Zhao Fen shouted confidently, but he discovered something strange.
Except for Zhang Fan, no one from other cities showed up.
What's going on?
Soon, Zhao Fen thought of the crux of the problem. Immediately, he raised the corner of his mouth and cursed coldly: "Damn, a bunch of cowards are actually scared."
"Haha, I don't know who it is. I don't dare to participate in the long-distance running competition. How dare you criticize us."
People in other cities sneered.
But soon, they looked at Zhao Fen with a sneer on their faces.
Hehe, they are not blind. They naturally saw the scene of Zhang Fan lifting Xiong Lin. It was so easy for them to have fun. Therefore, they did not let their team members participate. It was a thankless task and they might as well stand here.
Watch a play.
Be arrogant, wait until you and Zhao Fen compete with each other.
Zhao Fen sneered and waved his hand: "Let's get started."
Soon, people from City Z came on stage. He glanced at Zhang Fan and said with a smile: "Boy, watch out, not everyone can participate in the weightlifting competition."
"Let's get heavier. Let's get one weighing 75 kilograms first," the man said.
Immediately, a group of staff came to the barbell carrying several large iron blocks and added weight to the barbell.
Soon, the staff got it done.
"Watch it." The man took a deep breath, lifted the barbell, and raised it above his head through gritted teeth.
"Seventy-five kilograms, effective." The coach said.
"yeah!"
A few athletes in City Z became excited.
"See, do you see, seventy-five kilograms!"
"Hmph, let's see how that boy from City S behaves this time."
"hehe!"
Both the audience at the scene and those in front of the TV sneered.
For these idiots, is seventy-five kilograms a lot?
Xiong Lin's head weighs 85 kilograms.
"Boy, it's your turn. Hurry up and stop inking. If it doesn't work, just get out. There's nothing you can do here." Several athletes from City Z standing next to Zhang Fan scolded him.
The coaches who were keeping score sighed and shook their heads.
Is there no audience from City Z here? Didn't they tell Zhao Fen and others about the situation just now?
With their popularity so low, people like Zhao Fen are so hated.
Zhang Fan smiled brightly, ignored these people, walked directly to the barbell, and said to the coach: "Add ten kilograms more."
"Ten kilograms?"
Several people in City Z widened their eyes, and soon they started laughing.
"Hahaha, ten kilograms, ten kilograms, what did I hear? This guy actually wants to lift an eighty-five kilogram barbell. Do you really think this is cotton!"
"Hey, I really want to see him being smashed to death by a barbell." Another person laughed.
Zhao Fen also said with a sneer: "Oh, people nowadays really don't know what to say."
Zhang Fan looked at the few people and chuckled: "Seventy-five kilograms, let's see what you can do. I really think I am the champion, tsk tsk tsk!"
"Fuck, what the hell are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will beat you up." One person immediately roared angrily.
Zhang Fan raised his hand and raised his middle finger: "If you don't come, it's your grandson."
"Don't make trouble. Zhang Fan is trying to provoke you. If you go up and beat him up, you will be immediately disqualified. Don't you see that?" Another person said coldly.
"Oh, that's it, you scheming dog almost fell into his trap."
"Hey, this kid doesn't know how to live or die. Just add ten kilograms. With his small body, it's good to be able to lift it. If he still wants to lift it, he's looking for death."
Zhang Fan was really speechless. He sighed: "Hey, there are so many toads lying at the bottom of the well now."
With that said, Zhang Fan walked up directly, grabbed the barbell with his right hand, and pulled hard. Immediately, he caught it with his left hand, grabbed it and raised it directly above his head.
The sarcasm on the faces of several people in City Z suddenly solidified.
Their eyes almost bulged out.
Damn, eighty-five kilograms? Is this eighty-five kilograms?
As for Zhao Fen, the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground again.
Damn it, how could this be possible! That kid has no muscles at all and can lift an eighty-five kilogram barbell?
Seeing Zhao Fen's face, a group of people suddenly laughed.
"Silly, you saw it, you feel so good now, I wanted to tell you, you still hit me, don't you feel good, ah, do you feel good being slapped in the face by yourself, rubbish, now I see you
I feel disgusting." Wang Xiang sneered.
The corner of Zhao Fen's mouth twitched. Five seconds later, he turned back sharply and stared at Wang Xiang fiercely: "Grandson, how dare you cheat me!"
Wang Xiang suddenly became angry, his eyes were bloodshot, he raised his hand and punched Zhao Fen in the face.
"****How dare you say that I cheated you?" Wang Xiang was so angry that the grandson even beat him up.
I can't bear it, I absolutely can't bear it.
After punching down, Wang Xiang raised his leg and kicked Zhao Fen on the chest.
Immediately, Zhao Fen's body flew straight out.
Hearing Zhao Fen's screams, everyone froze.
Damn it, Zhao Fen was beaten?
And he was still his assistant, no, he was his former assistant, and Zhao Fen just fired him.
Xiaoxiao also quickly pulled the camera over.
Immediately, everyone watching TV in the whole province became stunned.
Is that person lying on the ground Zhao Fen?
Damn, that’s big news.
"Damn it, you dare to hit me, you dare to hit me, security guard, security guard!" Zhao Fen screamed.
"Bonima's peace." Wang Xiang rushed over and kicked Zhao Fen into the air again.
"hiss!"
Seeing Zhao Fen flying one meter away, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
This kick is quite harsh.
But the next moment, five security guards rushed over and grabbed Wang Xiang.
"Go away, let me go, I'm going to beat this idiot to death today!" Wang Xiang shouted.
"Assistant Wang, stop making trouble." Several security guards also knew Wang Xiang, but their salary was paid by Zhao Fenfa, so they dragged Wang Xiang away without any hesitation.
"Wang Xiang, wait for me, wait for me." Zhao Fen spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. This man looked crazy.
"Ahem, President Zhao, we are still competing." Xiong Linqiang said while suppressing a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly turned around and laughed with his mouth wide open.
Seeing Xiong Lin's exaggerated expression, a group of people around him also started laughing.
"Why are you laughing? I've never seen a fight before." Zhao Fen roared. Immediately, he suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head and looked in the direction of Xiaoxiao. At this glance, his face was bloodless.
Damn it, why did Xiaoxiao, a retarded person, point the camera here? Did everyone in the province see the side where he was beaten just now?
At this moment, a strong hatred burned in Zhao Fen's chest, bastard, bastard, everything was because of that bastard Zhang Fan. If it hadn't been for him, how could everything happen now.
Immediately, Zhao Fen looked at Zhang Fan.
When he saw Zhang Fan carrying an eighty-five kilogram barbell and looking at him with a sneer on his face, he could no longer suppress the anger in his chest.