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At this time, Big Ben also came over and shouted at Rick: "What do you want? What are you doing now? We will accompany you!"

Rick knew very well that if they did it now, they would definitely suffer.

So he gave Zhao Qiang and Da Ben a bitter look, and left quickly.

The home team lost so many points, the home fans didn't bother to abuse, and most of the fans left the field early.

Although Zhao Qiang showed no signs of fear, he still told his teammates to be careful.

"Brothers, go straight back to the hotel, don't go out to hang out, take the bus back tomorrow morning!"

"Yes!"

The cavalry players knew that Miami was here and they couldn't stay long, so they were very obedient and went straight back to the hotel.

The next morning, the cavalry team leader, members of the coaching staff, and all the players were on the bus and drove out of the hotel.

When Zhao Qiang got into the car, he felt his heart beating violently. He had a premonition that something big was going to happen.

He sat by the window and stared out the window.

Sitting next to him, Da Ben noticed that Zhao Qiang's expression was wrong.

"Qiangzi, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qiang shook his head, did not speak, still staring at the outside of the bus.

The bus turned two corners and drove towards the avenue.

Zhao Qiang's hanging heart finally let go.

As long as you drive on the highway, you are basically fine, and you can be home in two hours.

Unexpectedly, a station wagon suddenly sped up from the side road and blocked in front of the bus.

Fortunately, the driver of the bus reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes, almost hitting the station wagon.

The bus driver cursed angrily, and was about to open the window to question him.

But when the door of the station wagon opened and the people inside came out, the driver of the bus turned pale.

I saw five gangster-looking young people coming out of the car, two of them were still holding pistols.

"It's all him, let me down!"

The guy in the lead, with the mohawk, was the most popular hairstyle back then.

Coach An Zuo was furious. He stood up abruptly, waved his hand, and ordered: "You all don't move. I'll go down and turn against them!"

Zhao Qiang wanted to hold him back, but Coach An Zuo shook off Zhao Qiang's hand and got out of the car alone.

"You bastards! What do you want to do? If you are sensible, get out of here!"

Coach An Zuo is not afraid, he doesn't care whether the opponent has a gun or not.

All he thinks about now is the safety of the players.

Seeing that coach An Zuo was not afraid, Mohawk was also a little dazed, not knowing what to do.

A dazed-headed green from behind rushed forward.

This guy has a big shaved head and an eagle tattoo on his bald head, which looks scary.

"Boss, don't talk nonsense with this old thing, just do it!"

As he said that, the big bald head punched Coach An Zuo.

Although Coach An Zuo is over 50 years old, he is quite skilled. He dodges and then throws a left uppercut, bang!

The big bald head punched nothing, lost his center of gravity, was punched in the cheek by coach An Zuo, and fell directly to the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"You old thing, you are tired of living!"

The guy with the gun in the back aimed his gun at Coach Anzuo's forehead.

Moxi didn't want to make a big deal out of it, he didn't expect that the old man on the opposite side would be so tough!

"Okay, old man, you really aren't afraid of death, but aren't your players afraid of death?"

No wonder he can be the boss, this Mohawk is very despicable, he uses players to threaten Coach Anzuo.

"What are you little bastards doing?"

"How?" Mo Xigan sneered, "I heard that your players are very good at playing, now let them all kneel here, let us beat you to vent your anger, and then let you go!"

"What if I don't agree!" Coach Anzuo said loudly, without any intention of compromise.

"Disagree? Guys, shoot me in the car..."

Mohawk gave an order, and the guy with the gun fired a shot into the car, and the front glass of the bus became more eye-catching.

But he was just trying to scare him, and didn't aim at anyone.

Zhao Qiang yelled in the car: "Everyone squat down!"

Coach An Zuo was shaking with anger, and said angrily, "Enough! If you want to vent your anger, hit me alone! Don't touch my team members!"

Both Zhao Qiang and the cavalry players clenched their fists and their eyes were moist.

Coach An Zuo is really a good coach. At such a dangerous moment, he stood up and tried his best to protect the players.

But Mohawk didn't buy it, he sneered and clapped his hands——

"Oh, it's so touching. You sacrifice your life to protect the players, and don't poke the needle... No! Zhao Qiang and Lao Tie in your team, get the hell out of here!"

Coach An Zuo stretched out his hands and said word by word: "If you want to hit me, hit me, don't touch them!"

"Really?" Seeing that Coach Anzuo was not getting in, Mohawk became anxious and punched Coach Anzuo.

With coach An Zuo's skill, this punch couldn't hit him at all.

But in order to protect his team members, he endured...

boom!

Coach Anzuo's cheeks were red and swollen, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Qiang saw it in his eyes, his veins were exposed, and his eyeballs were red.

He yelled: "Open the door! I want to go down!"

The bus driver was still persuading: "Forget it, you guys should hide in the car..."

"Open the door, I want to go down!" Da Ben also stood up.

The other players stood up and asked the driver to open the door.

Just when the bus driver was hesitating, Zhao Qiang rushed to the front, pressed the door open button first, and the door opened with a bang.

The Cavalry players hula got out of the car and stood in a row in front of Coach An Zuo.

Zhao Qiang shouted loudly: "If you want to fight, hit us. If you dare to touch our coach's finger again, I will screw your head off with all my might!"

Seeing that Zhao Qiang was so powerful, those guys were also very shocked, and the muzzle of one of the pistols was aimed at Zhao Qiang's head.

But Zhao Qiang showed no fear, his eyes fixed on the black muzzle of the gun.

Coach An Zuo was both moved and worried. He yelled at Zhao Qiang: "You idiot! Hurry up and get back in the car, I'll be fine here!"

"Okay, old man, if I just watch you get beaten, will I be ashamed to be the captain in the future?"

Mo Xigan looked at Zhao Qiang with a sad face, and nodded: "Okay, you are a man, then I will fulfill you, hit me!"

The guys behind rushed over and were about to make a move.

Zhao Qiang stepped forward with his hands behind his back; he took two steps, ready to give himself a severe beating and let the other party vent his anger.

At worst, I would lie in the hospital for a few months and not let other teammates get hurt.

Just when the first few people in Mohawk were about to make a move, a person slowly got off the bus and said coldly——

"Hey! Do you think... you're the only ones with guns?"

Zhao Qiang was taken aback for a moment, and looking back, Brown got out of the car...