"Gentlemen, do you still have confidence in your intelligence?" Qiu Ze had a charming smile on his face.

Listening to Qiu Ze's words, the reporters below were slightly stunned, raised their heads blankly, looked at Qiu Ze like fools, and were speechless: "Uh......"

When they saw the smile on Qiu Ze's face, they were very unhappy and even disgusted. However, at this time, they really didn't know what to say and what to use to fight back against Qiu Ze. The impact of Qiu Ze's recording on them was simply too great, too shocking, and they were stunned.

"No, no, it's not true, it's definitely not real." Suddenly, Joao 61 Consantis of the Lisbon Post stood up as if he had lost his mind, and questioned in a tone of disbelief that I didn't believe.

Listening to Joao 61 Consantis's words, the reporters at the scene were also stunned, yes, who knows if this recording is real? If it's true, why didn't this guy Weishenme come out in the first place to prove his innocence?

There must be something wrong with this, this recording is fake. The reporters below suddenly came back to their senses, and they all stood up and questioned loudly.

Looking at the reporters who reacted fiercely, Qiu Ze smiled faintly and said very calmly: "As for whether this recording is real, I don't think you need to worry about it." Because I have already referred her to the local court in Lisbon, they will give you an explanation. At the same time, I think Sporting Lisbon will soon receive a summons from the court. ”

"Forehead......" Qiu Ze's words pierced the reporter's throat like a steel needle, making them unable to speak and staying on the spot.

Qiu Ze's hand shook them again, and their souls were not possessed.

At this moment, Qiu Ze threw another bombshell, shaking the reporters below to the point of concussion.

"At the same time, I have also submitted the preparation information to the Portuguese Football Federation, and I believe that the Portuguese Football Association will uphold justice for us vulnerable groups and keep racial discrimination away from Portugal!" Qiu Ze said with a smile.

Vicious! It's so ruthless! This kid is going to put Carlos and Sporting Lisbon as mortal enemies! The reporters who reacted gasped one after another, Qiu Ze's thunderous methods were too powerful, and some guys began to regret that they had just stood on the opposite side of Qiu Ze, wasn't this making themselves uncomfortable?

When the reporter below looked at Qiu Ze again at this time, he felt a little hairy in his heart. This guy looks harmless to humans and animals on the surface, but secretly he is really ruthless.

Inácio 61 Augusto and Harvey 61 Luis, who were sitting next to him, both felt the same way, this kid is really not simple.

Now, Inácio 61 Augusto has a moment of silence in his heart for Sporting Lisbon. Thinking about the situation in which Sporting Lisbon will face a series of attacks from public opinion, fans, courts and the Football Association in the coming days, do you think Sporting Lisbon will still have a way to live?

How did the guy from Sporting Lisbon get into trouble with this perverted brat?

On the other hand, Inácio 61 Augusto secretly praised Qiu Ze, and Qiu Ze's combination punch was really dazzling. Sporting Lisbon is overwhelmed.

I wonder how Carlos and Sporting Lisbon will react to tomorrow's reports? It must be exciting.

At this point, it was time for the press conference to come to an end. Qiu Ze and the others on the stage did not give the reporters time to react, and immediately turned around and walked out of the press conference room.

At this time, the reporters had no intention of stopping Qiu Ze and the others, they immediately got up and rushed back, they couldn't wait to publish this explosive news.

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Boom!

A roar like thunder exploded in the room, and the loud roar almost destroyed the entire building.

Carlos, the general manager of Sporting Lisbon, slammed the Apple laptop in front of him into a rage, which led to the thunderous roar.

"Damn! Damn, damn it! you. Mother. Damn yellow-skinned monkeys! Carlos scolded with a blushing face and a thick neck and eyes blazing.

Now Sporting Lisbon is on the right path and the prospects are very good and there is hope for a revival. Carlos, the general manager of Sporting Lisbon, is of course in a pretty good mood, and as soon as he gets home, he starts browsing the Internet for today's sports news.

Now that Sporting Lisbon has a good future, Portugal's major sports media have also praised Sporting Lisbon's new management, which is very much satisfying Carlos's vanity. Whenever he saw such a report, Carlos was very happy.

So, Carlos got into the habit of going home tomorrow and reading sports news online. Today, as usual, as soon as he got home, Carlos turned on his computer humming a little song and prepared to browse the news.

However, as soon as he landed on the sports page, Carlos was stunned.

The whole curtain was full of news that Sporting Lisbon was shocked by racial discrimination and that the general manager of Sporting Lisbon had framed the victimized players, and Carlos was stunned at that time.

It took a while for Carlos to come to his senses, he had a dark face, stretched out a trembling hand, and slowly browsed today's sports news, the more he looked at Carlos's body, the more he trembled, and the more he looked at Carlos's heart, the heavier his heart became.

When he heard the recording that Qiu Ze had brought out, Carlos's anger reached its peak. As soon as the recording stopped, an angry Carlos stood up and slammed the Apple laptop in front of him to the ground.

"Damn! Damn yellow-skinned monkey, I'm going to kill you! Carlos roared with a hideous face, and at this moment he was like a monster with its bloody mouth open and its bloody fangs exposed.

Boom! Syllable! Clang! Cha!

Carloston turned into a beast, frantically slamming the things in the room, cursing Qiu Ze with resentment in his mouth, venting the unquenchable anger in his chest.

It took a while for the room to fall silent. The room that had just been neatly renovated had now been turned into a garbage dump, and Carlos, who had lost his strength, was lying in a pile of garbage, gasping for breath......

Carlos, who had calmed down, still had anger on his face, but he forced himself to be quiet, knowing that now was not the time to be angry. Now he must face the chaos that is coming, thinking about how to solve it.

It was only then that Carlos heard the phone ringing in the room.

Carlos immediately got up and took the phone, and as soon as he put it to his ear, an angry roar came from the phone: "It's messed up! Sporting Lisbon is in chaos! It's all fucking messed up! ”

"Carlos, listen to me, if you don't solve this matter well, you will fucking fuck off!" The voice of Franco, the president of the club, came over the phone.

Hanging up the phone, Carlos's anger that had already subsided suddenly rose again, "Damn yellow-skinned monkey, you wait for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu has you good-looking!" ”

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In a small building with a red roof and black walls.

Marcelo61 Abate was staring at the computer screen in front of him, his mouth wide open, and his face was dull and frightened, as if he had seen a ghost.

On the computer screen is the news page where Qiu Ze joined Bellamar this afternoon. The picture on this page is a photo of Qiu Ze and Bellamar, general manager Xavi 61 Luiz, showing the new No. 10 shirt to reporters.

"Damn! Damn, damn it, damn it! Suddenly, the stunned Marcelo 61 Abate jumped up with a scream, cursing frantically in his mouth. His whole face was flushed with rage, and their eyes widened like the eyes of a dead sturgeon.

"It's you damn yellow-skinned monkey again, it's you again!" An enraged Marcelo61 Abate slammed his fist on the table, roaring with a hideous face.

"you. Mother. Yes, are you on a par with your brother? Marcelo 61 Abate was very angry, "Fuck you are going to compete with my brother for the position at Sporting Lisbon, and now you are fucking competing with Lao Tzu for the position of Bellamar, are you fucking damned, you say, you incomplete evolution!" ”

When I saw the news that Qiu Ze had joined Belamar, Marcelo's lungs were about to explode.

Just after Sporting Lisbon brought in a new midfielder, the team's manager, Paulo 61 Bento, told him that he would be recommended to Belamar.

At first, Marcelo 61 Abate was reluctant to let himself go to a Portuguese team, isn't it an insult to himself? However, under the persuasion of Paulo 61 Bento, Marcelo 61 Abate reluctantly accepted the fact of going to Belamar.

But who would have thought that Bellamar, who he looked down on, would reject him, saying that they Bellamar had found a suitable candidate.

, a garbage Portuguese team still dares to play in front of Lao Tzu? Fuck your mother, Lao Tzu Marcelo 61 Abate will be worse than others?

Go to hell! Bellamar! Even if you want brother, brother doesn't serve you!

Originally, Marcelo 61 Abate had forgotten about this stubble. However, who knew that he actually saw the news that Qiu Ze had joined Bellamar today.

All of a sudden, the powder keg of Marcelo 61 Abate exploded.

Fuck, Lao Tzu will be worse than this yellow-skinned monkey? Damn, it's a joke, a big joke!

"Damn the yellow-skinned monkey! Damn Bellamar! You wait for Lao Tzu, wait! Lao Tzu will never let you have a good time! Marcelo 61 Abate snarled with a hideous face.

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Sporting Lisbon's head coach Paulo 61 Bento also saw the news of Qiu Ze joining Bellamar in his room. At that time, he was also surprised, he didn't expect that what Bellamar said that they had found the right person turned out to be Qiu Ze.

He also understood that the head coach of Weishenme Bellamar Inácio 61 Augusto would have said at that time: "Soon you will know who it is." ”

Paul 61 Bento still knows about Qiu Ze's ability, he is indeed better than Marcelo 61 Abate, and Bellamar's choice of Qiu Ze is the right choice. Paul 61 Bento was also happy that Qiu Ze was able to find a new owner, and he was still full of guilt in his heart.

However, when he saw Qiu Ze's counterattack at the press conference, he was stunned. Qiu Ze's counterattack made him stunned, frightened, and frightened.

"God, is he going to kill Sporting Lisbon?" Paul 61 Bentto muttered distractedly.

Suddenly, Paulo 61 Bento thought about tomorrow night's league opener, and his heart couldn't help but panic.

He stood up suddenly, he wanted to stabilize his players, and the team must not have problems at this time.

However, when he rushed to the door, he realized that he was not at the club, but at home. Moreover, it's still night.

Paul 61 Bento sighed and felt bitter. At the same time, he is also deeply worried about the chaos that the club will face next!

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