112: A flying kick to save Stephen Chow's skull

At this moment, a group of Japanese people walked with scattered steps toward the designated base of the wall.

Before long, everyone first came to a halt at the base of the wall.

The team members looked at each other, feeling a wave of difficulty as they stared at each other's blood-red faces, unwilling to bend their legs.

baka.

They were, after all, famous football celebrities in Asia and even across the entire Blue Planet.

If they did such a shameful thing under the media's lens, would they even be able to go out for matches in the future?

Kimura, who had been hurriedly carried over, was almost on the verge of tears.

He didn't even have a part in the match just now, so how come when it was time for the kneeling punishment, he couldn't be left out?

The key was that he could only lie flat right now; he couldn't even kneel up.

Stephen Chow stood in front of everyone, hands on his hips.

"Everyone, Big Brother said that those who bet must accept the loss. Why isn't anyone kneeling?"

"Oh, I remember now."

"Legend has it that Japanese people's knees can't bend. Are you all having some difficulties?"

Hearing this, the group of Japanese people nodded vigorously.

"You are absolutely right; the knees of us Japanese people indeed all have problems."

"How about we just skip the kneeling?"

"We'll just say those words, how about that?"

Under everyone's expectant gazes, Stephen Chow waved his hand.

"It doesn't matter if your knees can't bend, don't you worry."

He quickly stepped aside and pointed at Lin Pei, who was tying his shoelaces behind him.

"My Big Brother can help you bend them!"

A clamor broke out in the field.

"Right, right, just let Brother Lin give each of them a kick and they'll behave."

"What was promised must be fulfilled. These people clearly want to back out."

The Japanese Team Members were stunned.

No way, in broad daylight, the Dragon Country people wouldn't really kick them, would they?

Besides, the Dragon Country people had used the football earlier to eventually injure them like this.

If it were just based on leg strength alone, it probably wouldn't be that exaggerated.

After all, the fragile-as-an-eggshell Kimura was still alive.

Everyone collectively swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Just as they were planning to resist and back out to the death, they heard Stephen Chow give a couple of "jie jie" laughs.

"If you openly refuse to fulfill your promise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Faster than said than done, before they could even react, Lin Pei had already sent a flying kick toward them.

In a flash, everyone didn't even have time to close their eyes.

Holy shit, for real?

Not even a discussion beforehand?

This momentum looked truly a bit terrifying.

At this moment, even Stephen Chow hadn't reacted.

No way, is Big Brother even more impatient than him?

But looking at the direction of this kick, why did it feel like he was aiming for himself?

"Clatter!"

A second later, everyone only heard the crisp sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Looking again, Lin Pei had already stopped his movement, his raised foot at most only one centimeter away from Stephen Chow's head.

While the Japanese people breathed a sigh of relief, Stephen Chow sucked in a breath of cold air.

His tone was aggrieved.

"Big Brother, did your Second Brother do something wrong that you'd even want to punish me?"

"Kick a bit lighter, Big Brother. Your Second Brother is even weaker than that brother on the stretcher. I still have to strive to be standing while filming this movie later."

Kimura, not far away, only felt offended.

baka, your body is weak.

Your whole family's bodies are weak.

Lin Pei retracted his foot, feeling a wave of helplessness.

"What are you thinking, Second Brother?"

"Why would I kick you? I don't have violent tendencies."

Kimura's buttocks instinctively twitched, and he got even angrier.

This person doesn't count as having violent tendencies?

Then how did he end up crippled!

At this time, Lin Pei pointed to the ceiling and explained to Stephen Chow.

"Just now, a piece of iron fell from that hole, heading straight for your crown."

"I was kicking that."

!!!

Stephen Chow looked up and found that the hole was indeed directly above his head.

And the large iron plate that had been supporting the area around the hole was no longer there.

Presumably, it had been kicked away by Lin Pei and had fallen to the floor.

The crisp sound everyone heard just now was actually it!

While everyone was collectively surprised, the Japanese goalkeeper standing against the wall suddenly laughed out loud.

His eyes were blood-red and swollen, but a hint of excitement appeared on his face.

"Ah ha ha ha, none of you saw it clearly, right?"

"But I saw it for real."

This goalkeeper strained to open his eyes, which were now just slits.

"As expected, big eyes are spiritless, while small eyes focus light."

"The Dragon Country aunties did not deceive me."

"With one kick from this Dragon Country man, that iron plate instantly changed direction and even sliced off some of his Second Brother's hair."

"Truly great leg strength."

As soon as these words came out, the entire Japanese Team looked at him sideways.

baka.

They had the urge to completely poke this pig teammate's eyes blind.

What's the use of seeing clearly now? What were you doing during the match?

If you had seen clearly during the match, would they still be here accepting this shameful punishment?

And when they were about to kneel and admit defeat, he actually started praising the opponent's leg strength?

Does he have a hole in his head?

...Stephen Chow touched his forehead and indeed felt a tuft of broken hair in his hand.

A drop of sweat immediately broke out on him, and he almost hugged Lin Pei's leg in excitement.

"Big Brother, you saved my life!"

At this moment, Lin Pei was also a bit lingeringly afraid.

Fortunately, his reactions were fast just now, otherwise Stephen Chow would have definitely had blood splattered on the spot and lost his life.

He waved his hand.

"It's nothing, Second Brother."

"It was just the effort of lifting a foot."

After a while, Stephen Chow wiped the sweat from his head and looked for Monk among the crowd.

"I say, Master Monk, I'll give you an advance on your salary right now."

"Hurry up and fix this hole, otherwise someone's going to die!"

For a long time, no one in the crowd replied.

They only heard a "pata" sound from above, and everyone subsequently smelled a scent of smoke.

Looking up, they saw a bald head at the opening of the hole.

Monk sat outside on the roof, leisurely blowing out a smoke ring.

"Benefactor, where are you looking?"

"This Poor Monk is here."

Stephen Chow asked with his neck craned up.

"Master Monk, when did you go up?"

Monk looked puzzled.

"Strange, I've been here all along, and you didn't see me."

As he spoke, his head moved slightly, and everyone suddenly realized.

Whoa.

It turned out to be Master Monk's head; they had just thought it was a big lamp next to the hole in the roof.

They were wondering why it looked even brighter than the other lamps.

Stephen Chow put his hands on his waist.

"Master Monk, what are you doing up so high?"

Master Monk was even more puzzled.

"Benefactor, what kind of words are those? This Poor Monk is naturally up here to fix the roof."

"This Poor Monk fixing it myself saves on expenses."

"Hiss, where are my tools? Why is my iron plate that cuts through metal like butter gone?"

Lin Pei and Stephen Chow looked at each other.

Holy crap.

That murder weapon just now was actually dropped by him?

They had thought it was a decoration like a steel reinforcement or iron piece next to the big lamp.

After all that fuss, it was his tool?

Stephen Chow took a step back, moving a bit further away from that hole.

"Master Monk, that thing of yours almost fell on my head just now."

"Are you trying to commit murder?!"