Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 076 Gal Gadot

Work it, make it, do it

Go for it, let it work

Makes us longer, better, faster, stronger

Makes us last longer, better, faster, stronger

N-n-now that don't kill

What doesn't kill only makes stronger

Nightti at the Pink Lover Bar, the lights flickered on and off, the music was loud, and hundreds of n and won swayed their bodies to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor, emitting shrieks.

Alcohol, perfu, mixed with the sll of marijuana, made the bar-goers even crazier and more debauched.

Link sat quietly in the corner booth, gazing at the bustling dance floor, with only a glass of water on the table.

Maybe it was because he was often in the boxing ring, watched by thousands, that when he stepped down, he always liked to sit quietly in a corner of busy places, quietly watching others buzz and throng.

At such tis, he could feel the calm in his heart and the relaxation and comfort that this calmness brought him.

"Hey, Link, snap out of it!"

Danny from the hot dog stand ca over, shouting loudly at him, "You can't be like this, you're the host today, and you're sitting here drinking mineral water?! Oh, hell, are you a Puritan or what?"

"No, I'm an athlete, Danny,"

Link reminded.

"But you're also a man, there are so many hot chicks here, and yet you're sitting alone? Jas was right, you've changed so much after the injury, not just starting to work out, boxing, but also quitting marijuana and alcohol, did you et an angel in heaven and get purified?"

"Maybe."

Link said with a smile, holding his glass of water.

"Hey, Danny, stop bothering him."

Chubby Jas, also with a plump girl, squeezed through the crowd, wearing a loose printed T-shirt that looked like a dust cover thrown over a sculpture, with a gold-lettered baseball cap on his head, and exclaid, "He's training for the Olympics, he can't even drink juice carelessly, let alone chasing girls; he has Taylor, Emma Watson, all stars, do you think he'd be interested in ordinary girls?"

"Alright, I get it, Link, you're too cool."

Danny punched the air towards him and moved into the dance floor with the girl, twisting like a water plant.

Jas hesitated for a second and then said, "Link, this is Brenda, she's a fan of your boxing, could you give her an autograph?"

"No problem! Nice to et you, Brenda!"

Link took an autograph pen and wrote a signature for the nervous girl, with a bonus blessing.

The girl happily took the autograph and left with Jas. As they left, Jas turned back and squinted at him triumphantly, like a fat raccoon who had stolen a lon.

Link smiled slightly. After becoming famous, Danny and Michael often picked up girls using his na, and now even Jas had learned to do it; he had to admit that being famous felt pretty good.

Ding-dong!

His phone received a ssage, it was a text from his nominal mother, Catherine.

"Just saw the news about your signing, you did great, keep it up."

"Thanks, I will,"

Link replied, but soon received several more text ssage blasts from his cousin Selena Goz, saying he had signed and needed to treat her to seafood, asking him when he would co to New York, whether he had a girlfriend, ntioning she knew a lot of beautiful girls and could introduce so to him.

She also warned him not to ss with bad girls, saying those girls only cared about his money and fa, not truly liking him.

Link read the ssages, the first few sounded like Selena's tone, the rest probably Catherine's words.

He picked and chose a few to reply, letting her know he understood and inviting her to co to Miami when she had ti.

"Verano, I'm at the bar, yeah, it's noisy here, our crew is having a party, I understand, I won't get drunk."

While texting, a tall girl walked by, talking on the phone, wearing blue denim shorts, silver low-heeled sandals, nearly one ter eighty in height, curvaceous, a very hot girl.

The girl finished her call, sat down beside , took her shoes off, and started rubbing her ankle and calf. Suddenly, she noticed Link sitting there and quickly sat up, saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't notice you."

"It's okay, I ca here to make a call too,"

Link said, shaking his phone.

The girl nodded, hesitated for a mont, but continued to sit on the couch. She put her shoes back on and glanced at him, "Sir, you look familiar."

Link also thought she looked familiar. In her early twenties, with chestnut long hair, tanned skin, and a rather strong facial contour with features typical of Middle Eastern won, she resembled the future Wonder Woman, Gal Gadot.

He rembered reading in the newspapers that "Fast & Furious 4" was currently shooting in Hollywood, Miami, and that the newly debuted Israeli actress Gal Gadot's na was on the cast list for the movie, so there was a good chance she was indeed Gal Gadot.

"Fast & Furious 4" must be one of her early works.

"My na is Link Baker, I wonder if you've heard of ?"

Link introduced himself.

"Wow, I rember now,"

The girl exclaid, covering her mouth, "Link Baker, the boxing champion, the future world king of boxing, a multimillionaire, the epito of the Arican dream, right? You've been all over the papers recently."

"Yes, but things like world champion or the epito of the Arican dream are just exaggerated phrases, you know, the dia needs a hook,"

Link said with a shrug and a smile.

After the qualification matches ended, the Florida and Miami local newspapers had heaped lavish praise on him, bestowing many grand titles upon him.

Besides, after signing on, the Dynasty Promotion Company also started promoting him, and these days his na was frequently seen in the papers, his popularity skyrocketing, to the point where even holess people picking up trash on Miami Beach knew who Link Baker was.

"Mr. Baker, when I read the newspapers, I also thought it was a bit over the top, but seeing you in person, I think they might be right, you do look like soone formidable,"

Gal Gadot said, batting her eyes with her brown hair falling over her shoulders, sizing him up with a smile.

"Why do you say that?" Link asked with a smile.

Gal Gadot's gaze traveled around his chiseled face, pointed to the glass of water on the table, and laughed, "You can tell you're a very disciplined person. You speak in a calm and humble tone, you're polite and mild-mannered, and you look even more handso and stable in person than in your photos. I think you must be quite impressive."

Link laughed, feeling that there was a reason this foreign woman was about to make a na for herself in Hollywood, at least she was very articulate and had a good eye for people.

"Thank you, you're also very striking. Are you a model?"

"No, well, I've done so model work for advertisents, but I'm mainly an actress now. My na is Gal Gadot, you can call Gal,"

Gal Gadot introduced herself.

Link shook her hand and then summoned the waiter to get Gal Gadot a Pink Lover cocktail, which was the signature of Pink Lover Bar.

"Link, did you co here alone?"

"No, I'm throwing a party here today, and over half the people on the dance floor are my guests,"

Link said, looking towards the crowded dance floor.

Surprised by his words, Gal Gadot found it odd that the host of the party was sitting by himself at the party.

Link didn't explain further and began asking about her crew. Gal Gadot eagerly talked about it, her phone ringing twice in between. She glanced at it and hung up, continuing to tell him about the "Fast & Furious" crew.

I need you to hurry up now

Cause i can't wait much longer

I know I got to be right now

The noisy music surged from every direction again, and the sll of marijuana, strong alcohol, and hormones beca denser. Link checked his watch—it was 7:20 P.M., almost ti for a break. He reached out his hand invitingly, "Miss Gal, would you like to dance?"

"Sure!"

Gal Gadot smiled slightly and took his arm, standing up from the couch.