bookbashuk Chapter 93 An Unexpected Incident? No, It's Death Coming!
Chapter 93 An Unexpected Incident? No, It's Death Coming!
Chapter 93 An Unexpected Incident? No, It's Death Coming!
Not far from the Emperor Hotel in the capital city is the Lingyun Hotel.
Zhalun Siriva sat cross-legged on the carpet in his hotel room, his phone screen lit up in front of him.
He stared at the Weibo post from Hu Biao that tagged him, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.
Beside him, his manager, Anan, leaned over and whispered in Thai, "This kid's gone mad. We haven't even started, and he's already built up this much buzz himself."
Zhalun did not respond.
He put down his phone and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
"—It seems he's truly unafraid of losing."
Anan was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
Zhalun didn't explain, but walked to the window and looked at the Imperial Sports Center not far away. For some reason, starting in the afternoon, he felt a chill on his neck and gradually became uneasy.
"Could it be because that kid is nervous? Impossible. Even if a nineteen-year-old has mastered that person's teachings, how powerful can he be? Whether it's the time he's spent cultivating or his combat experience, he's far inferior to me. Why would I be nervous?"
Zhalun Siliva stood by the window, looking at the night view of the capital, slowly calming his emotions.
His face was reflected in the glass; he was twenty-seven years old, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and the old scar on his brow bone was still clearly visible in the indoor light.
In his twelve-year career in the ring, he has seventeen wounds that require stitches, two broken ribs, and surgery on his right knee meniscus. In his view, these are all marks of honor.
"Never mind, I'll teach that arrogant brat a lesson the day after tomorrow, and then the matter with Dongguo will be over." This time, he gained a lot in Dongguo. Although he understood that there were forces pushing him to do certain things, he didn't care.
The tentacles of a superpower have long since spread to the countries of Southeast Asia. In the face of true power, a mere boxing champion from Thailand is no different from an ant.
A gentle breeze blew into the room through the half-open window, brushing against his body and then over the magnificent crystal chandelier on the ceiling. A cone-shaped crystal piece, seemingly loosened over time, was blown by the wind and fell onto the carpet without a sound.
Zhalun raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck. The gust of wind had made his neck feel even colder, but he didn't care since he had already figured it out. He turned and walked towards the bathroom, intending to take a shower and relax.
This is the top-floor suite of Lingyun Hotel, 240 square meters, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the Imperial Sports Center. It costs 8,888 yuan per night, arranged by the organizer. The carpet is camel-colored and three centimeters thick. Stepping on it feels like walking on clouds, and things falling on it are also silent, such as those small crystal parts.
Zhalun walked past the coffee table and saw the phone still on it. He subconsciously bent down to pick it up.
Then, he felt himself step on something.
He looked down and saw a transparent, cone-shaped component less than two centimeters in diameter with a sharp tip on the carpet beneath his feet.
Luckily he was wearing shoes, otherwise he would have poked his foot.
Where did it come from?
A question flashed through my mind, and I instinctively bent down to pick up the part. Just then, the carpet under my feet inexplicably slipped.
At that moment, his center of gravity shifted downwards. The carpet beneath his feet slid a short distance, but the movement was sudden and rapid, instantly disrupting his balance. Instinctively, he reached for the coffee table, only to find it slippery with grease. His instinctive, heavy touch caused it to slip violently, and he instantly lost all balance.
Caught completely off guard, his body suddenly leaned forward and crashed heavily to the ground. By sheer bad luck, his left knee landed squarely on the hardened glass coffee table. His knee, honed over twenty years of training, was tough enough to shatter one side of the coffee table into pieces.
Pole!
A sound like a dry branch snapping came to my ears; it was the sound of a ligament being torn.
Then came a sharp pain!
Zhalun let out a muffled groan and fell to his side. At the same time, one side of the coffee table shattered and fell down as well. The sharp glass pieces splattered down, not heavy, but the edges of the glass were sharp, and unfortunately, they cut his upper right side, causing blood to splatter.
Zhalun fell backward onto the camel-colored carpet, a sharp, tearing pain shooting through his left knee and right ankle at the same time.
His mouth was open, but no sound came out. Years of ring training had given him an extremely high tolerance for pain, but at this moment he had no one to fight against, and the pain poured into his consciousness purely and indiscriminately.
He stared at the ceiling.
A crystal chandelier hangs on the ceiling, quietly reflecting a warm light.
"Anan!" Five seconds later, he finally let out a hoarse cry.
At the same time.
Emperor Hotel, Room 812.
Hu Biao blinked and exited the higher-dimensional vision.
The image of the penthouse suite at Lingyun Hotel vanished like smoke.
"Damn it, this bastard, how dare he provoke us at a time like this!"
In the president's office of the Traditional Martial Arts Association, Luo Zhenkun stared at Hu Biao's Weibo on the screen, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted angrily.
"Forget it, President. This is how all Gen Z kids are these days. It's just a matter of cleaning up the workplace. There's no need to get so angry over such a reckless person. We'll teach him a lesson after this exchange competition."
Just then, the phone on the table rang loudly. He frowned slightly when he saw the caller ID, answered the phone, and then his expression first became puzzled, then turned strange, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
"Injured? How could that be?"
"He fell and got hurt? He fell and got hurt in his room? Are you crazy? He's not seventy or eighty years old, how could he fall and get hurt in his room?"
"What? Left knee? Right foot? Torn ligaments?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Then, he remained motionless with the phone pressed against his ear for a full ten seconds.
With a bang, he slammed the phone to the ground.
Xu Shimin, who was on the sofa, sat up straight. "Chairman, what happened?"
"What happened? This is unbelievable!" Luo Zhenkun gasped for breath, his tone still filled with disbelief. "They said Zhalun fell in his room and was seriously injured, so he can't participate in the exchange competition."
"Huh?" Xu Shimin stared with his mouth agape, looking like he thought, "Are you out of your mind?"
However, seeing Luo Zhenkun's expression, his face suddenly changed. "Are you sure? How did they handle it? Did they take him to the hospital?"
"The incident just happened, and we were just about to call an ambulance."
"Don't call out!" Xu Shimin seemed to have thought of something and quickly took out his phone. "We can't make a big fuss. Keep this a secret for now."
Luo Zhenkun seemed to realize something as well, and quickly said, "Yes, yes, yes, we can't make a big fuss. We need to keep it a secret for now. There are too many people in the hospital, and it would be bad if it leaked out."
He then quickly made a phone call, gave a few instructions, hung up, and then looked at Xu Shimin, asking, "Shimin, what should we do now?"
"This matter has generated a lot of public opinion online. If we were to announce Zhalun's injury and withdrawal from the competition just like that, it would definitely cause an even bigger uproar and be detrimental to the association's reputation, so—"
"So what?"
"So, we'll just have to trouble that kid to withdraw from the competition."
"Withdraw from the competition voluntarily? How could that be? That kid is a reckless brat, and besides—"
"Let Mr. Zhao go, and quickly, that's the safest way." Xu Shiming's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a solution.
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