The Miserable Itakura Daijiro (1)

As long as Chi Tong bent over after being hit, he would take the opportunity to pull back his arm and pretend he had failed to stop in time and accidentally crashed into him.

All he had to do afterward was spread his hands and argue with the referee, shifting all the blame onto Chi Tong.

This was not the first time he had done something like this. Wasn't Yueye Hongming a perfect example just now?

At that moment, Chi Tong's eyes suddenly narrowed. A gleam seemed to flash through his previously calm gaze as two golden halos quietly emerged. The Eye of Heaven activated.

In an instant, every trajectory of Itakura Daijiro's future movements seemed frozen in place, clearly displayed before Chi Tong's eyes.

Then, a thought flashed through Chi Tong's mind, and the rhythm of his dribbling suddenly changed. His previously steady dribble abruptly accelerated, and the basketball's path beneath his fingertips became unpredictable.

Ankle Breaker activated!

Anyone who dared mess with me, no matter who they were, would pay the price.

Chi Tong's tone remained indifferent, his gaze so calm that the confrontation before him seemed unrelated to him. Yet his hands did not pause for even a moment. With a slight turn of his wrist, the basketball bounced rapidly off the floor at a tricky angle. Two sharp, urgent dribbles rang out in succession, and the ball's rebound slipped precisely through the gap as Itakura Daijiro shifted his center of gravity, perfectly avoiding the hand he was about to reach out with.

As Itakura Daijiro closed in, his vision suddenly blurred. The basketball's previously clear trajectory became indistinct, and his legs seemed to lose all feeling as he staggered forward two uncontrollable steps.

He tried to adjust his center of gravity, only to find that Chi