The Outlaw Bar was situated in a desolate stretch of land, surrounded by nothing but open wilderness save for the wide highway running before its entrance.

Yet today, it was more bustling than ever. The spacious parking lot in front of the bar was already packed with every imaginable luxury vehicle. Due to a shortage of space, the lot behind the bar had also filled to capacity. Those who arrived late simply parked across the highway, or even out in the nearby wilderness.

The one-hundred-thousand-dollar price tag for the Big Man Enhancer was certainly steep, but it was commensurate with those who could afford such a remedy—they were either people desperate enough to sell their homes and land for enhancement, or simply affluent magnates. Their fierce devotion to this product was, therefore, undeniable.

Among the three hundred invited guests today, fifty had received enhancements through non-purchase channels. This group included several “Human Mice” who had participated in clinical trials, a few male adult film actors from Japan, a few female adult film actresses from Japan, the male leads from the God Loves Me series, and some congenital defect patients Wang Zhuo had sourced from the hospital to create promotional footage.

Excluding these fifty individuals, the remaining two hundred and fifty were all paying consumers who had shelled out their own money. They hailed from various countries around the world. Americans, holding the home-field advantage, numbered one hundred and fifty, while the remaining one hundred came from other nations.

These two hundred and fifty people were exceptionally wealthy. Consider that they were footing the entire bill to attend this global gathering. Fatty Dragon only covered their food and beverage expenses at the Outlaw Bar; all other costs were entirely their responsibility. Despite this, the sheer number of sign-ups was astonishing, clearly demonstrating the fervor of their dedication.

The Outlaw Bar was an entertainment-focused luxury establishment. Its proprietress, Ms. Camilla, had hired over thirty handsome young men from across the globe through the internet—every one of them stylish, capable, and strikingly attractive. These young men commanded a rate of three hundred dollars per hour, with all tips going directly to them. In addition to these thirty-plus men, there were the Luozhou-class “waiters,” who received a fixed income on top of their hourly rate, though their hourly wage was only one hundred dollars.

Normally, the largest sign above the bar’s entrance proclaimed in bold, conspicuous lettering: "No Men Allowed," as it exclusively catered to ladies. Male escorts or friends of female patrons had to frequent smaller taverns nearby, repurposed from abandoned buses, which offered cheaper drinks and uninspiring music, but zero service.

Today, however, was entirely different. The bar was completely open to men. Every guest present today was a “member” of the Big Man Club, hailing from different parts of the world but sharing one common topic—a decidedly masculine one.

Proprietress Ms. Camilla sat in her spacious office on the fourth floor, squinting through her slightly nearsighted eyes as she gazed out at the distant end of the highway.

Her well-preserved fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard of her computer, the space bar making soft pat-pat sounds. The screen flickered with images—the infamous Wang scandal photos that had suddenly rocked the world at this time last year. Watching the arousing and exciting visuals, she gradually felt a heat begin to burn within her body.

Wang Zhuo’s arrival was equally a major event for the Americans. The Mayor of Las Vegas personally arranged an escort motorcade, led by the Chief of Police, which carefully flanked Wang Zhuo’s Mercedes Pullman sedan in the center.

A motorcade featuring motorcycles leading the way and police lights flashing in unison while sweeping through intersections was relatively rare in Vegas. However, Wang Zhuo had visited numerous countries over the past few months and had experienced all kinds of treatment. Even though the US was the world’s strongest nation—supposedly not a country granting excessive privileges—he felt no sense of being overwhelmed by the reception; rather, he accepted such treatment with easy grace.

“These Chinese are truly afraid of death. I bet that Mercedes of his weighs four tons,” muttered one heavily armed security police officer in the trailing police cruiser of the escort convoy.

His female colleague pursed her lips coolly and replied, “This is nothing. Last time the Arabs came, their car was twice as long, and they brought three of them at once, all with deeply tinted black glass so you couldn't see how to attack.”

The driver pointed toward the sky ahead, shrugged, and said, “Even the National Guard helicopters were mobilized. This is the first time I’ve seen a Chinese national treated like this in this city.”

The woman chuckled, “I bet he’s going to invest in building a casino here. Otherwise, Mayor Fett wouldn’t be this generous.”

Her colleague grumbled under his breath, “Damn it, I just want to ask this guy to his face why his product can’t be purchased via an installment plan.”

The other three occupants of the car immediately either turned away or checked the rearview mirror, casting looks of sympathy toward him. The Big Man Enhancer, priced at $100,000, was in such high demand that offering an installment plan was obviously impossible. For police officers earning a monthly salary like themselves, saving up $100,000 or more—the black market price for a single enhancement—was indeed quite a challenge...

While his escorts complained and criticized, Wang Zhuo remained unperturbed, admiring the unique scenery of Nevada through the car window.

Sharing the car with him was Mayor Fett, who appeared to be in his late seventies. In reality, he was only fifty-six. Yes, he belonged to the Caucasian lineage most prone to premature aging, but this aging was superficial; his bodily functions remained excellent—especially after undergoing secret enhancement.

Indeed, Mayor Fett was a secret user of the Big Man Enhancer. However, when he underwent the procedure, he did not yet know Wang Zhuo, having purchased it on the black market for a hefty eleven thousand dollars, which both delighted and pained his wife.

Anyone who saw Wang Zhuo for the first time would be astonished and skeptical about his age. Achieving such success in his early twenties made the achievements of Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg in their youth seem insignificant by comparison.

What Mayor Fett admired most about Wang Zhuo was not his wealth, but the fact that Wang Zhuo could simultaneously challenge the militaries of Africa and America while conspicuously conducting commercial activities in Nevada. Moreover, the very project he was promoting was currently under judicial review; if the arbitration result went against him, Wang Zhuo would immediately face crippling fines.

How much tax Wang Zhuo had evaded on the “Big Man Enhancer” was a question no one in the world could likely answer. Yet, the legal tightrope he walked left various nations helpless. After all, operating on the high seas was not a legal vacuum, but Wang Zhuo's legality was based on the laws of an inland country—a country that didn’t even possess a single ocean-going vessel. Wasn’t that an international joke?

But Fett mentioned none of these things. Wang Zhuo had agreed to invest in building a hotel and a casino in his city—that was Fett's political achievement. Having secured his objective, Fett cared little about the well-digging situation in Africa. As for tax evasion, that was the tax officials’ problem; it had nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, to ensure Wang Zhuo’s verbal commitments could be converted into checks and actions, Fett detailed some information he knew to Wang Zhuo. This seemed overly familiar given their acquaintance, but Fett possessed excellent rhetorical skills. Even if the conversation were recorded and the recording leaked, it wouldn't jeopardize his mayoral position; at most, he’d be cursed as a spy or a traitor by unrelated officials.

One cannot be a politician without a thick skin; Fett didn't care if others cursed him.

Accompanying them in the car, besides Fett and his secretary/translator, were Wang Zhuo and Lu Weimin. The driver was one of Lu Weimin’s female bodyguards. If his cousin was also rising in prominence, becoming one of the key leaders in the Big Man project, having a few bodyguards nearby was essential.

Seeing the Outlaw Bar looming in the distance, Wang Zhuo smiled at Fett in fluent British English, “Mr. Mayor, thank you very much for this warm reception. I have prepared a small gift for you. Would it be more convenient to deliver it to your residence, or should you arrange for someone to pick it up at the airport?”

Fett hadn't interacted much with Chinese businessmen and paused slightly upon hearing this, wondering if Wang Zhuo’s “small gift” was a humble expression or genuinely just some local specialties. Accepting gifts from entrepreneurs was a delicate matter; if the scale wasn't managed correctly, political rivals could seize upon it.

Seeing his hesitation, Wang Zhuo smiled and clarified, “It’s just some health supplements, nothing of great monetary value. And they aren’t available on the market. Consider it a token of my appreciation.” Oh, I see! Fett immediately understood. If the King of Wealth, Wang Zhuo, said something wasn't worth much, it certainly wasn't truly worthless; it was just modesty! The second half of the sentence was the most important part: they aren't available on the market. If he accepted them, no one could criticize him later by comparing the value, as there would be no market reference point—it couldn't be construed as a bribe!

Look at that! Truly the King of Wealth, truly from the civilized nation of Huaxia, even his gift-giving was so subtle and skillful! Fett beamed, nodding repeatedly, “Then I shall accept without formality. I will arrange someone to collect them from the airport later. What do you think?”

After dropping Wang Zhuo off, Fett left him with a police detail to handle any emergencies, including the National Guard helicopter, which was parked in the wilderness directly across the road from the bar.

Because this area fell outside of Fett’s administrative jurisdiction, he politely declined Wang Zhuo’s invitation to stay, leaving the protective detail for Wang Zhuo and returning home modestly.

Meanwhile, Proprietress Ms. Camilla, consumed by desire, was already entwined with the two young men she kept. The figure she fantasized about was, naturally, the King of Wealth, but clearly, such a thing could only remain a fantasy for her—it would never come to pass.

The bodyguard detail Wang Zhuo brought along was also impressive. Perhaps some people had seen footage online of the elite professionalism displayed by heads of state’s personal bodyguards. His current team was comparable to that level. However, people often joked that he should hire a female bodyguard team, like Gaddafi’s, for a more stylish, impactful, and unique image. Wang Zhuo heartily agreed, but putting it into practice proved difficult; although great rewards drew brave women, those with outstanding combat capabilities were exceedingly rare.