The surprise Fatty Dragon brought to Wang Zhuo was certainly something that couldn't be publicized; in a way, it was just as Ganshuang described, "something best kept hidden."

This matter held immense significance for Wang Zhuo, so after feigning a stay in Los Angeles for another two days, he boarded the Xiangyun and flew directly to Miami, Florida.

Miami was undoubtedly one of the hottest cities in the continental US, which is why even its NBA team was named the Miami Heat, featuring a flaming basketball as its logo.

Wang Zhuo’s reason for flying here seemed perfectly valid. In the background files of the US Secret Service, the "King of Wealth" was most passionate about playing basketball, even more so than billiards, which he excelled at. A Chinese player who was about to shine on the NBA stage was currently training with the Miami Heat. He was another Chinese basketball player, after Yao Ming, who held the potential to claim the title of NBA draft number one, and furthermore, he was a super shooting guard whose physique was even better suited to Asian players. For a massive basketball enthusiast like Wang Zhuo, flying to Miami specifically to cheer on his compatriot was an entirely normal occurrence.

Thus, Wang Zhuo’s movements did not attract much attention or suspicion from the Americans. In fact, many people felt he should have left Hollywood sooner, regardless of where he went—it was better than him mingling in the crowds of starlets, showing off his 250mm weapon! After all, in the Secret Service files, Wang Zhuo's penchant for women ranked even above his love for basketball; compared to him, the late Gaddafi was a mere novice!

Miami boasts the world's sexiest beaches: clear blue skies, golden sands, handsome men and beautiful women, and coconut trees on a sunny day. Wang Zhuo first played the role of a huge fan, meeting warmly and friendly with that Chinese player, before making a stunning pivot to the tropical beaches of Miami for leisure and recreation.

Just two days later, the small trick that the relevant US departments had prepared for Wang Zhuo was almost in place, ready to commence any espionage activity, but it was Wang Zhuo himself who initiated espionage on American soil first.

The surprise Fatty Dragon brought Wang Zhuo was none other than King Maswiri IV, who was currently "vacationing" quietly at the AIDS virus carrier treatment center in Stuart.

"It's incredible, how did Fatty Dragon manage to hook up with this guy?!" Qu Jingyou, who rushed over from Washington upon hearing the news, found it utterly unbelievable.

Wang Zhuo chuckled and said, "It was just a coincidence. Let Cotton Candy tell you the details; I'm going to change clothes, that guy is arriving soon." With that, he went off alone to change, leaving Bailu and Qu Jingyou in the room.

"Uh..." Bailu blushed slightly and asked Qu Jingyou, "Yōuyou jie, you know about Sun Donghao, right?"

Qu Jingyou shrugged, "I know the general idea. He was retaliated against, someone injected him with blood carrying the AIDS virus, and he became a carrier. What rotten luck."

Bailu nodded and continued, "Jin Chengyou found a few American women who carry the same strain of the virus as Sun Donghao, so they can engage in that kind of intimate activity normally without cross-infection..."

"What?!" Qu Jingyou was both shocked and amused. "What on earth is all this messy stuff? These men... even with AIDS, they won't settle down. To actually devise such a bizarre method to continue indulging themselves! Given Fatty Dragon's line of work, he absolutely has the connections to find top-tier foreign women for Donghao to 'interact' with. An HIV carrier enjoying such good fortune—that guy got off too easy!"

"That's how it is," Bailu said with a sheepish smile. "Jin Chengyou has been doing very well in the American adult entertainment industry these past two years; he’s truly become a big shot. He can handle something like this easily. Actually, this kind of compromise that Sun Donghao adopted is common among many wealthy men; it’s not their invention. You know, King Maswiri IV happened to be a virus carrier too, and what’s more coincidental is that he shares the same viral strain as Sun Donghao. So when someone was scouting women for the King within that circle, the news reached Jin Chengyou."

Bailu was inherently a shy girl, a trait Wang Zhuo greatly appreciated, and under his subtle encouragement, she maintained this demeanor. After finishing her explanation to Qu Jingyou, her cheeks were flushed crimson.

After hearing her account, Qu Jingyou snorted, caught between laughter and tears, "This king is truly no good. Even in exile, he still has the mind to chase women."

Bailu smiled and nodded, adding, "After getting the news, Jin Chengyou managed to arrange a meeting with King Maswiri IV. He discovered that the King had essentially become an American puppet. After the coup, he stayed in the US, indulging in a life of debauchery and pleasure, and had become completely lost in it."

"You know quite a few idioms, and you use them aptly," Qu Jingyou chuckled, looking at the nursing student before her with newfound respect. She had always regarded Bailu as just an ornamental vase, a canary Wang Zhuo kept. Now, it seemed, she shouldn't be underestimated. The girl wasn't unintelligent; she was simply low-key, never showing off her abilities.

"Now I understand. Never mind that Maswiri holds the title of King, he’s actually a broke man. His father was criticized by the entire nation just for buying a car back then; I bet his financial situation isn't much better. He probably isn't having a great time in the US either, so Fatty Dragon thought there was an angle to exploit here."

"That must be it. Jin Chengyou said that King Maswiri IV’s financial capacity is only slightly better than a middle-class American family. A single hair plucked from Wang Zhuo would be thicker than this last emperor’s waistline. He could crush him just by throwing money around."

"Ha! Don't flatter them too much. How could ivory come out of Fatty Dragon's dog mouth? What he meant couldn't have been a hair; it must have been some other kind of hair—thicker, longer, and curvier, right?"

With Bailu's naiveté, she couldn't possibly keep up with a 'powerful' woman like Yōuyou jie. Before long, Yōuyou jie dragged Little Bai off to a separate 'secret room' to discuss topics only women could share.

Putting aside the two women's willing slander against Wang Zhuo's philandering and 'peculiar habits'—which they complained about while secretly enjoying themselves—Wang Zhuo was already dressed and had waited a while longer before finally meeting the King he was so keen to see.

King Maswiri IV had a build and features very typical of a Southern African man, bearing a strong resemblance to his father. Reportedly, this resemblance was a significant factor in him being named King, as his father had earned the moniker "The Cuckold King." Due to having numerous queens, the King could not guarantee long-term, stable affection for all of them, meaning infidelity was not uncommon, and the birth of sons from extramarital affairs was known to have happened.

Maswiri IV was about half a head taller than Wang Zhuo. Since this meeting was clandestine, he only brought one close bodyguard. Although he deeply resented Wang Zhuo for funding the rebels who tied up the US military, having received an overseas education during his youth, he understood a fundamental principle: politics cannot be driven by personal preference; serving interests is what a qualified politician must do.

As for security during this meeting, he had steeled his resolve. There is an old Chinese saying: 'One cannot enter the tiger's den to catch the cubs.' Moreover, he genuinely did not believe Wang Zhuo would dare do anything to him on American soil. Armed with this confidence, he naturally didn't mind showing off his courage and composure.

Despite knowing the King’s true thoughts, Wang Zhuo still admired Maswiri IV’s boldness. Understanding a principle is one thing; daring to put oneself in harm's way is another. Analyzing this, Wang Zhuo felt that King Maswiri IV’s personality contained a certain gambling streak.

The location of their meeting was Wang Zhuo’s secret villa near a famous scenic spot in Miami. Meanwhile, King Maswiri IV had used a deception tactic to secretly evade surveillance; his stand-in was Sun Donghao. And the Latin beauty provided to the last king by a matchmaker playing the role of "Little Xu at the Night Banquet" was, naturally, enjoyed by Laozi [Wang Zhuo] without restraint...

To own a luxurious villa in Miami's wealthy district was something many dreamed of and strived for their entire lives. The deposed king looked at Wang Zhuo's display of wealth and then thought of his own "paltry" circumstances. He recalled that back in his country, even though he held immense regional power, obtaining a helicopter required the obstruction of his ministers and even sparked public outcry. Moreover, he, a dignified King, was pushed out of his own country by the mere amount of US dollars this young man casually tossed out. Little Ma deeply understood how important wealth was; in the face of absolute riches, his small amount of authority was nothing.

Unlike his father and grandfather, while Malawian IV was also keen on selecting consorts and married several queens, he knew deep down that this was merely for solace. On one hand, he married the daughters of ministers for political alliances to consolidate his royal position; on the other hand, it was simply because he couldn't marry a Caucasian wife. Despite being the monarch of a nation, no one was willing to marry him.

'Little Ma Ge,' with his history of studying abroad, was inherently quite insecure. He loved luxurious things but couldn't afford to pay for them. Although he held shares in several Coca-Cola joint ventures back home, any hint of extravagance led to scoldings from his ministers, condemnation from the media, and protests from the unruly populace. He longed for blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned Caucasian women but could only afford brief liaisons at extortionate prices. He could never escape the hidden contempt and deep-seated arrogance in their eyes.

Damn it, sometimes when King Maswiri IV couldn't sleep, he thought he was a failure as a man—just a 'sucker' in the eyes of white women!

From this perspective, King Maswiri IV’s feelings toward Wang Zhuo were a potent mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred. He could only throw money around to enjoy common, mid-tier delights, yet Wang Zhuo, with a mere gesture, could toy with an international top-tier celebrity like Erin Thorpe. They were both people of color, but the disparity in their lives was immense! He even envied Fatty Dragon; despite the King’s own power, looks, and wealth, he was utterly incomparable to Wang Zhuo. But even so, wasn't that ugly fat pig from China better than him? Yet, that very fat pig managed to woo every major, beautiful, influential, and high-status adult film star in America. Damn it, just a few days ago, the P**rnHub website was already running pre-order notices for his greatest hits compilation!