Chapter 251: Pro Player Polk
"Phew!"
In the tennis court behind the rehabilitation center, less than 20 minutes later, there was a sound of wheezing and panting, and I saw that Leon, a former professional player who was still surrounded by his subordinates just now, was beaten like a dead dog by Tezuka, lying on the ground tired and panting, unable to speak. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"You may have been very strong in the past, but listening to you, you didn't have the spirit you should have as an athlete back then, and after being expelled, you have done all kinds of evil and put down all the tennis," Tezuka stood in front of the net, condescendingly looking at Leon who was paralyzed on the ground, with pity, hatred, and all kinds of emotions in his eyes, "The strength you used to be proud of has long since left you." ā
It's also to blame this Leone for having a hole in his brain, what is wrong to pick, but he wants to play tennis with Tezuka, and he feels great after being the leader of the gangsters for two days? The abused ones are like grandchildren.
After Tezuka said this, he didn't look at Leon again, turned around and was about to leave, leaving behind a majestic back.
"Stop! Do you want to just leave? Leon's two men were also loyal, and when they glanced at the boss lying on the ground, they gritted their teeth and stopped in front of Tezuka, took out their daggers, and saw that they were about to commit murder.
"Leon is just taking you two boys to mess around like this?" Seeing that Tezuka was about to encounter an accident, he suddenly heard a strong and majestic voice behind these two gangsters, his voice was flat and flat, his tone was not high-pitched, and the tone was not high, but it made these two gangsters have a feeling that thousands of troops were attacking behind them, and even their legs couldn't help but tremble.
One of them reluctantly turned his head, and when he saw the person coming, his whole body trembled like chaff, and his teeth rattled and collided, "Wave...... Polk, how are you ...... How could it be...... Will come here? ā
"Mr. Posey said that he met a good seedling the other day and said that he would invite him to the club to be a professional player anyway, and he has been asking for several days, but to no avail. He had something to do today, but he couldn't rest assured, so I said I'd come over for him. ā
I saw a bald giant man standing behind these two gangsters, more than 1.85 meters tall, with a body of horizontal flesh, horizontal there, as if it was an iron tower covering the sky and the sun. Although this person's face is evil, there is a righteous aura in his eyes, mixed with firmness and confidence, and he is obviously a master.
Polk snorted and said, "Fortunately, I came to take a look, otherwise such a promising young man would have been ruined by a few of you garbage men!" ā
"Polk, I'...... We're just the road...... Passing by, it was all Brother Leon...... Leon, this bastard, forced us, and as soon as we saw this little brother, we ...... You know that it is extraordinary, which ...... How dare you trouble him? One of the thugs forced his nervousness and trembling to flatter.
"Oh? Why, Wolfgang's matter, you don't pursue it? Polk gave the man a meaningful look.
This person was so scared that he almost peed, and the ten of them couldn't beat this Polk like a giant spirit god, he has a wide range of contacts in terms of power, and he can crush his group to death with a wave of his hand, what Leon said just now that he has to abide by his rules when it comes to this, it is all scary to deceive laymen, who really knows how to do it, who takes them in his eyes? Who would dare not take Polk in his eyes? Polk just crippled them today, and as long as they didn't die, no one would come to trouble him.
"No...... If you don't pursue it, no, that, Wolfgang stole property, and he had to resist arrest and hurt people, and be punished according to law, he deserved it, he ...... He ......" the man scared "him" several times, but he couldn't say anything.
I'm scared!
"Take that Leon piece of garbage, get out!" Polk's words made them breathe a sigh of relief, and they hurriedly set up Leone to leave, and when he passed by Polk's side again, he said lightly, which made the three of them scared half to death, "If I find out that you are looking for trouble with this person again, what will be the consequences, you know yourself." ā
"Yes, yes, absolutely don't dare, absolutely don't dare!" The three of them fled.
"Thank you." Tezuka gave Polk a serious look, bowed slightly, and expressed his gratitude. Pick up your racket bag and turn around to leave.
"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Polk stretched out his big fan-like hand, blocked Tezuka's way, and said, "I told you, I'm here for you today." Mr. Posey said that there are very potential seedlings, and I want to see your strength. ā
"I'm sorry, it's time for me to go back to today's rehab training." Tezuka owes himself again, and has no intention of staying.
"Your injury should have healed, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to play like that just now." Polk smiled and said, "Maybe you don't know who I am, let me introduce myself, my name is Jurgen Barisavich Polk, I am a German professional player, and I am seventeen years old this year." ā
"Pros, like him?" To Polk's surprise, Tezuka didn't seem to have heard his name at all, and the usual posture of the people around him who immediately bowed their heads when they heard the word "Polk" did not appear at all, but Tezuka's face had a slight disgust on his face, and he nodded in the direction that Leon and the three of them were walking.
"No, I think you're mistaken, that kind of garbage is not common anywhere." Polk explained: "Leon was in good physical condition and was favored by the coach to enter the club, but he didn't change his old habits, and he didn't make any progress after being a professional player for many years, just a bastard waiting for death. I'm not like him, so let's fight to prove it. ā
Polk's words were not inquiring, nor were they imperatively forced, as if he were stating a fact that had already happened.
Tezuka frowned, and was about to refuse, when suddenly the mobile phone on his body rang. "I'm sorry." Tezuka made an apologetic gesture, and Polk nodded, signaling him to be casual.
Tezuka picked up the phone and said into the microphone, "Hey, Oishi." Yes, that's right. I'm fine, don't worry. What did you say? Fujimine ...... Oh...... I see. I'll be sure to go back before the national competition, so don't worry. ā
"Smack." Tezuka hung up the phone, and his face was as cold as everlasting for ten thousand years, and it seemed to bring some happy smiles. But the smile was so small that it was fleeting, even Polk thought it was his own delusion.
But what happened next quickly proved that what he saw was indeed not an illusion. Because Tezuka walked over slowly, put down the racket bag on his shoulder, took out the racket from it, and said, "Please advise." ā
(To be continued.) )