Chapter 631: Overflowing with murderous intent
"Bastard!"
"Haha, bastard! Your father is a **, and your mother is **'s **, XX matches XX, a match made in heaven, and finally you, the **** bastard, were born!"
"Shame! You are a shame!"
"Go back to your a**! You are not welcome in this glorious land! XX, XXXXX!"
The dirty words are unbearable.
One sentence after another, ferocious and bloody, dirty and ugly.
This is always the case in away games in football matches, but tonight it is more serious and more rampant than ever. Those distorted faces are like devils. The worst thing is that those words not only attack the players, but also target innocent family members——
They should not involve the players' families and should not greet the players' mothers and brothers and sisters.
Mahomes, who had been trapped in feelings of guilt and regret, had no time to worry about this, but now, those sharp and harsh sounds broke through the defense and penetrated into the ears, and the boiling emotions were thrown into the raging fire, and the anger instantly swallowed up the reason. .
Damn it!
Mahomes clenched his fists and turned around suddenly. There was a sharp look on his childish cheeks, but he was lost in the bustling and densely blurred and ferocious faces in front of him——
There were not just one or two, but hundreds or thousands of them, connected together in a mighty way, and the bloody storm was coming.
At this moment, a figure rushed out past Mahomes, leaving behind the figure of No. 23, which turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed forward.
Angry and murderous.
Clark was frightened by the oncoming Levi.
He had never seen Levi like this.
In my impression, Levi is always calm and calm. Even when he is standing on the edge of a cliff, he is still chatting and laughing with ease. It seems that nothing can disturb Levi's mood.
But at this moment, Levi burst out with a murderous aura, like a flame. One look made Clark freeze in place, numb and numb, and he looked away in panic.
Burns took a step forward, "Levi!"
However.
Burns was unable to stop Levi this time.
One step forward, like an evil ghost coming out of the gate, walking faster and faster, rushing harder and harder, staring fearlessly at the huge blue wave in front of him with teeth and claws.
With a sudden movement, Levi threw his helmet to the ground. Water bottles, helmets, towels, and benches all exploded and flew in all directions. This frightened the grinning fans in front of them. Before they had time to react, they realized the words in their pupils. The devil came towards me unstoppably.
His face was red and his ears were red, and he was sweating profusely. He looked like a devil who had just fought his way out of hell.
Scared!
The sharp murderous aura grabbed the throat, and the spectators in the stands could not help but move back slightly, but before they had time to swallow the saliva, the devil rushed forward unstoppably, with knees weak and shoulders shaking. It was so loose that I could actually feel that my bladder was about to lose control.
Levi, come up——
He supported the stadium stands with both hands. With a little effort, he was already standing on the railings of the stands, looking down at the group of cowards who were fierce on the outside and weak on the inside. The tall and strong figure cast a shadow, just like Lucifer. It spread its wings and enveloped the whole place.
One or two shivering and huddled together: weak. humble. helpless.
This moment has become a Gillette Stadium classic.
The white number 23 faced the difficulties in the violent wind and rain, one against a hundred, and was surrounded by the turbulent blue waves. However, the heroic figure who stood tall and proud was not afraid, relying on his own strength Just suppress the mighty and turbulent waves that are rolling in front of you.
Bustling and densely packed, the blue waves continued to surge towards that figure, but they all lowered their proud heads and surrendered at the feet of White No. 23.
A moment, frozen for eternity.
Of course, that's not all.
A few people still stood up, clenching their fists, foaming at the mouth, waving their fists, and spouting curses. Then, they entered Levi's field of vision.
Levi stared angrily at these piercing eyes. There was no noise or noise, and his voice vented towards them without any hindrance.
"explain."
"Go on."
"I'm going to strangle you like a bug, and then we'll see who's Plankton with his ass up and his tail wagging for mercy."
"Say. Go on. Please."
One sentence after another, each word is like a sudden storm.
One after another, Levi glanced over and made eye contact with each paper tiger that was showing its teeth and claws.
There was no foul language, no dirty words, and there was even a smile on the corner of the mouth, but the smell of blood permeated the whole place.
It was only now that these poor fans remembered one thing, what does it mean to have a mixed martial arts background? The murderous aura was inadvertently revealed from the smile and posture, as if the hands were really stained with blood, and the whole body was steaming, The tight lines of their arms were full of strength, and their tall figures completely covered this area, making them look particularly small.
One or two people huddled together with their shoulders pressed against the back of the chair like small animals. They truly believed that Levi would do what he said.
That smile was more terrifying than threatening.
One, then another, the figure who remained standing quietly sat down with his knees weak, and shut his mouth obediently, they were just a group of paper tigers.
Finally, only one remains.
The fan wearing No. 12 New England Patriots jersey took a moment to realize that he was alone and that it would be a shame to sit down in front of everyone.
No. 12 mustered up the courage to look at Levi, "Za..."
Just after uttering a syllable, Levi smiled and even showed encouraging eyes, "Continue. I'm here, and I'm listening carefully."
No. 12 couldn't help but feel his liver tremble: This pervert.
Then, Levi continued with a smile on his face, as if he was discussing with the fans who should treat them to the bar for a while, "You say one thing, and I will knock out one of your teeth; another one, and another one."
"I know, I know, I might have to lose money, I might have to face a lawsuit. But, hey, I should be able to hire a team of lawyers and take my time, I don't care where my paycheck goes, I have enough time ”
"ha."
"In a word, one. How about it, is this deal a good deal? Are you interested in playing this game with me?"
No. 12 was completely frozen. He didn't want to admit defeat, but a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his scalp, and his whole body shivered uncontrollably. Even he didn't realize it, and he closed his mouth tightly. Protect your teeth.
Suddenly, it was difficult to get off the tiger.
At this moment, the smile disappeared from the corner of Levi's mouth, and a murderous aura burst out from his whole body, "If you don't want to talk, then sit down."
Plop.
No. 12's knees softened and he sat down obediently.
This area was completely silent.
Then.
Li Weipi showed a smile without a smile, jumped down lightly, but did not turn around, but retreated all the way facing the stadium stands.
And, he raised his hand to incite the fans, calling the audience with a smile on his face like a concert——
Be louder. Come on, come on, louder. Let the storm be more violent.
(End of chapter)