The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 207 Fitness

Chapter 207: Chapter 207 Fitness

Sarah Grandy wasn’t here to work out; she was just here to hang out with James Brown. Watching him go through various fitness exercises, she always stayed by his side, handing him towels and bringing him water from time to time, her gaze filled with twinkling little stars whenever she looked at him.

Because James Brown’s workout intensity was simply too great. Compared to the others working out nearby, he was in a league of his own. Even the big guys looked weak next to him. She couldn’t understand how someone with James’s physique could possess such immense strength.

Sarah Grandy was unaware that James Brown, not wanting to make too much of a show here, was already exercising much restraint. Otherwise, based on his routine with the Hawk Squad, the people here would be even more likely to treat him like a monster.

Enjoying the attentiveness of Sarah Grandy, James Brown was indeed very pleased. If Sarah Grandy could always be this sweet, he thought, having a "concubine" wouldn’t be too bad.

But James laughed to himself at the thought, realizing how ridiculous it sounded in his head. This wasn’t the old society where polygamy was common. According to the law, one could only have one wife, and James had never considered things like keeping mistresses. Of course, with his capabilities, it wouldn’t be a problem to support one, or even several.

However, what James Brown really desired now was a normal life, a cozy little home, and one wife would be more than enough.

"Hey, Sarah Grandy, what are you doing here?" A girl’s voice came from behind. James did not turn around, continuing his exercise.

"Are you... Lily Johnson?" Sarah Grandy turned around to see who was calling her. After examining her closely, she recognized her, a girl about her age who was also pretty, but dressed quite flamboyantly, with hair dyed in red and yellow hues, and several neat tattoos on her arms, which nearly intimidated Sarah into not recognizing her.

This was Sarah’s middle school classmate. The two weren’t that close back then; both were pretty and competitive, always vying for the upper hand. While there were no significant conflicts, the small disputes were constant.

After over two years of not seeing each other and now meeting again, Sarah bore no hostility. After all, they were no longer in the same place, and seeing an old classmate brought her some joy.

Three boys followed Lily, all about her age, each with muscles bulging and appearing very strong. Their eyes were all on Sarah Grandy, and their stares made her a bit uncomfortable.

"Sarah Grandy, I come here often. How come I’ve never seen you here before?" asked Lily, puzzled.

Charlotte giggled, "I’m just accompanying Uncle here for some fun," pointing at James Brown.

"Your uncle?" Lily was taken aback, then burst into laughter, saying, "I say, Charlotte, you’ve got quite the taste, picking an uncle."

Charlotte lifted her head proudly, retorting, "Yes, that’s my taste. Don’t tell me you’ve got an uncle too?"

"You bet," Lily raised her head, declaring, "Nowadays, who goes for those little boys? No money, no style. If you’re choosing, you need to pick a tasteful uncle. Not only does he have money, but he also knows how to treat you right."

Charlotte nodded emphatically, "Exactly, uncles are great. Those young kids think they’re so amazing, only to amount to nothing, all relying on their parents."

The three young men’s expressions turned sour at this point. They had met Lily here, hoping to make a connection, but it turned out she preferred older men. Now they saw another beauty, and once again, an uncle had taken the spotlight. They felt indescribable frustration, wondering what was so great about these uncles that they could attract so many beautiful girls.

James Brown, overhearing the girls discussing the appeal of older men, found it both funny and baffling. What’s with these girls these days, he wondered, not interested in guys their own age, all into mature men instead. As for him, he wasn’t planning to chat up these kids, continuing to do his squats while hefting a 314-pound barbell on his shoulders.

Though he had no intention of engaging with these people, the three cocky young men took the initiative to approach him.

"This uncle seems impressive, eh? Lifting a 314-pound barbell," one of the boys commented mockingly as he approached James, but his confidence faltered at the sight of James’s robust frame. Despite this, he still confronted James with a challenging look, believing in his own strength.

James continued his workout without so much as glancing at the kid.

Acting tough, the kid called out, "Hey uncle, how about a little competition? Let’s see who can lift more weight?"

Before James could respond, Charlotte jumped in, exclaiming, "You think you can outlift my uncle with those little tricks of yours? That’s laughable."

Faced with Charlotte’s disdain, the boy became even more irritated. Losing face in front of girls wasn’t an option for such youngsters. He immediately raised the stakes, suggesting, "Don’t act so high and mighty just because you can lift 314 pounds. I dare you to bet with me, let’s say One Thousand Bucks. Whoever loses pays up."

Sarah Grandy was just as youthful, responding immediately, "Let’s bet then, who’s afraid of whom? Just afraid someone will chicken out after losing. It’s not like they can make their own money anyway, and losing means not even having pocket money left."

Lily Johnson giggled, then said, "Charlotte, you really have faith in your uncle, huh? But just a heads-up, he’s a weightlifter."

Sarah Grandy’s confidence wavered at once, knowing weightlifting was a specialized skill. While James Brown was really strong, lifting weights against someone who trained specifically for it was an entirely different story.

The young man then smugly challenged James, "How about I give you a ten-kilogram advantage?"

Sarah Grandy sneered, "The big deal is you being a weightlifter competing in weightlifting against my uncle. If you’re really capable, why don’t you try fighting my uncle in hand-to-hand combat? He’d easily take you down with just one arm."

Charlotte had no confidence in other areas, but when it came to fighting, she was full of it. The last time, James had taken on seven or eight thugs all by himself, and even Brother Bob, who thought he was tough stuff, behaved meekly in front of James. Handling a young whippersnapper would be effortless.

The young man was on the verge of impulsively taking on the challenge, but seeing the utter confidence Charlotte exuded, he dared not agree.

James had no interest in showing off his Martial Arts Skills to these kids, as that would be beneath him. Seeing their unwillingness to back down, he didn’t say anything, instead he walked over to a nearby barbell, slapped on several plates without checking the weight, and squatted down to hoist the barbell onto his shoulders. He did ten squats in a row, then stood up, pulled Charlotte along, and left.

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" exclaimed the young man.

Lily’s eyes lit up as she said, "You try doing ten squats in a row."

The young man tried and felt the strain immediately. After five, he was huffing and puffing, his face turning ugly with dismay. Only then did he realize how strong Uncle James Brown truly was. If there had been a real competition, he would have surely lost.

Charlotte didn’t understand why James was leaving but followed since he had decided to go. Still, she turned back to watch the young man struggle with the barbell and, seeing him falter, excitedly tugged at James’s arm, "Uncle, you are so awesome! He’s no match for you. Hey, we should go claim One Thousand Bucks from him."

James glared at her, "Why bother with these kids?"

Charlotte pouted, slightly irked at letting go of One Thousand Bucks. But then, considering James’s words, she proudly said, "Exactly, we’re above dealing with those kids." And she automatically excluded herself from the category of kids.

"Charlotte, wait up." At that moment, Lily caught up to them and, eyeing James, said playfully, "Charlotte, your uncle sure is cool. He must be quite the performer in bed, huh? Has he conquered you in that realm?"

Charlotte’s face turned beet red. She was willing to broach such topics with James, but hearing someone else say it made her uncomfortable. However, in front of Lily, she subconsciously didn’t want to appear weak and immediately lifted her head high and boasted, "That’s right, an hour is short."

James nearly stumbled over, thinking, what nonsense was Charlotte spouting? When had he ever been with her, and moreover, an hour for a man? Wouldn’t that strip away the pleasure, like shooting a short film? Her exaggeration knew no bounds.

Lily obviously knew enough about the topic and couldn’t help but burst out laughing, then asked with suppressed giggles, "An hour, huh? That’s quite long. So, how many times do you do it in a night then?"

"Do it seven times, how about that?" Charlotte seemed even more proud.

"Wow, a seven-time knight in a single night, impressive, impressive," Lily burst into laughter again, "Then you guys don’t need to sleep at night."

Realizing she might have exaggerated, but unwilling to admit it, Charlotte quickly retorted, "We don’t do it every day, just occasionally."

"That’s still pretty amazing. But... Charlotte, it’s not all about stamina when choosing an older guy—you should also look for someone with money. Look at the man I’m with, he’s worth tens of millions. He gives me thousands a month for pocket money and buys me anything I want. Unlike your uncle... he doesn’t seem to have bought you much, has he?"

Charlotte scoffed, "Just tens of millions, what’s so great about that? You know what kind of car my uncle drives, right?"

"What kind of car? It’s not a Porsche or a Ferrari, is it?" Lily laughed again, knowing from James’s looks—being only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old—that he couldn’t possibly have much substance. A truly well-off older man would only be coming into his prime at thirty-five or thirty-six.