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Chapter 22: Mysterious Perception

Everyone sitting on the edge was tensely watching the interaction between Bruce and Wu Zi, which was both awkward and intriguing. From the moment Bruce spoke to her from behind, Wu Zi had been on high alert. With her heightened senses, far superior to ordinary people, she didn't immediately detect his approach, which was unusual for her.

Upon recognizing the young man as the famous Chinese-American scientist Bruce Lee, who was often in the media with actress Gal Gadow, Wu Zi was momentarily cautious. She didn't react aggressively but observed Bruce calmly and remarked, "Misjudging one's own strength is a characteristic of the weak."

"People often trust their eyes too much and forget that what they see isn't always reality," Bruce responded, leaning back in his chair with an air of ease, seemingly unaffected by Wu Zi's cold gaze.

Crossing his left leg over his right in a gesture not of frivolity but of casual elegance, Bruce noticed Wu Zi's almost perfect body proportions. Her limbs seemed delicate but deceptively strong, hinting at hidden explosive power. Was this merely the result of regular exercise?

"Do you judge by sight? By the time you see the truth, it might be too late to regret," Wu Zi said, turning her head to gaze at the sunset over the beach, revealing her beautiful profile.

Bruce stopped wasting words and sat down: "How do you define strength and weakness?"

Wu Zi finally looked at Bruce, her gaze high and cold, allowing him to see her face clearly for the first time. While she might not be the most beautiful woman he had encountered, her cold, indescribable aura was so striking that her appearance became secondary, her face seeming to fluctuate between clarity and obscurity.

What impressed Bruce most were her eyes, which exuded a distant, indifferent will, as if she could see through everything.

The group, including Wu Yi, watched from a distance, astonished to see Bruce sitting with Wu Zi.

"Wu Zi won't suddenly attack, right? If she does, Mr. Lee might be in trouble," Yan Xiuqun said nervously, remembering his own embarrassing experience with her.

"Mr. Lee trusted me to leave his bodyguards outside. If Wu Zi is rude, I'll have to intervene," said Cai Chengping, his face serious. Although he respected Wu Zi, he wasn't afraid to confront her if necessary.

All living creatures have a unique sense of defense and territoriality, stemming from physiological immunity, neurological responses, psychological alerts, and evolutionary instincts. The stronger the creature, the more likely it is to defend its territory aggressively. These territorial instincts are deeply ingrained and, although they don't have a defined boundary, they are undeniably present in humans as well.

Humans, being advanced intelligent species, still retain subconscious defensive instincts. Anthropologists categorize human interaction distances into four levels: public distance (3.7 to 7.6 meters), social distance (1.2 to 3.7 meters), personal distance (46 cm to 1.22 meters), and intimate distance (15 to 44 cm).

These distances correspond to the subconscious division of people allowed into one's personal space. Especially the last category, intimate distance, allows one to clearly sense another's biological information – temperature, breath, scent, and emotions. Usually, only those who have breached the final line of defense in a close relationship can get this close without causing significant discomfort, restlessness, or even aggressive impulses.

Bruce's action of sitting close to Wu Zi was a deliberate intrusion into her personal space, a move designed to provoke and test her reaction, especially given her heightened sensitivity. His move clearly achieved its intended effect, thoroughly infuriating Wu Zi.

Suddenly, Wu Zi turned her head sharply, sitting up straight for the first time. Even this slight adjustment in her posture seemed to change her entire aura, transforming from flowing water to icy, piercing cold. Her eyes, sharp as blades, locked onto Bruce.

For the first time, Bruce felt a strong sense of discomfort, as if he were being scrutinized by a mysterious gaze probing into the depths of his soul. This was an indescribable sensation, elusive and difficult to grasp. He understood this wasn't an illusion but due to his power not being fully restored, he couldn't pinpoint its source.

There was no doubt this change was related to Wu Zi. Facing this intangible assault, Bruce's long-dormant spirit intensely focused, his entire being resembling a majestic, tranquil mountain – vast, solid, unshakable.

Chapter 22: Mysterious Perception

Wu Zi, who had always maintained a calm facade, finally showed a change of expression. In her extremely sensitive perception, Bruce appeared like a black hole that devoured everything, making her unable to sense any existence, even distorting the surrounding light. This bizarre phenomenon was something she had never encountered in this world before. It gave her a terrible feeling, as if persisting in her probing might completely obliterate her consciousness, startling her back to her senses.

The invisible clash between the two was unknown to the onlookers, known only to Bruce and Wu Zi themselves. Even though Wu Zi's change of expression lasted only a moment, Bruce caught it. This strange method was different from most psychic attacks he had encountered before. The only certainty was that neither had gained an advantage, indicating her extraordinary abilities.

Wu Zi gazed deeply at Bruce, "What does it matter to you whether I leave or not?" To her, whether Wu Yi mingled with these people wasn't important. Her sole reason for being there was to maintain her prestige among the group, which could be useful at times.

"Miss Wu Zi, since you're not participating, you're affecting the entire party's atmosphere, which naturally concerns me," Bruce said earnestly. After a moment's thought, he added, "How about you leave first, and I'll owe you a favor?"

Wu Zi's expression remained unchanged, asking indifferently, "Do you think your favor is valuable?"

"Trust me, it's worth more than you imagine," Bruce replied, his usual smile fading as he looked seriously at Wu Zi.

"Let's hope so."

Wu Zi stood up gracefully, smoothing out the slight wrinkles in her suit, then walked towards Wu Yi and Cai Chengping. It was then that Bruce noticed her impressive height, easily over 1.85 meters. Her long black hair was casually tied, hanging down, and she wore a well-fitted white knee-length suit dress that accentuated her figure, though her demeanor lacked some liveliness.

Wu Zi spoke briefly to Wu Yi, glancing unintentionally at Bruce, then quickly disappeared through the courtyard into the villa.

Bruce watched her departing figure thoughtfully, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table. It was clear that Miss Wu Zi was no longer human. Despite not being at the peak of her strength, her caliber was not to be underestimated. Bruce hadn't expected his first formidable opponent in this world to be a mysterious woman.

Meanwhile, Wu Zi, leaving the villa with a cold expression and strange silver glimmers in her pupils, pondered, "Mysterious perception absorbed, and he doesn't seem to have been reborn for long. Who could he be?"

Chapter 23: A Frenzied Feast

"Mr. Lee! Mr. Lee! What did you say to my sister? She actually agreed to leave early and told me to have fun!" Wu Yi grinned foolishly, as if he was in a dream, showing how oppressed he usually felt under his sister's dominance.

"I declare, from now on, you're my idol, Mr. Lee," Cai Chengping said in admiration, though his expression hinted at some mischief. "If you could win over Wu Zi, that would really be something. She's the proudest among us, and yet no one has been able to subdue her."

"Aren't you supposed to be having a party? It looks pretty tame to me," Bruce casually commented, not wanting to dwell on the topic of Wu Zi and glancing around.

"Heh, we were just being cautious in case someone flipped the table," Cai Chengping chuckled, letting out a howl and leaping onto a chair. He tilted his glass, pouring alcohol down the neck of a glamorous female model, exciting everyone watching.

He howled wildly, eventually shouting, "Let's rock and roll!" before jumping off the chair and embracing the voluptuous model. His boldness escalated to removing her bra, to which the model responded with enthusiasm and openness.

Cai Chengping's actions were like a starter's pistol for the party. The entire villa, inside and out, suddenly erupted into a frenzied atmosphere. Even the normally reserved Yan Xiuqun and others let loose, drinking heavily and getting intimate with the women nearby.

As more energetic music started playing, everyone shed their tops, men and women alike, including the Asian girls, unashamedly showing off their figures, clearly used to such extravagance.

Bruce smiled silently, leaning relaxedly against the glass railing, watching the young people descend into a hysterical state.

Cai Chengping, having had his fill of affection, turned to Bruce and laughed: "Mr. Lee, what's up? Not quite used to our way of partying? Seems like you're a bit reserved."

It was no exaggeration that all the women in the villa were stunningly attractive and shapely. Watching the sensual women dance, Bruce momentarily lost himself in memories of witches dancing seductively in his palace, their decadent aura still lingering in his senses.

"Mr. Lee, not enjoying yourself? How about I arrange a more private spot for you?" Cai Chengping, seeing Bruce's silence and hugging a busty model, interrupted his reverie with a chuckle.

"You guys are still far behind," Bruce laughed heartily, glancing at a few sultry models winking at him. Recognizing him, they approached eagerly, showering him with kisses.

"Haha, guys, we have to thank today's hero!" Cai Chengping raised his glass, champagne spilling everywhere, shouting loudly. "I propose a toast to Mr. Lee!"

The crowd roared in response.

Bruce smiled, downing his drink and tossing the glass onto the beach. He then casually removed his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique, his muscles finely defined yet not overly bulky. To the true connoisseur, his muscles radiated tremendous strength.

The people around were in awe of Bruce's natural and attractive physique. The more daring women began to touch him, mesmerized by his muscular build.

"Damn, Mr. Lee's physique looks amazing," Cai Chengping muttered enviously. He prided himself on being athletic, but next to Bruce, he felt somewhat rigid and bulky.

"Ladies, here's a treat for you! Let's see who can really entertain our Mr. Lee!" Cai Chengping laughed with a mix of jealousy and malice, not realizing that fulfilling such a wish might be impossible.

The young elites knew how to party, extending the fun from the house and balcony to the private yacht, jet skis, giant inflatable water beds, two-person submersibles shaped like tiger sharks, and powerful water jetpacks.

Yan Xiuqun even managed to bring in a flying hydrofoil and over ten air surfing devices, adding to the chaos and excitement. Fueled by alcohol and marijuana, the party reached a fever pitch, and Bruce fully indulged in the wild and decadent festivities.

The revelry lasted almost all night, with scattered bottles and haphazard limbs everywhere. When Bruce finally made it to the large bedroom on the second floor arranged for him in the early hours of the morning, he was surrounded by at least six or seven women, their senses dulled by alcohol and marijuana. His taste was naturally impeccable; any one of these women could turn heads with their stunning beauty.

Last night, releasing a long-suppressed wildness in a frenzy, Bruce had spent hours in a fierce battle of passions, leaving these women utterly overwhelmed and eventually falling into a deep, blissful sleep.

Yet, after fully unleashing his passions, Bruce felt more invigorated, his mind clearer than ever. The only downside was the minimal effect alcohol and marijuana had on him, even when he completely let go of his physical control.

As dawn began to break, Bruce sat naked on a sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, savoring a thick cigar and undiluted whisky, stimulating his taste buds. His mind, however, flickered back to Wu Zi's gaze, laden with a special meaning.

"Hey, Mr. Lee, you look really fresh," a soft body wrapped around Bruce from behind, gently caressing and kissing his neck.

"You seem pretty lively too," Bruce replied, turning to glance at the bed behind him. It was a messy scene with several women lying in disarray. He smiled softly, caressing her long hair.

"A woman's recovery ability is very strong, not to mention that I have practiced ballet for ten years since I was a child." The long-haired woman reached out to his lower body with a hint of charm, feeling the rapidly expanding dick, and couldn't help but be a little stunned. "But I didn't expect men to have such a terrifying physique."

She lowered her head without hesitation, opened her rosebud mouth and placed it over his cockhead, and she's mouth was graced with cock, taking the whole thing to the back of her throat.

Enjoying the tender service, a contented expression appeared on Bruce's face, but his mind quickly recalled everything about this woman: Olivia Chan, of Cantonese heritage, from a family that had settled in the United States three generations ago. Her family's business mainly focused on a chain of supermarkets, hotels, and the entertainment industry, owning nearly ten nightclubs just in Los Angeles.