Chapter 25 I'm here to reason, not to fight

After Leiden left, He Zhongqiu said, "Wellington, you speak Mandarin quite well."

"I was in Hua Xia from 95 to 97, and it was during those three years that I learned Mandarin," Philip said with a smile.

At this time, the other teammates had already left, and He Zhongqiu and the other two hurried to follow.

After entering the player tunnel and turning into the corridor leading to the home team's locker room, they suddenly heard heavy footsteps from behind. The three of them turned around and saw that it was Wen Baker.

He rushed over quickly and roared, "Damn kid, you're finally here."

If the opponent takes action, He Zhongqiu will not be able to pretend to be a grandson, but he will be careful about the severity of the action to avoid getting into trouble and being arrested like he was a few years ago.

"Eagle Claw Skill Proficiency +3."

He slid to the front left and moved his right hand quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, using the Furious Eagle Throat Lock, and grabbed Wen Baker's neck directly when he pounced on him.

The next moment, the palms, fingers and forearms exerted force at the same time, and the five fingers suddenly sank into the neck like eagle claws, gradually tightening and dragging downwards.

"Um..."

Wen Baker felt his neck tighten as if he was on the gallows. He could not breathe at all. He felt his neck was about to break, his tongue was squeezed out, and his body was dragged to his knees on the ground. Endless fear suddenly arose in his heart.

"Let me go, let me go quickly, I don't want to die, please! Please!"

He looked at He Zhongqiu in horror, but couldn't say anything. He could only slap He Zhongqiu's hands repeatedly, signaling him to let go.

"With just this little ability, you dare to attack me? Are you as carefree as that Harrington?" He Zhongqiu was very surprised. Why did they all seem to be brainless?

"Zhongqiu, let go quickly and don't make things worse." Xia Song said hurriedly.

Philip was also a little surprised. In his three years in China, he rarely saw people like He Zhongqiu who dared to be violent towards foreigners. Most Chinese people were gentle and friendly in front of foreigners, especially towards Americans, whom they had a special admiration for.

Moreover, He Zhongqiu's fighting power is a bit too high. A giant like Wen Baker, who is 211 cm tall and weighs nearly pounds, was subdued in an instant, even with just one hand.

He Zhongqiu knew that this amount of force would not hurt anyone, so he only held on for three seconds before letting go, and then asked in a friendly manner:
"You fat bastard, do you want to fight? But I don't like fighting or violence, so please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"

Philip automatically filtered out the previous swear words and translated: "Mr. Wenbeck, He asked if you wanted to fight. He said he didn't like violence and asked you not to make things difficult for him... Ahem, Mr. Wenbeck, I advise you not to force him to fight, or he will beat you to death."

"Cough cough cough..."

Wen Baker was kneeling and breathing heavily. His head was buzzing and his ears were tinnitus. He was coughing loudly and there were five clear red fingerprints on his neck.

After hearing what Phillip said, he quickly shook his head and said, “NONONO, ahem, I just want to reason with him, ahem, not to fight.”

A strange look flashed across Phillip’s face, and he turned back and smiled: “Zhongqiu, he is here to reason with you, not to fight.”

"Pfft!"

Xia Song burst out laughing and shook with laughter.

He now felt that violence had its benefits. Just now when Wen Baker pounced on him, if He Zhongqiu did not have that much strength, he would have been beaten up.

"It's good to be reasonable. We Chinese people like to win people over with virtue. Come, let's be reasonable."

He Zhongqiu nodded and said, "Look, Fatty, you were the one who pushed me from behind at the beginning. This must be your fault, right?"

Wen Baker stood up. He could only nod his head. He had to swallow the slap in the face. He felt that if he dared to speak out, he would be choked again. He Zhongqiu said again: "Then when I jumped up to catch the ball, you deliberately bumped into me from below. Is this still your fault?"

Wen Baker could only nod, and out of revenge, he did push it.

He Zhongqiu said: "So now that we've explained the reasoning, it's all your fault. How are you going to compensate me?"

After Philip translated, Wen Baker looked bitter, but he was no match for him, so he had to admit defeat and asked, "What do you want?"

"Don't extort money during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It will give people a chance to talk nonsense." Xia Song reminded quickly.

Before He Zhongqiu was sent to the juvenile detention center, he was a member of a group of people who committed fraud and scammed people everywhere relying on his iron vest.

While extorting a lot of money, he also developed good acting skills, which laid a solid foundation for his later career change to become an actor.

But that was in the past. After Longchang realized the truth, he stopped doing it, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry, Brother Xia, we are serious people. Can we do that?"

"That's good, I'm just giving you a reminder." Xia Song nodded with relief.

He Zhongqiu said to Wen Baker, "You were kicked out. This is what you deserve. I don't want you to compensate me. How about that? Am I a generous person?"

"Ha ha……"

Xia Song laughed out loud, you are so generous, but that's the opposite, it should be revenge.

"Gentle, He, you are the most generous person. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After listening to Philip's translation, Wen Baker said something with a dark face and turned around and left at a very fast pace, walking and running at the same time.

Now he regretted it so much. He had volunteered to be humiliated again. Was he being a masochist?
……

"Wellington, where do you live?" He Zhongqiu asked on the way back to the locker room.

"It would be better for me to live in your house so that I can teach you English, teach you how to drive, go shopping with you, play games with you, and even practice ball with you," said Philip.

"What's that smell? Even soybean milk doesn't stink that bad!"

Back in the locker room, He Zhongqiu had to hold his breath as soon as he entered. The strong body odor made him feel nauseous.

I saw more than a dozen big men in the locker room who had taken off all their clothes except their underpants, some of them were even naked, and they were laughing and talking loudly as they went to the bathroom.

"Zhongqiu, call me if you need anything."

Philip left a word and turned around and walked out.

He quickly took off his jersey, leaving only a pair of shorts, took out a towel and soap from the closet and went into the bathroom.

He was very accustomed to this kind of collective bathhouse. In the cold winter in Yanjing, he had to go back to the bathhouse every few days. The scale of that bathhouse was much larger than this one, and the conditions were better than here. It was really comfortable to soak in that big pool, and there were people to scrub backs and do pedicures. There was nothing like that here.

He felt that the Knicks' locker room was a bit lackluster and that they should have mahjong, back scrubbing and pedicure facilities in the future. It was too shabby now.

I opened the system and took a look. I gained more than 1,500 proficiency points from this game.

The improvement of tactics was very fast, far exceeding other skills. For example, the first three consecutive slam dunks gave a proficiency of 600 points, and the same was true for the rewards for consecutive successful defenses. The offensive and defensive tactics added up to a proficiency of 1,200 points.

(End of this chapter)