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George Foreman thought it was some other request, but it turned out to be this one, he nodded, "OK, I'll make the arrangements."
"Thank you very much, and I believe that bastard's face is definitely in worse shape than your hand," Victor said with a smile.
"Protecting your safety is our duty."
The dinner was arranged at New York City Hall, roughly a 20-minute drive from the hotel.
On his way there, Victor saw various protest signs.
Anyway, bring it on, as nasty as you can get.
At about 6:45 PM, the convoy arrived at its destination.
Outside, the red carpet was already laid out, flanked by reporters, damn, one could believe it was the Cannes Film Festival.
Victor was now the darling of web traffic. On BBS, the boards were filled with his topics. Click on any, and it's his photos with people squabbling over them.
Some even cursed and agreed to fights in private messages.
Back then, BBS was, um... quite spectacular.
