Wang Chao certainly has no intention of giving in.
First of all, what happened today was definitely unexpected.
He has been a table tennis player for two generations. Although he has rich life experience, he rarely encounters this kind of thing, and this kind of accident cannot be avoided by life experience.
The chance encounter with Yoshikawa Hiroshi was a pure coincidence.
But even so, he still planned to resist.
This kind of resistance is certainly not about dragging all the Spade Q team members into a vigorous fight with the opponent.
Those who play professionally cannot beat those who fight professionally. He doesn't think that working hard can produce miracles.
Therefore, his purpose is that he can carry it hard, but his teammates do not have to accompany him to carry it hard.
So the specific method is to pretend to give in, find opportunities to take the initiative, attract the attention of everyone on the opposite side, and then let your teammates run away.
As long as their teammates run away, this gang of gangsters will definitely not dare to go too far. After all, everyone has a mobile phone and can call the police directly.
So he lowered his head slightly and said in a very low voice, "As soon as I make a move, you will run away. If you run out, call the police immediately."
Geng Shuai had just gotten up from the ground. When he heard this, he immediately said, "No."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Wang Chao analyzed it as fast as he could. "Yang Chi shouldn't dare to go too far. As long as he wants to continue playing, he can't do anything. He asked me to shave my head. This is reciprocal revenge and psychological humiliation. But if he really dares to hurt me, the nature of the matter will change, and he will go to jail."
After saying these words, he walked forward alone, passed the crowd, and deliberately made a joke, "It's okay, just shave your head. It's so hot anyway."
He boldly walked up, ready to sit in the chair and let others shave his head.
But as soon as he sat down, he heard movement behind him.
First there was the sound of wind, then the sound of footsteps, and then there was a "pop" sound, dull and heavy, as if hot liquid splashed out and fell on his cheek.
Wang Chao turned around subconsciously and saw Tian Zhengguang's fist hitting half of the face of a young gangster behind him, with blood stains under the moonlight.
There were messy exclamations and various collisions in the alley, and figures were shaking around in front of him. He didn't know what kind of fight they were in. In a hurry, Wang Chao only had time to kick the two legs next to him, and then he ran back desperately with his head in his hands. It wasn't until he was pulled by someone that he looked up and found out that they were Gao Ming and Lu Jia.
"Aren't you going to run away?" Wang Chao heard his own voice sounding a little shaky.
The expressions of Gao Ming and Lu Jia are a little strange.
Gao Ming whispered, "It's okay."
Lu Jia pointed his hand behind Wang Chao and said in a trembling voice, "Look, look..."
Wang Chao turned around, and through the hazy moonlight, he could vaguely see a sturdy figure turning and moving around, just like the Monkey King making trouble in the heavenly palace. There were constant sounds of "pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)". Turning around, he grinned at Wang Chao, his mouth full of alcohol. "It's okay."
It's Tian Zhengguang.
Wang Chao's eyes were straight.
When he was in the city team, he knew that Tian Zhengguang was very good at playing. It was said that he once set a record of playing seven all-round crushes. But today he found out that it was because Tian Zhengguang didn't play seriously.
This guy got serious. He killed eleven armed gangsters in five minutes. The opponent was covered in blood and probably lost a lot of teeth, but he was still unscathed.
Damn it... why doesn't he practice boxing? This is obviously the wrong thing to do.
Wang Chao walked up and whispered, "Thank you."
Then he couldn't help but said, "But, why..."
Tian Zhengguang didn't let him finish his words, and pointed directly at someone on the ground. "He wants to cripple you."
Wang Chao said "ah", a little confused.
"I have more experience than you in fighting."
At this moment, Tian Zhengguang was simply full of aura. This was a confidence he had never had on the court. "They deliberately said not to do anything, just to let you relax your guard. But when you sat down, he raised the steel pipe from behind and planned to break your hand."
Wang Chao His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He still underestimated Yang Chi's hatred.
He could imagine how desperate it would be if his hand was broken off.
Just like in my previous life, my dream will die midway again. Even if I can still be a coach in the future and can help others win World Champion, I will no longer be able to stand in front of the table in person.
Wang Chao swallowed hard, feeling that his heart was beating so hard that he couldn't calm down at all. After a long time, his burning brain finally regained consciousness and asked, "What should I do next?"
He usually has a resourceful image, but when he encountered this kind of unreasonable violence, he finally showed his ignorant side and began to ask for help from the people here who are best at fighting.
"It's okay. There is no surveillance here. The most they can sue me for is intentional injury, but they have no evidence. I can say it was self-defense."
Tian Zhengguang grinned and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I'm the only one who took action. At most, I can be arrested and locked up for a while. It won't affect the team's competition."
Wang Chao looked carefully at his expression, but what he saw was an open one. There was no complaint or regret. He couldn't help but said, "It was obviously me who caused the matter, why did you..."
Tian Zhengguang suddenly became awkward again and said, "Wang Chao, I'm not trying to please you, let alone because you chose me as your partner... I just feel that if I want to continue to get paid, Spade Q must win, so I can get in trouble, but you can't get in trouble."
Wang Chao didn't say anything. He was silent for a long time before saying, "No, nothing can happen to you... I have to make a call..."
In the Imperial Capital in mid-August, it was still a bit hot even late at night, and He Jingping was still awake. He and Luo Jiu were waiting to board the plane in the waiting hall of the Imperial Capital Airport, but they unexpectedly received a call from Wang Chao.
Wang Chao informed He Jingping of the entire incident that happened tonight and his speculations, without any concealment, and then said, "I don't know how this matter will end now, but those people were seriously injured, and we must be responsible, so I thought, instead of waiting for them to call the police, we might as well call the police ourselves... Senior, is there any way you can help Tian Zhengguang reduce the punishment?"
The call was hung up, but He Jingping's blood pressure soared. For a moment, his face turned red and his breathing became a little short.
Luo Jiu, who was sitting next to him, was frightened. He quickly gave his teacher a massage and asked what happened.
He Jingping closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a long time, he opened his eyes. His expression was a bit ferocious, and he said, "Xiaojiu, this matter is very serious. We must not let it go just like this. You will have to do something later... Well, that's it. Wang Chao just called me. Someone ordered the gangster to block him and try to break his hand!"
Wang Chao underestimated the power of his call.
He just wanted to help Tian Zhengguang get away with it, because he felt that he was the one who caused the trouble. Tian Zhengguang obviously saved him, so how could he be punished for it?
But it's obvious that He Jingping is concerned about another point: someone wants to break Wang Chao's hand.
Someone wants to ruin Wang Chao's career!
Unexpectedly, someone wanted to destroy Zhu Clan's future junior disciple and destroy the career life of He Jingping's future Grand Slam Great Demon King.
Where does this put me, He Jingping?
Where does this place the wealthy family?
The severity of this matter can simply rise to the point of "killing Hua Ping's future hopes."
This is absolutely intolerable!
He called Zhu Zeshi directly, waking up his senior brother from his sweet dream in the middle of the night, and said firmly, "I don't care, Su Province is your territory, you have to give Wang Chao an explanation."
Zhu Zeshi I just think I'm in trouble. He's getting old and doesn't sleep well. It's rare that he's in good condition today. He didn't even dream, so he was woken up like this?
Who knows if I can sleep in the middle of the night?
But after listening to He Jingping's story, his expression became serious and he said, "Okay, I will definitely give you an explanation."
He also started making phone calls.
The first call was to his disciple Xiao Fei.
This is information sharing, because Xiao Fei is considered the oldest among the current disciples of the Zhu Sect. Of course, it is necessary for him to keep abreast of the current developments of his future junior disciples.
The second call was to his son Zhu Ding.
He and Zhu Ding have been having conflicts for many years and seldom communicate with each other, but today this incident happened in Su Province. His Old Zhu family is from Taihu City in Su Province, He Jingping is right, something bad happened to the Suzhou team. Even if Nanjing City is not Taihu City, he Zhu Zeshi, as a table tennis giant in Suzhou, must show his attitude.
It just so happened that Zhu Ding went to Taihu City during this period, so Zhu Ding could go and make a fuss about this matter.
As for how to make trouble, he doesn't care, because Zhu Ding will definitely not listen to what he says.
Zhu Zeshi's third call was made directly to Wu Guanchao, the head coach of the Suzhou Table Tennis Team.
Zhu Zeshi and He Jingping have very different personalities. He Jingping is emotional, impulsive, and full of passion, but Zhu Zeshi has always been serious and majestic, and he refuses to speak clearly. For example, at this moment, he just told Wu Guanchao the whole incident in a calm tone, without giving any opinions, and hung up the phone directly.
But Wu Guanchao couldn't sleep.
He is also afraid...
Could it be a trivial matter that would make the leader of the powerful family call him in the middle of the night to talk about it?
Despite Zhu Zeshi's calm tone, Wu Guanchao and Zhu Zeshi have known each other for decades, and they know the nature of their old friend, who likes to show off.
The more there is fire in the heart, the calmer and more secretive the surface is.
What is this called?
This is called "Those who have thunder in their chests and faces as flat as a lake can worship the general." This is the state of cultivation that Zhu Zeshi has always pursued.
So Wu Guanchao also started calling, first calling the person in charge of Osmanthus Fragrance Club, asking about the specific situation of the two team members Yang Chi and Yoshikawa Hiroshi.
Then he called the boss of Fan Xiaofan at Spade Q and asked Boss Fan what his attitude was towards this matter.
This made the leaders of both clubs panic, because the call from the boss in the middle of the night must be something serious, but the problem is, they don't know anything.
ps: Brothers, regarding the issue of fragmentation, I actually didn't intentionally fragment it. It's just that my daily updates are not enough to finish a big plot, and any big plot must have its ups and downs. In addition, my plots are relatively tightly connected, so you will say it is broken no matter where it is broken. I have tried cutting it in different places in the past two days, but it seems to be of no use unless I cut off all these twists and turns. But wouldn't the book not read well?
Speaking of which, I feel quite aggrieved and don't know how to solve it. In fact, the editor told me that I should just follow my own pace and don't let others affect my writing status. However, I found that there are still many friends who have expressed their opinions, including some who have been supporting me, encouraging me, voting for me, and giving me rewards since the beginning. You are all people to whom I am very grateful. I don't want you to leave, so I am asking for your understanding here.
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