Chapter 47: One Man KOs Twelve

"Go ahead and subdue that damn Knicks rookie first."

"Yes, first take down the troublemaker."

"You two go deal with the rookie, and the three of us will stop the rest of the Knicks."

Several security guards were at a loss, they knew they were in trouble as they had not stopped the fight in time, and now things had gotten out of hand, they might lose their jobs.

"Stop it, everyone stop it."

"Calm down, stop it."

The security guards had a brief discussion and then rushed forward, shouting to stop the fight while doing their respective duties.

Seeing that He Zhongqiu was besieged by more than a dozen people, Kurt Thomas and others outside could not rush in to save He Zhongqiu for a while. Tang Cheney and others were desperate, but when they saw several security guards rushing over, hope rose again.

But he was immediately disappointed, because those damn security guards were not there to rescue He Zhongqiu, but to take sides, and some even attacked He Zhongqiu directly.

Two fists are no match for four hands. Without using the extremely lethal Eagle Claw skill, He Zhongqiu was surrounded.

In a short period of time, he knocked down three or four guys, but he also took a lot of punches and kicks.

But will this hurt him? The answer is no.

The Grandmaster's Iron Shirt is not for the weak. The muscles and skin all over his body have been trained to be as tough as cowhide, and his tendons and bones are as hard as iron. Although it cannot block bullets or the extremely sharp alloy steel knives, it can still block those turtle punches.

In a word, the punches and kicks of these non-professionals had no explosive power or damage at all, and were just tickling to him.

He was surrounded and couldn't run away, so he had to endure it. He was hit by three punches, four kicks and five elbows. His nose was one of his weaknesses and it was bleeding, but he still knocked down a few guys.

With his strength and the hardness of his fists, almost no one could withstand his punches and palms.

Jamal Tinsley also had his nose broken by a punch, and He Zhongqiu kicked him again. He fell to the ground holding his left leg, screaming, and then was stepped on several times by others, screaming in pain.

Al Harrington rushed forward and stomped hard on He Zhongqiu's left foot. He Zhongqiu didn't even frown, and hit the opponent's forehead with a fierce headbutt.

"Oh!"

Al Harrington's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the floor with blood gushing from his forehead.

At He Zhongqiu's feet, a large number of Pacers players fell down, and three security guards also fell down. There were only three players and two security guards left standing. These five people were entangled with the madman and others on the periphery, but no fight broke out.

"The devil, he is the devil!"

"It's too brutal. What should we do? What should we do?"

"Who the hell is this? Are we crazy to provoke such a beast?"

"It's all Artest's fault. The damn guy is so stupid that he dared to provoke such a person."

No one dared to attack again. They were just hot-headed just now. Now so many people have fallen and the ground is full of Pacers players. Who would dare to go up and get beaten again?
Everyone in the entire stadium was dumbfounded. Are these still human beings? Twenty people fighting against one person, and after fighting for a long time, they failed to defeat the opponent and more than half of them fell down.

"This Chinese guy is so strong!"

"God, is his nickname Wolverine? I swear, he really has the fighting power of Wolverine."

"Honey, can you help me get his phone number?"

No fans booed He Zhongqiu, and no fans rushed down, because He Zhongqiu's fighting power just now had frightened them and even conquered them.

"It's over, it's all over!"

The Smiling Assassin Isaiah Thomas was dumbfounded. He had never expected things to develop to this point, and he had never expected that the Knicks rookie's fighting power would be so high.

His team is finished. Only three players are still standing. Together with the three remaining on the bench, the other nine are injured. What should he do this season?
"What should I do?" He looked at the players on the ground, his body shaking and cold.

Artest, who was the first to attack, was not sure whether he was dead or alive. His face was swollen like a pig's head and covered in blood. There was a noticeable dent in his chest and his teeth were scattered all over the ground.

One side of Reggie Miller's face was swollen, and so were O'Neal Jr. and Brad Miller, who all fainted.

"What should I do?"

Isaiah Thomas knew he was done, his career with the Pacers was over.

"One, two, three... nine. Nine players plus three security guards. One of them beats twelve. No one doubts that Zhongqiu knows Kung Fu now, right? I wonder if anyone will dare to mess with him again. Zhongqiu has become famous in this one fight."

Philip was so excited that he almost peed himself, and his face was filled with a smile.

"Xiao Lin, this is trouble."

"They started it first, and Zhongqiu just fought back in self-defense, right?"

Although Zhou Biaolincheng was happy, he also began to worry whether He Zhongqiu could stay in the NBA.

One person swept away the walkers, and He Zhongqiu, who was a little out of breath, still stood with his head held high.

At his feet were twelve people lying, filling the entire half of the court. The whole scene gave people an extremely shocking feeling.

There was some nosebleed on his face, making him look a little embarrassed, but it was nothing serious, his nose bone was not broken, only the blood vessels inside were broken.

His eyes fell on the guys on the floor and he was very surprised. What a scumbag. They dared to attack him with such fighting ability. They were just like those thugs in Yanjing who attacked him before. They lacked intelligence, right?

"Still dare to stand?"

His eyes swept over the five people standing there. They trembled and took two steps back at the same time.

"Squat down!"

He pointed his big hand at the floor and shouted.

The five people didn't understand, but they understood the gesture, which is usually used by the police. So they immediately squatted down with their hands on their heads without any hesitation.

"Ugh!"

Such a cowardly look made countless Pacers fans sigh.

The referee wanted to die. Although the fight had stopped, he didn't know how to deal with the matter.

The three referees discussed it and then made a decision.

All players on the field who participated in the fight and all substitutes who entered the field were sent off.

The game cannot be played and can only be interrupted while waiting for the league to handle it.

The Pacers were in tears as nine players and three security guards were injured. There were not enough doctors, nurses and stretchers, so they had to call an ambulance.

"Pick up all the teeth on the floor. As long as they are not broken, they can be implanted." The Pacers' team doctor shouted.

At this time, He Zhongqiu suddenly reacted, quickly lay down on the floor, and started his performance.

"Ouch, it's over, my head, my calves, my elbows, my lumbar discs, my liver, my lungs, ouch... it hurts so much..."

For a moment, it seemed as if he was dying, and he was twitching as if he had only one breath left.

His acting skills are pretty good. He learned it from scamming people in the past, and after two or three years of training in the film and television industry, his acting skills are even better now and can be put to good use.

(End of this chapter)