Chapter 122

The pop-ups are a mess, with a lot of Bandru advocates, but also a lot of people standing up for the Empire:

[1. Rodeo food is the original sin 2. Chris is not in violation]

[Some of the screen shots are really funny, what's wrong with getting your mech's head stomped on, you're not as good as the other guy, Gu Tunan bit Ka Rong's head off, right? Why don't you guys get all indignant? Some people always empathize with the weak.

Tang Bai couldn't tell for a moment if this was the Imperial Propaganda Ministry's water armies going down the pan en masse, or if someone's empathy had really been eaten by a dog, and he looked at the comments with genuine anger.

Tang Bai, the Little Mermaid, who was so angry that his tail slapped out little bubbles of gurgling air, rebutted by posting, "Chris didn't break the rules of the game, but he did break the spirit of the game! We're not angry because we're empathizing with the underdog, we're angry because we despise Chris for his cowardly behavior! The strong wield their swords against fate, the weak turn their blades against the weaker!"

The host on stage is announcing Chris' victory on behalf of the Empire, and there's not a lot of clapping and cheering going on.

Paramedics surrounded Bandru to administer first aid, and Bandru lay on a stand with blue lips, staring blankly at the top of the stadium, soaked to the skin and in a state of disorientation.

"Ru, how are you feeling?"

Breathless fear lingered in his brain, and Bandru rolled his eyes sluggishly, as if he had lost half his life, and all his strength had been drained out of him.

Mou Heng was heartbroken, Bandru was the youngest kid in the team, he was outgoing, and they all treated him like a brother, but after one game, he became like this.

Heartbroken and angry, Mou Heng looks up at the culprit, Chris , only to see Chris step out of the mech and give a faint sweep of Bandru, who is still breathing, and the alpha retracts his gaze and heads for the backstage without a second glance.

From start to finish, not even a word of concern.

This unconcerned attitude directly angered Mou Heng, who rushed up and caught up with Chris in the middle of the passageway, clenching the damn bastard's collar viciously, "Stop! Aren't you going to explain yourself? Why are you doing this?!"

Chris sized up Mou Heng for a moment, his expression calm, as if he wasn't the one being yelled at angrily, "It's a match, what's wrong with me beating him?"

"You can give him a hard time!" Mou Heng clenched his fists.

"Unprovoked brawlers will be disqualified, if you want to go down without a fight." Thin lips hooked in mockery, Chris pointed to his face, "Here, hit here."

Mou Heng kept taking deep breaths and his chest rose and fell violently, making it obvious that he was trying to suppress his anger.

The country of Proa didn't have a good reputation internationally, it was brash and generous to put it nicely, and barbaric to put it mildly, and Mou Heng didn't want to do anything that would discredit his country by punching someone in the International Mecha Cup.

He was panting and holding back again and again, his muscles tense as if he were a trapped animal.

"Alright Chris, ignore these losers." An Empire player who looked like a flower peacock rescued Chris's collar from Mou Heng's hand, and he put his arm around Chris's shoulder and playfully teased, "Just dogs who got bought off with a little favor."

Div After this taunt was said, it was like a stone hitting the water surface, the onlookers looked differently, and their murmurs quickly spread out in the channel, and if there was a live camera in the channel, the pop-ups would probably have directly boiled over.

Mou Heng glanced at the grinning Div and then at Chris, who had curled his lips in mockery. The two direct insults to his country made Mou Heng's face harden, and the anger he had tried so hard to suppress rolled over him once more.

"Say that again!"

Div raised his eyebrows, and after seeing Mu Heng's terrible look he smiled even more happily, "What, still want to make a move?"

The players were watching, whispering, and looking at the Federation and Empire teams.

The people know in their hearts that small favors refer to the federal support for Proia, and some people in the empire will privately say that Proia is a dog raised by the federation, but these words are said in private, and to tell it to your face such a reckless thing Div is the first one to do it.

"I've heard that the Div's mech is the Hermes." Mo Zheng copped, "Hermes is a rather anemic figure in mythology, and the Div fits the name of the mech quite well."

Bailey leaned against the wall, tsked impatiently, and said badly, "I don't want to race, I just want to beat him up."

Gu Tunan seriously said, "I regret punching less."

Xie Ruhang scrutinizes Div without saying a word, is it a coincidence that this Imperial player has shifted the conflict between the Federation and the Empire?

The phoenix eyes swept over the aggressive Div, Xie Ruhang slightly narrowed his eyes, in this moment, his mind flashed back to the underground arena with all kinds of bloody paths, Div stood beside Chris and felt a sudden chill sticking to his back, giving him goosebumps.

His smile falters as he tries to see who's in the middle of the gawking, Div doesn't spot Xie Ruhang and his eyes instead meet Andre in the crowd, the Prince of the Dominion and the Peace faction doesn't have a good look on his face.

Andre pursed his lips, stepped out of the crowd of onlookers and chided, "Div, that's enough."

Div shrugged as he grabbed a handful of his curly blonde hair and walked indifferently towards the rest room.

"I'm sorry, my teammates were not in good shape and didn't choose the best way to handle the situation, I apologize for my teammates here." Andre apologized politely to Mou Heng, who had a royal and dignified air about him that made it seem like bowing his head would be a sacrilege.

Mou Heng was full of anger, but when he saw that the prince of a country had apologized to him, it seemed unreasonable for him to get angry again.

Andre is taking care of business, and Chris walks around the two men like it's no big deal.

Halfway there, he was stopped by a "Widow".

That nightmarish sound of loneliness.

Chris looked back as if he'd been pressed into slow-motion playback, card by card, and met the gray-blue eyes that seemed to take nothing for granted.

Gu Tunan withdrew his hand from pressing the transmitter and calmly watched Chris's face turn green.

"What do you mean?" Chris's words felt like they were squeezed through his teeth.

Gu Tunan is not much of a taunter, but he has a good memory and ability to learn. After recalling the words Chris used to ruffle Mou Heng's feathers, Gu Tunan said in all seriousness, "That's the sound of my mecha, what's the problem if I listen to it?"

When he finished he pressed again.

Quack? There's melon?

Surrounding the eating crowd have run away from the harmonious picture of the prince's apology to this white-hot new battle, after all, watching people shake hands and make peace is not as interesting as watching people fight?

Fight it! Fight it!

The sight of everyone watching the play, the deafening loneliness, and the man Gu Tunan, a scene of déjà vu that instantly brought back bad memories for Chris.

The scars of Chris' defeat by the Widow and Orphan Frog Frog are not healed, they're still fresh, and Gu Tunan's hand is like rubbing salt into his bloody wounds.

Sprinkle a big pinch of salt.

It also sprinkled coins along the way, and came close to calling him a spammer by name.

"You Federal stinker!" Chris cursed in exasperation, comparing it to his earlier toying with Mou Heng.

"Well, ignore these defeated dogs." Bailee patted Gu Tunan's shoulder, mimicking Div's tone of voice in a conspiratorial manner, "He's nothing more than a bedbug that can be stomped on by just a frog."

In this aspect of provocation, Bai Li possesses a very high talent, Chris is about to explode with anger, "What did you say? Say it again!"

Bai Li lazily pressed the sound machine in Gu Tunan's hand, repeatedly bouncing in Chris's minefield, and "Widows and Orphans" resounded through the passageway, completely swishing Chris's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

Chris The fact that he was able to represent the Empire in the Mecha Cup already showed that he was an extremely good mech artist, he had a smooth ride, he was high minded and proud, and he was held up everywhere he went, which led to the mentality that he couldn't afford to lose.

In the midst of the incessant and ceaseless sound of widows and orphans, Chris shivered, unsure if it was from exasperation or humiliation.

Resentment blinded him, at this moment he only wanted to use the blood of these two people to wash away his humiliation, holding the mentality of "I have already fought two matches anyway, it doesn't matter even if I am disqualified from the match", Chris grimaced and rushed forward.

Scarred hands suddenly grabbed Chris's wrists with such force that Chris couldn't free himself.

Chris froze for a moment and looked to the owner of the hand, meeting the dark phoenix eyes.

That gaze is cold, like looking down on a dead person, no, it is looking down on an artifact, four eyes relative to the moment the cold pressure bang out, let Chris limbs stiff heart like a drum.

Reason and instinct told him not to mess with this alpha.

"If you have the strength to fight, you might as well save it for apologizing to Bandru." Xie Ruhang said coldly, his eyes holding warning and scorn.

If it were normal, Chris might have stopped, but he was on fire now, and after hearing Xie Ruhang's tone of voice as she forced him to apologize, anger snapped the strings of sanity.

"Good ......" Chris pauses as if to stop, but in the next second he hammers directly at Xie Ruhang with his other, ungripped hand!

In his imagination, he should have heard Xie Ruhang's screams next.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh-!!!"

Chris, who had taken the lead, erupted in screams as Xie Ruhang slammed the outside of Chris' arm on the hand he had grabbed, twisting Chris around as if it were a one-shot deal.

Before Chris could react, Xie Ruhang went for Chris's neck, hitting Chris's head without mercy.

It all happens so fast that everyone is blindsided as Div's light smile completely disappears from his face after seeing Chris's uncontested performance, and he watches with a blank face as Xie Ruhang swats Chris to the ground like he would a fly.

His long fingers drew a small bear handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it from his fingertips with a calm and elegant gesture, a habit Xie Ruhang had developed from spending time with Tang Bai, and he said slowly and methodically, "Chris from the Empire team assaulted a player from the Federation team for no reason."

Chris's brain went into a dizzy spell, and he fell to the ground, falling on his face as he listened to Xie Ruhang righteously say, "The innocent contestant in self-defense is requesting that the organizers disqualify Chris from the competition."

Chris : "......" Chris almost passed out from anger.