Road 554 roared when he saw the injustice

Those people were very powerful in the local area.

He is also a professional player in the local football club, and his strength is very strong.

Frankie couldn't have imagined that those people would go to these professional players to come and find the field.

"Jack, Karen, what do you mean?" asked Frankie, looking puzzled.

Karen didn't respond, just smiled disdainfully.

"Pique, it's those damn black guys, beat them and kick them off the field!" shouted a boy on the losing side.

"Jack, you're really too weak, a few black people can't handle it, laugh at me!hahaha......" The one led by Peake laughed.

"Peake, please remember your deal with me!" Jack replied unhappily, "You're here to help me, I don't need you to laugh at me, I just need you to kick these damn black guys out of this stadium, this is our territory, and we don't allow these lowly people to come in and play." ”

"Jack, please be respectful. Frankie shouted, "From what you just said, I can accuse you of discriminating against black people and verbally attacking us!"

Jack didn't pay any attention to Frankie's words, and said to Peake, "I'll give you a week's pocket money, please get rid of them quickly!"

Peake smiled, looked at his brother who didn't make it, thought about the pocket money for that week, and reluctantly agreed.

"Remember, don't tell your father that I'm here to help you today. Peake affirmed.

"No problem!" Jack nodded.

Pique took two steps forward, and Frankie and his teammates saw Pique and the mustachioed man approaching, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Negro, get out of here, now!!" said the mustachioed man beside Peake.

"No!" a skinny black man behind Frankie shot back, "It's a public court, we love to play football, why leave here, why don't we play?"

"Why?" the mustachioed man smiled, "With this stadium now requisitioned by us!"

"You are scoundrels, you are hooligans, the United States is a country with the best law, you are not qualified to occupy the resources of any public place!" Although Frankie was afraid, he knew that he was not afraid at this time, so he straightened his back and walked out.

"Yo-heh!" the mustachioed man smiled, "Oh, you're so naïve, black. In America, the law protects us, not you blacks, hahahaha!"

"You...... You guys...... You're bullying!" said the skinny man behind Frankie.

"Don't speak, Larco, leave it to me!" Frankie looked at the mustachioed man with a fierce look, "We kicked us, why did you drive us away?"

"There are so many of us!" the mustachioed man smiled, and in an instant six or seven people stood behind him.

"What if there are too many people? Do you want to fight? We are not afraid of you? Even if the law protects you white people, so what? If it really gets into trouble, you will not have a good time!" Frankie is as strong as a cow, and when he is about to fight, he can fight three at a time without pressure!

The mustache was a little stunned when he saw Frankie, who was covered in tendon flesh. This person who looks like a cow has the same temper as a cow, and obviously does not eat hard.

"! Fake!" Peake finally couldn't help it and cursed, "This is the stadium, don't beep, use the ball to solve it, if you lose, get out of here and never show up again!"

"Good!"

There was nothing Frankie could do, it was the only chance they had to stay and play, and knowing in time it was a slim chance, he didn't want to give up because they really wanted to play.

But these blacks add up to six people, and it was already very difficult to fight six or seven just now, if these four professional players are added now, then they don't have to fight at all, and they just admit defeat.

Because you can't beat it at all!

Let's not talk about the technical aspects, just admitting defeat will lose nearly half of the way to others.

"Six against six!" Frankie, too, knew their inadequacy and immediately stepped forward to make a mark.

Pique is not an ordinary player, he smiled and did not agree, "We also want at least seven people, and we don't accept six-person games, if you don't even have seven people, then what's the comparison, quickly withdraw and get out!"

"But there are six of us!"

"Then don't compare, no one is enough to compare the ball!" Pique bites this disadvantage of insufficient personnel, and continues to salivate with Frankie, he even wants to just drive the other party away like this, and save himself to abuse them.

It's not good to anyone!

Frankie is a little embarrassed, there are not many of them who like to play football, many of their partners choose to play basketball, basketball is king in the United States, and black basketball is no less than white, so for the sake of status, for money, for more attention and respect, they gave up football and switched to the basketball department.

"Laco, look at whether Kirby and Jingxi are still at school, let them come and help us!" Frankie said to the thin man beside him.

"Okay!" Rakko picked up the phone and called their friend.

But the result was not as they imagined, "Kirby and Jingxi said that they both want to train basketball and don't plan to come over to help!"

Narako said.

Frankie lowered his head and said disappointedly, "Huh." Then, we won't be able to play, we'll have to leave the stadium......"

When everyone lowered their heads in disbelief and was about to leave, Ouyang Qingfeng walked out from the side, "Don't go, join me to kick together!"

Hearing this, Frankie's eyes widened.

Ouyang Qingfeng in front of him was like a god descending from heaven, speaking Chinese-flavored English, and his handsome face was simply his recognition and yearning for the gods.

"Oh, you...... Do you really want to play with us?"

At this time, Frankie's relationship is not whether he can play, but that someone is willing to help him play.

This is their pure heart!

Ouyang Qingfeng nodded and responded, "Of course! Lu roared when he saw injustice, he would make a move when it was time to make a move, I am willing to help you! I hate the way they look down on others!"

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

"Frankie, he ...... He's so thin, can he play football?" The man who saw that Ouyang Qingfeng's figure was not as muscular as the American's, and asked with some concern, "Will he be injured by Pique's collision, then we ...... We don't have the money to pay him!"

"This ......" was said by Larco, and Frankie reacted.

Also, not everyone is like themselves, and they are as strong as a bull.

Ouyang Qingfeng also saw their worries, and smiled shallowly, "But please rest assured that I won't let myself be hurt, and they don't have the ability to hurt me!"

Although this sentence is very pretending, Ouyang Qingfeng feels that he is really sorry for himself after recovery if he doesn't pretend to be at this time.

There are enough people, and the game is about to start.

Peake laughed when he saw Frankie find a yellow man to help, and before he could start.

In his eyes, the football of the yellow race can only be described by a bad word!

"Jack, look at how I kicked them out of this field!" Peake said smugly, then he called out to Mustache and his two teammates, "Guys, show them how powerful you are!"