The hook-nosed man noticed that not only was Melina not angry when he walked over, but she even smiled and deliberately stepped aside, thinking she was so attractive that she had taken a liking to him.
Melina's attitude also greatly surprised the other men who followed the hook-nosed man.
One must know that this hook-nosed man was a head taller than that Chinese kid, and he was also a famous boxing champion from the United States.
It was likely that with one punch, he could send that kid flying through the wall.
To show off his demeanor in front of the beautiful woman, the hook-nosed man disdainfully sized up Cheng Xiaofan and said, "Are you sure you want me to punch you first?"
"Aren't you worried that I'll kill you with one punch?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled slightly and said, "If you have the ability, just do it. Why all the nonsense!"
The hook-nosed man angrily said, "Kid, I warn you again, I am the world-renowned boxing champion Withers. My fame in the United States is almost universally known."
"I believe that the respected Miss Melina should also be familiar with my great name!"
He said this with two intentions.
The first was to tell Melina that if he killed her boyfriend with a punch, it wasn't his fault, because he had already revealed his identity beforehand.
The other intention was to tell Cheng Xiaofan that if the kid was smart, he would immediately kowtow in front of everyone on the street, admit defeat, and withdraw from Melina's side. Then, he wouldn't bother with him.
"Wow, this is the world boxing king Withers!"
"Withers, I love you!"
"Dear Withers, you are the pride of us Americans!"
"Withers, I'm your biggest fan!"
As soon as Withers finished speaking, a large crowd immediately gathered around him, shouting at him crazily.
One must know that Withers's name was extremely well-known in the United States, with hundreds of millions of fans.
Now that Withers had announced his name, many people recognized him on the spot.
These onlookers included not only Chinese people but also a large number of Americans and people from other countries.
Chinatowns in the United States had widespread influence in countries all over the world, so many people usually visited there.
Moreover, this was the main street, with very heavy foot traffic.
Some kind-hearted people also reminded Cheng Xiaofan, "Young man, this Withers is a world-famous boxing king. Don't fight him head-on. You should just leave!"
"Yes, young man. As fellow Chinese, listen to my advice. Endure a moment of humiliation for a lifetime of good fortune!"
Cheng Xiaofan heard this and smiled faintly, saying, "Boxing king Withers? I haven't heard of him. How capable is he? One can't be called a king just by talking big!"
In fact, Cheng Xiaofan had recognized the hook-nosed man as the famous American boxing champion the moment he first saw him.
Back when he was studying at university in Beijing, he had watched his boxing matches on television a few times.
Honestly, at that time, he was also a fan of Withers.
Later, he learned from some news reports that this person was naturally arrogant and liked to provoke others wherever he went. For this, he had spent several years in prison.
It seemed this person hadn't learned his lesson. Even after being released from prison, he still had the same attitude!
At this moment!
Withers's face turned dark with anger upon hearing Cheng Xiaofan's words. He roared uncontrollably, "Kid, you actually called me a blowhard?"
"Watch how I deal with you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he fiercely swung a punch towards Cheng Xiaofan's chest.
"Ah—"
With a piercing scream, a figure was instantly sent flying.
Many people present were so scared they closed their eyes. All the Chinese people inwardly called out "Amitabha," thinking, that young man didn't listen to advice; this is terrible!
He was still too young!
However!
When they opened their eyes, they saw that the person who had flown out was Withers.
Withers had expected that with one punch, he could severely injure Cheng Xiaofan, leaving him bedridden for life.
He never imagined that when his fist landed on Cheng Xiaofan, a tremendous counter-force came from the other's chest, pushing him back and sending him flying.
To his extreme pain, the bones in his fist and his entire arm had been shattered into pieces.
At this moment, Cheng Xiaofan acted as if nothing had happened, leisurely putting his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his face.
"I thought the world boxing king was so formidable. Before I could even retaliate, he was defeated and turned to dust!"
Seizing this opportunity, Cheng Xiaofan didn't forget to retort a few words, "Withers, do you want to get up and accept my counterattack?"
Withers looked at Cheng Xiaofan with terrified eyes, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. He repeatedly shook his head and said, "I won't fight you. I know how powerful you are. I surrender!"
"Withers, you can't surrender like this!"
"That's right! You are the pride of Americans, you absolutely cannot lose to this Chinese kid!"
"Withers, you are not only the world boxing king but also the pride of the United States of America. If you surrender to this Chinese kid, it will bring shame to all of us Americans!" Some even went so far as to invoke national disgrace to raise the animosity towards Cheng Xiaofan.
Someone else loudly questioned, "Why was Withers's fist repelled and his entire arm destroyed when it hit that Chinese kid's chest? This kid must be hiding something on him!"
"That's right, kid! You must be checked by everyone present. If you are truly hiding any sharp objects on your person, it violates the rules of fair combat, and you will be severely punished!" someone immediately echoed.
Cheng Xiaofan smiled faintly and said, "You want me to be inspected? Fine!"
He immediately took off all the clothes from his upper body!
"Oh my God!"
Cheng Xiaofan's eight-pack abs immediately elicited a chorus of exclamations from the women present, "What a magnificent man!"
"This muscular physique is simply perfect!"
"Look, his eight-pack abs can move on his body!"
"This is the perfect man of my dreams!"
Especially the frantic screams of those blond and blue-eyed beauties stimulated some men until their eyes turned red, wishing they could tear Cheng Xiaofan apart.
At that moment, Cheng Xiaofan's hatred level soared to the ceiling.
"Kid, I'm going to kill you and avenge our boxing king!" a man who looked like a wild bull suddenly charged out from the crowd.
This was a black man, and in terms of height and muscular build, he was in no way inferior to Withers.
He was also openly holding a large machete in his hand.
"Darling, be careful!" Melina saw this and rushed forward, blocking Cheng Xiaofan.
This woman had completely lost her mind, willing to take a knife for Cheng Xiaofan to her death.
"You're asking for death!"
Seeing the knife about to stab Melina, Cheng Xiaofan suddenly leaped into the air. Mid-air, he raised his right hand and slapped the black man.
The palm wind that descended from the sky knocked the black man more than ten meters away, and the knife in his hand was twisted into fragments by the palm wind, falling to the ground.
"Ah—" The black man also let out a beast-like scream, spat out a large mouthful of black blood, and passed out.