled.
"Richard, are you saying those women are slandering you?"
Anthony blinked his small eyes.
"Of course!"
"Why would they do that?"
"They're envious of my body and want me, but I never give them a chance. They can't have me, so they fantasize about me and publicly slander me."
Richard said angrily.
"Really?"
Anthony's eyes twinkled. "Why don't you let me take your place in dating girls? I don't mind being taken advantage of."
"Get lost!"
"Here's your drink, Richard. Give it a try!"
Cosmo placed two drinks down.
"Thanks!"
Richard tasted the cocktail.
Tequila Sunrise is made with tequila, lemon, and grenadine, offering a sweet taste with a strong sourness.
Is this what heartbreak tastes like?
So damn sour!
"Cosmo, this taste is sharp!"
"Want another one?"
"No, I like to savor it slowly."
Richard sipped his drink and tug
on the corner of his mouth.
"Richard, let's have a toast!"
The bar owner, Johnson, placed a hand on his shoulder.
"John, your bar is getting more and more popular."
"Not bad, but it doesn't compare to those with boxing rings."
"The rings are too noisy, not a good fit for drinking."
Richard took a sip of his drink.
"But they're popular. Richard, when are you getting back in the ring? It's been a while since we've seen you fight."
"Yeah, Richard, when will you fight again? Viper Sinkler has won three times in a row recently. You should teach him a lesson."
"Richard, if you face Sinkler, I'm betting on you to win."
A crowd of boxing fans surrounded him and asked.
"Give it some time. I'll get back in the ring once I'm healed."
Richard replied helplessly.
"Richard, get back in there soon. The Bronx boxing ring isn't the same without you."
"Thanks for your concern, everyone. I'll be back in the ring soon."
Richard raised his glass.
"Cheers!"
"Here's to Richard's speedy recovery!"
"Cheers!"
After a few drinks, the bar transitioned into its high-energy dance time. The crowd moved to the dance floor, men and women alike, grinding together.
In the middle of the crowd, Anthony was shaking his fat belly, surrounded by women, clearly enjoying himself. He even found time to wink at Richard, as if to say, "Come on, have some fun. We've got all the time in the world."
Richard shook his head. He couldn't join in; there were too many women in the dance floor, and he'd definitely get groped if he did.
"Hey, Richard!"
Suddenly, someone sat down next to him.
Richard looked over and raised an eyebrow,
"Hello, Mr. Andy!"
"Alvin, why don't you keep playing cards?"
Without a second thought, Richard handed over the IOU.
"No way, you agreed to this. How can you back out now?"
Alvin shouted, putting an arm around his shoulder, "Attention all creditors, my debts are now transferred to Richard. If you need money, go find him."
"Richard, is this true?"
Several people turned around and asked.
"…"
"Speak up!"
Alvin urged.
"It's true!"
Richard said reluctantly.
"Alright, we trust Richard."
"Richard, when will you get back in the ring? I want to bet on you."
"Yes, Richard, hurry up and fight. Matches without you just feel like something's missing."
A group of people clamored.
"Don't worry, Richard will be back in the ring soon."
Alvin shouted, pulling Richard along, "Come on, let's go train. Without my guidance, look at how you perform in the ring. You're a boxer, not an actor. Stop with the theatrics. Damn it, what a mess."
"…"
Richard regretted finding him, truly.
(End of Chapter)
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