Chamberlain thought he knew every part of his body very well. This is nonsense. Anyone should know a body that he had used for twenty years.

But now, Chamberlain felt that he didn't understand his body anymore. He remembered that he should be full of fat, loose skin, and weak all over. But in fact, when he raised his arms, he suddenly realized that his arms had changed.

The wheat-colored skin was tense, and the tendons of the upper arm muscles were twisted together, as if they were twisted by steel bars. Chamberlain clenched his fist hard, and a powerful sense of power appeared in his palm. As he moved, the strong muscles twisted hideously, as if several small snakes were wrapped around his arm.

Chamberlain was confused by what he saw. He felt something big had happened to him, and subconsciously took off his T-shirt from his upper body.

The top was taken off, and Chamberlain's body was revealed. On his chest, the two pectoralis major muscles were as strong as rocks blowing on the wind and sun. The eight abdominal muscles were arranged tightly, and the hard lines on the body made people unable to help but be shocked. The tight skin contained terrifying explosive power, and there was no extra fat in every part of his body, as if he was a perfect muscle devil.

San Francisco is already in Mid-Autumn Festival at the end of October, and most people wear warm clothes. Therefore, when Chamberlain took off his upper clothes, he immediately attracted the attention of most people in the bar.

Compared to the so-called bodybuilder produced by hormones, Chamberlain's body has a more realistic and beautiful body. He seems to be a jihadist walking down from an oil painting, and his body is perfect like a dream.

Seeing such a perfect male body, the women in the bar immediately lit up their eyes, and many people screamed, as if they were directly stimulated to orgasm.

Seeing Chamberlain's strong upper body, the bartender who was originally angry and angry, suddenly breathed. He decisively gave up the idea of ​​disposing of Chamberlain before and said politely: "Sir, do you need another drink?"

Chamberlain was still in the mood to drink at this time? He shook his head in dismay and said, "No, no, no, I have something urgent now, I have to go home quickly..."

Chamberlain couldn't accept such a big change in his body, and subconsciously thought of going home.

Understanding that Chamberlain took off his shirt was not to beat him up, the bartender was relieved. He rubbed his hands with a smile and said, "Then do you settle the account? It's 840 yuan in total. I'll give you a discount and charge you 820 yuan."

"What? Eight hundred and twenty yuan?" When Chamberlain heard that he had to pay himself, he ignored his physical condition. He glared and said angrily, "Do you sell alcohol or blood here? Even if I was drinking blood just now, it wouldn't be more than eight hundred yuan! How much does a cup of beer here cost?"

With Chamberlain's current body, he was still a bit intimidating. The bar shrank and said honestly: "Beer is not worth it, but you drank a bottle of gold vodka. This bottle of wine is a good product we got from the Soviets, and the price is 800 US dollars."

Golden vodka? When did I drink this kind of expensive thing that is not worth the life? Chamberlain lowered his head blankly and saw that in addition to five large cups for beer on the table in front of him, there was indeed a fine-mouthed crystal bottle full of Russian style.

Seeing this bottle of gold vodka, a scene that happened before passed through Chamberlain's mind like lightning. He remembered the strange man who invited him to drink, and then he was furious: Damn, no wonder that grandson kindly invited him to drink, it turned out that he wanted to frame himself to pay the bill for him?!

There is no such reason. Chamberlain has always taken money seriously. He came from a slum family and has been extremely sensitive to money issues since he was a child. Whoever wants to take advantage of him is blinded by his dog eyes and chose the wrong person!

"This wine is not what I drink, it's a white dog. Oh no, no, it's the handsome white guy sitting next to me just now!" Chamberlain even said the name of the yellow people in the slums, but looking at the white people around him who were covered with tattoos, he immediately changed his name.

The bartender decided that he wanted to pay the debt, so he stared at him and said, "Man, don't tell lies. Maybe you haven't woken up yet? You were the only one who drank here and talked to yourself here. Where are there any handsome white guys?"

"Not bad, you're the only one talking to yourself here." The people next to them spoke out loudly, just like Chamberlain was jealous of the handsome white man before, and now everyone at the table was jealous of his figure.

Several gangsters hired by the bar came over casually, which made the bartender regain their courage. He didn't know how many bad people he met in a month like Chamberlain who refused to admit their recklessness after drinking.

Chamberlain vaguely realized that something extraordinary happened tonight, but before he could find out everything, he needed to find out how to leave the bar, because now there was less than fifty dollars in his shriveled wallet.

Looking at the gangster who almost surrounded him, Chamberlain swallowed, and then suddenly smiled, "Hey guys, have you ever seen the Flash?"

"Flash? Are you talking about comics or that Dwyane Wade in Miami?" asked a gangster in a daze.

"Do you care who he is? Let this kid pay first!" said the bartender impatiently.

Chamberlain had a bright smile on his face and said, "Don't be anxious, brothers, if I say I am the Flash who is hiding in the city to punish evil and promote good, do you believe it?"

"Do you think we're crazy?" the bartender sneered.

Chamberlain's smile remained unchanged. He hugged a strong gangster's shoulder intimately and said, "Of course, of course, only a brainless person will treat you shrewd guys as brainless. But I am really the Flash. I can run back and forth from the bar to the door in five seconds. If I can't do it, I'm willing to pay you ten times the amount of wine. How about it?"

Seeing Chamberlain's confident face, the original firm confidence of the bartenders and gangsters was shaken. The bartender had a total of more than 50 meters at the door, and it was more than 100 meters in one trip. They didn't believe that anyone could run 100 meters in five seconds, and they would still run back and forth. Even the famous American field star Tyson Guy could not do it.

Seeing these people hesitant, Chamberlain blinked his eyes and said, "Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, let's take a look. This is my phone. I'll change it to a stopwatch function for you. You can check the watch, and I'll perform for you."

As he said that, Chamberlain took out a brand new BlackBerry LK60 phone from his pocket. He quietly took out the phone card inside, then changed it to a stopwatch, handed it to the bartender and waved his hand proudly, saying, "Get out of the way!"

The gangsters looked at each other hesitantly, and finally made a way out for Chamberlain. They were not afraid of this guy running away, but their phones were pressed here anyway.

BlackBerry LK60 is a smartphone launched by Canada's BlackBerry company in August this year. The new phone costs $500, and is aimed at customers. The white-collar workers in the city. Although the value of this phone cannot match Chamberlain's money for wine, the gangsters are not afraid of him running away because there are his information on the phone and the phone calls of his friends or colleagues. In Oriental dialect, it is impossible for monks to run away from the temple.

As soon as the gangsters moved out of the way, Chamberlain took off his clothes that were thrown at the bar and ran towards the bar door.

"The speed is really fast." A group of gangsters discussed with their heads and ears. They did not expect that Chamberlain could still run at such a speed at such a height of more than seven feet. They were simply a human-shaped monster.

Five seconds disappeared in an instant, and then Chamberlain ran to the door. After arriving at the door, he did not hesitate, and pushed open the door and ran out.

"Hey, why didn't he run back?" a gangster asked silly.

The bartender understood everything, and he shouted in anger: "What a f*ck, this bastard wants to escape, catch him back!"

Another gangster said calmly: "What are you in a hurry? Man, don't we have his cell phone? Find his address book and we call him to his house!"

The bartender rushed out of the stopwatch, and then looked at the blank signal bar and was stunned: there was no phone card in this phone!

Not only that, after the bartender entered the application system, he also found that the BlackBerry LK60 was not a genuine product at all, but a copycat that was sold everywhere in Chinatown in San Francisco! According to the bartender's eyes, the copycat BlackBerry LK60 is the most expensive than $20...

"Catch this bitch back for me. This bastard, he dares to play with my trust in him. I want to kill him and kill him..." The bartender's howling screams were in the bar for a long time.

The gangsters looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. When they realized that they were being fooled, they were furious and chased them out with their arms.

Chamberlain ran around with his head down, and he had never experienced this feeling: his strong heart provided him with a steady stream of power, like a twelve-cylinder engine; his legs were like electric rabbits full of charge, running fast.

Chamberlain couldn't even open his eyes when the autumn wind came towards him. For a moment, he even felt that he was not running, but riding on his broken Ford on the road!

Chamberlain's body was too huge. Although the night was dark, it still seemed extremely eye-catching under the street lights. After the gangsters rushed out of the bar, they found Chamberlain's back, so they shouted and chased after him.

Unfortunately, their screams didn't take long, and then the gangsters who had been hollowed out by wine began to grin and fell behind, watching the hateful huge body disappear deep in the alley.

"This bitch is raised, don't let me meet him in the future, otherwise I will chop off his legs!" The only gangster boss who chased him to the end vomited white foam and cursed.

Chamberlain ran for five or six kilometers until he was sure there was no one behind him, and then he stopped gasping.

Damn, do you really have the perverted body of Wilt Chamberlain? Chamberlain couldn't believe that although he was a Christian, he did not believe that there was really God and Jesus in the world, and naturally he did not believe in Satan. Lucifer and others would appear before him.

But this kind of thing happened. Facts are better than words. His body changed drastically, which is undeniable. Chamberlain couldn't figure out what was going on, and he fell into deep thoughts for a moment.

So when a loud voice suddenly appeared behind him, Chamberlain was almost scared: "Hey, boy, you run so fast, it seems to be good to bounce. Can you play basketball?"
Chapter completed!