Chapter 22: Tearing the Wardrobe with Bare Hands
He Zhongqiu glanced at Tang Cheney and the others, and seeing that they didn't care, he remembered some of the things Xia Song had said before, and he had some realizations in his heart.

It is indeed different here from China. This is not a place where humility is important. A guy with no real strength can be so arrogant, so why should I pretend to be a grandson?
"Come on, rookie."

Harrington put on the wooden horse's legs, with his right foot shaking, staring at He Zhongqiu and urging him.

"Damn, my head is so itchy, let me find something to scratch it first." He Zhongqiu ignored Xia Song and walked a few steps to Harrington.

"Sorry, his head is a little itchy and needs to be treated first." Xia Song quickly translated.

When Harrington saw He Zhongqiu coming over, he thought he was here to take off his shoes, and a smug look appeared on his face, but the next moment, his expression changed.

"Eagle Claw Skill Proficiency +1."

He Zhongqiu's eyes were cold, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wardrobe. The power of Eagle Claw Kung Fu burst out instantly. He pulled hard, and with a snap, a piece of the thick solid wood board of the wardrobe was broken off by him.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Harrington saw this and was immediately shocked. He quickly stood up and moved aside.

"Don't mess around during the Mid-Autumn Festival." Xia Song was startled.

Tang Cheney and several other coaches were also startled, but no one wanted to step forward to stop him because He Zhongqiu's claw scared them.

"God, the planks of the closet are made of solid wood, right? At least one centimeter thick, right?"

"Even if it's not, it's still 7 or 8 millimeters thick."

"Is He's hand a robot hand?"

Alan Houston and his players were so scared that they stood up and their faces turned pale.

"boom!"

He Zhongqiu threw another punch, which actually went straight through the wardrobe, making a hole in the wall and breaking all the bricks inside.

"Xingyiquan Cannon Fist Proficiency +1."

He didn't dare to do things like fighting now. It would be troublesome if he was kicked out of the Knicks, or even worse, caught by the police. But there was no problem in scaring the old guy.

"my God!"

“Is he Tyson?”

"It's over. He's going to tear down the locker room."

After this punch, everyone was stunned. No one dared to speak and the locker room instantly became quiet.

Alan Houston had a bad feeling. Would this Chinese rookie take his position as the boss in the future?

"Eagle Claw Skill Proficiency +1."

"Eagle Claw Skill Proficiency +1."

"Eagle Claw Skill Proficiency +1."

With a few crackling sounds, He Zhongqiu tore Harrington's wardrobe into pieces like a madman, but his hands were not even scratched. Then he picked up a piece of broken wood and moved towards Harrington.

The people in the locker room felt their scalps tingling. This was a pair of iron hands. If they were grabbed by them, who could bear it?

Especially Harrington, he was almost scared to death, and now he regretted provoking He Zhongqiu very much. He was so scared that his face turned pale and his legs went weak.

"Hey, old bird, how about doing me a favor? Not helping me slap you."

He Zhongqiu had a strange smile on his face and whispered to Harrington, "Don't come over here, you monster!"

Harrington, flustered, cursed and backed away.

"Old bird, my head is so itchy, and my body is starting to itch too. How about you help me use this piece of wood to scratch it?" He Zhongqiu laughed.

He wanted to test the bottom line here. This old guy with no strength could be so arrogant, so what about him?
After saying this, he glanced at Don Cheney and found no reaction. He then glanced at the team boss Alan Houston and saw the same thing. This discovery made him very happy, as it meant that his behavior did not touch the bottom line of Don Cheney and others.

Or, no one dared to deal with him at this time?
"Oh, please, don't come over here, don't come over here, I call you the boss, you are the boss, can I take off your shoes for you?"

Harrington was forced into the corner and couldn't understand what He Zhongqiu said. He had a mental breakdown and started screaming like a nervous wreck.

"Ba."

He Zhongqiu threw down the block of wood in his hand, grabbed a swivel chair next to him and sat down. He crossed his legs, swayed his right leg, and said to Harrington in a cold voice: "I told you, old bird, do me a favor and use this thing to tickle me."

Xia Song only reacted at this time, and hurried forward to persuade: "Zhongqiu, forget it, don't make a big deal, he just said that he won't let you take off his shoes."

"Brother Xia, please translate what I just said." He Zhongqiu said indifferently.

Xia Song felt a little strange. Before, He Zhongqiu's attitude towards him had always been weak. He always pretended to be his grandson and would not object to anything he said. But now, He Zhongqiu's attitude had obviously changed and became strong.

Moreover, this kind of strength, combined with He Zhongqiu's previous behavior and the strength and destructive power he displayed, is extremely oppressive.

He had no choice but to translate: "Mr. Harrington, He asked you to use this piece of wood to scratch his itch. You might as well help him and the matter will be over."

"Really?"

Harrington looked at Xia Songdao.

"Really? We Chinese people keep our words." Xia Song nodded.

"Crazy, this madman, why would I provoke him?"

Harrington picked up the wood in a panic. He felt his hands and feet were completely powerless and as soft as cotton.

"Latrell, is He Iron Man?" Kurt Thomas whispered.

"This must be the magical Chinese Kung Fu, just like the Kung Fu that day." The madman said excitedly in a low voice, his hands like chicken claws, drawing the moves of Eagle Claw Kung Fu.

"Is it possible that He is an alien? Yes, that must be the case." Kurt Thomas said excitedly.

Alan Houston next to him was very depressed. He felt worse and worse. This rookie was too strong and his fighting power was too high.

He really wanted to step forward and stop He Zhongqiu's behavior, but he just couldn't muster up the courage.

Harrington finally plucked up the courage, squatted in front of He Zhongqiu, and gently scraped his calves with a wooden block as if shaving a beard, with very gentle movements.

Everyone was confused. The veteran was trimming the rookie's leg hair. Was this going to be an unspoken rule in the Knicks locker room?
He Zhongqiu laughed wildly in his heart. No one blamed him. What does this mean?
First, it means that his behavior is acceptable to them here, and even if someone does not accept it, they cannot stop him.

Second, Brother Xia is right. In the United States, strength is king. There is no room for humility. You should act when the time is right.

After Harrington had scraped three times, he stood up and said, "Old bird, it's my turn now. Please sit down and let me take off your shoes."

"Mr. Harrington, He said it's his turn and he wants to help you take off your shoes." Xia Song translated with a very strange expression.

"NONONO..."

Harrington hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, running away as he spoke.

(End of this chapter)