The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 120 Why should I feel guilty
Witnessing such a bloody scene at close range, both sides had no intention of fighting.

The sun was fine, after all, their victor, Tu Man, was fine.

The eagle is miserable, Pachulia's tragedy is constantly lingering in everyone's minds, all of them are seized by it for a while, collectively turned into quail, all kinds of mistakes, all kinds of ignorance...

96:72
The Suns have won 23 consecutive victories, which is already the second longest record in history.

Gentry, however, was glum.

What are you happy about, Tu Man will most likely be suspended, and there will never be fewer games!

Back in the locker room, Tu Man was completely dressed, and the spirited young man looked at Gentry expectantly.

Gentry took a step back, frowned and said:
"Tu Man, what do you want to do?"

Tu Man said with a smile:
"Go to the press conference. If you have made such a big mess, you can't let your old man take the blame for me, right?"

Gentry scolded:
"Go away! You kid is not here, so I can say something!"

Tu Man laughed and said:

"I bet the reporters are definitely not interested in you, you have to come and call me later!"

Gentry thought about it, the protagonist is not present, who knows what kind of moths will happen to those reporters whose brain circuits are only in the lower three channels?

"Okay, then you are not allowed to talk nonsense!"

Tu Man smiled slightly:
"Of course, when did I talk nonsense, I only speak from the bottom of my heart..."

Gentry clutched his forehead, I was afraid that you would speak from the bottom of your heart!

At the press conference, Tu Man was besieged as expected.

The reporters were chattering and yelling, everyone wanted to grab the conversation, and everyone was louder than their voices...

Tu Man flicked the microphone, and a harsh noise rang out.

Everyone subconsciously closed their mouths, covered their ears with their hands, and looked at Tu Man angrily.

Tu Man smiled, picked up the microphone and said:
"Okay, don't make any noise. The most beautiful lady, please ask questions first!"

As soon as the words fell, all the female reporters stood up, refusing to give in to each other, arguing together, and words like "Bichi" were flying all over the sky...

Tu Man flicked the microphone again, and the venue became quiet again.

Interviewing others is a waste of time, interviewing Tu Man is a waste of ears, no one else!

Tu Man said again:

"Okay then, please ask the ugliest lady first!"

At the venue, the female reporters looked at each other in dismay, and no one wanted to claim it. Only a cute loli stood up timidly.

With a strong accent, she should be from an island country:
"Mr. Tu Man, your performance is very good. You are the pride of our Asians. Please take care of your health and win more championships!"

The reporters all rolled their eyes. Where are the fans pretending to be reporters? No wonder they are willing to claim the ugliest place in the venue!

Tu Man smiled:
"Thank you, so what do you want to ask?"

Loli was a little shy, narrowed her eyes, and said softly:
"That Pachulia was seriously injured. I wonder if Mr. Tuman will..."

After a pause, he suddenly bit his lip:
"Punch him again?"

Tu Man let out a "puchi" laugh, he thought this loli was going to say "will you apologize to him" or something, but who knew she wanted to see another punch!
Tu Man held the microphone and said with a smile:

"I think, after receiving this punch, he should cry for a long time. If we meet next time, Mr. Zha Zha may not give me another chance!"

With a hint of disappointment, Luoli sat down timidly.

At this time, a fat white man from the "Atlanta Charter" jumped up, pointed at Tu Man with righteous indignation and asked:

"Tu Man, you beat Zaza Pachulia like that, and you are still joking here, don't you have any guilt in your heart?"

Tu Man narrowed his eyes and asked coldly:
"Why should I feel guilty?"

The fat white man was flustered for a while, but he still kept his mouth shut:
"You, you hurt someone, shouldn't you feel guilty?"

The corner of Tu Man's mouth twitched, and he raised his sandbag-sized fist:

"Mr., now I give you a punch, do you dare to fight back?"

The fat man took a step back and said in horror:

"You, don't mess around, this is a press conference..."

Tu Man laughed loudly:

"So, you're an eggless bastard!"

Fatty Bai's neck was red with anger. Before he could speak, Tu Man pointed to the tip of his nose again, with a hint of pride and arrogance:
"But I'm different, I'm a man, a tough man!"

The loli of the island country held her face, and her eyes began to show affection.

"If someone dares to throw a fist at me, I will fight back without hesitation, and beat that scum across the way until his mother can't even recognize him!"

There was a sudden commotion in the venue, and the reporters shouted again.

Tu Man flicked the microphone.

The whole world is quiet again.

"Everyone, I'm a basketball player and I'm here to play basketball. On the basketball court, all grievances and grievances can be resolved with basketball, right?"

No one spoke.

Solve it with basketball, so what happened to your fist?

Tu Man looked around and said:

"but……"

Sure enough, but!
"If even basketball can't solve the grievances, I am not afraid of any form of challenge from outside basketball, such as wrestling, Sanda, free fighting..."

Loli pursed her mouth, and quietly raised her small fist.

Tu Man smiled at her, and added:
"Or, war!"

"war?"

As soon as this word came out, the venue exploded immediately, and the reporters rushed to jump up, one by one shouting more fiercely...

Tu Man made a gesture of snapping his fingers, and slowly moved towards the microphone.

The reporters covered their ears and fell silent again.

Tu Man sneered:
"Lock the opponent's neck, drop him from a high place, and break his lumbar spine on his knees. I have never seen this kind of action on the basketball court, nor have I seen it in wrestling, Sanda and free combat. Actions that put people to death belong only to the battlefield."

Loli clasped her hand well, and yelled crisply:

"Yes!"

Tu Man nodded, with a fierce look in his eyes:

"Since the other party has launched a war, I naturally have to respond with war, blood for blood! Since the other party has launched a war, I must have the consciousness to bear the defeat, because I will never be defeated because I slaughter barbarians! Ladies and gentlemen, will the allies be defeated because of Feel guilty about defeating the ****? If so, why should I feel guilty?"

Well said!

Hearing this, Gentry couldn't help but pat his thigh.

This kid is a born sophistry, obviously he beat someone up, but he can still fool himself on the commanding heights of morality, turn around and attack others!
Tu Man didn't let the "Atlanta Charter" go, he stood up abruptly, pointed at the fat white man, and shouted harshly:
"Mr., as an American, don't you still feel guilty about the evil ***? Are your evil thoughts worthy of the millions of Jews who died? Are you worthy of the millions of Allied soldiers who fought in blood? ?”

The fat white man was trembling all over, and cold sweat broke out in a flash.

This is to kill them all!

(End of this chapter)