Chapter 141

Chen Yingxiong could already hear the reporters' discussions outside the press conference hall. They were speaking loudly enough for him to hear clearly.

Although it was hard to make out complete sentences due to the large crowd, he could still catch the key words.

Words like "that bastard," "admitting defeat," "serves him right," "hahaha," "sweet justice"… these echoed incessantly. Even if he couldn't hear complete sentences, so what? Did he really need to hear the full version?

Martin O'Neill naturally heard them too. He glanced at Chen Yingxiong and, seeing the kid's face was expressionless, couldn't quite figure out what he was thinking…

He took the lead, pushing the door open, and Chen Yingxiong followed him onto the stage.

Their appearance instantly silenced the room as everyone turned to look at them.

Chen Yingxiong looked at the reporters below from the stage. He could see smugness and excitement in their eyes.

He knew these people wanted to see him make a fool of himself, and he wouldn't let them have their wish. So, expressionless, he followed Martin O'Neill to the table and sat down beside him.

Once seated, Chen Yingxiong glanced at the table in front of him, which was already piled high with various microphones, voice recorders, and recording cell phones.

And most of them were placed right in front of him.

Martin O'Neill met his gaze.

How should this press conference begin?

Should they announce that they were there specifically to apologize? Martin O'Neill loathed the media, so he felt that would be a bit too much of a loss of face for Liverpool.

Or should he start with some pointless small talk?

Just as he was pondering, Chen Yingxiong spoke first.

"I know what you're here for, and you know what I'm here for. I won't waste each other's time. I'll say what I have to say and then I'll leave."

Chen Yingxiong went straight to the point.

The reporters below were immediately excited: Here it comes! Just from his tone, you could tell he was pissed… Serves him right! That's what you get for going against us!

Everyone merely showed their delight, but no one spoke.

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Chen Yingxiong's gaze swept across the faces of the reporters below, and he saw the changes in their expressions. He also noticed that the reporters in the front row were either wrapped in bandages or had their arms in slings. One person had even exaggeratedly put a cast on his right foot, with a crutch leaning against the seat next to him.

Clearly, these were the people he had pushed to the ground that day. But Chen Yingxiong didn't believe that a single shove from him could have caused this group to break their heads and limbs. If he was that strong, he wouldn't need to play soccer; he could just go into boxing or MMA, and the world champion belt would be his in no time.

This was clearly done for show.

"But before I speak, let me show you something."

After saying that, he nodded towards the Liverpool press officer.

The press officer understood and pressed the remote control for the projector. A video appeared on the white screen beside the stage.

Anyone who had participated in the siege of Chen Yingxiong and Götze that day recognized the scene immediately! But the angle was different from their first-person perspective. It was filmed from behind Chen Yingxiong and Götze, or rather, from inside the yard, and the angle was somewhat high, a bird's-eye view.

"This is the footage from the security camera outside my front door." Chen Yingxiong pointed to the large screen. "I originally got it to deter thieves…"

This time, he was telling the truth. Although he had used fake videos as evidence twice before, this time it was genuine.

He had indeed installed multiple security cameras in his home, not just at the front door, but also in the yard and inside the house.

The purpose was, as he said, to deter thieves.

Many soccer players had experienced burglaries while they were away competing, because no one was home. Losing money was one thing; those things could be earned back. But losing their trophies and medals would be a much greater loss. These items were priceless, symbolizing the honors they had received and the beautiful memories they held.

Chen Yingxiong had so many trophies that he needed to prepare a special room to display them. It was clear how many trophies and medals he had, all kinds, a dazzling array filling all four walls of the room. He didn't want those things to be stolen by thieves. Fortunately, Cabrera was a bodyguard, and installing such things was part of her job. So she bought some equipment, installed it herself, and set up a monitoring system. A simple but effective home security system was created.

Chen Yingxiong never expected that one day this thing could also be used to defend against paparazzi. Truly, one had to guard against fire, thieves, and reporters…

The video played, and the environment could be heard as very noisy. Reporters crowded forward, holding microphones and carrying cameras, eventually yelling and trying to squeeze in.

Götze and Chen Yingxiong were just inside the yard gate—the so-called yard gate was not the kind of high-walled courtyard gate that everyone imagined. Here, it is necessary to briefly introduce Chen Yingxiong's "mansion" with two gardens. Two gardens, one front garden and one back garden.

The front garden was very small, just the grassy space from the roadside to Chen Yingxiong's house, surrounded by a low white wooden fence and a ring of shrubs trimmed as high as the fence. From this point, everyone would understand why Chen Yingxiong wanted to set up a security system, right? For experienced thieves, this was completely undefended… Moreover, foreigners didn't have the same habit as Chinese people of installing metal security doors and metal security window nets. Therefore, the security of the wealthy area relied entirely on the local police and security guards.

There was a large garden in the back, extending all the way to the beach, with a very large area. That was where Chen Yingxiong held various parties.

In the middle of the fence in the front yard, there was a small wooden door, with only simple locking methods. If someone wanted to climb over it, it would be very easy.

Now Chen Yingxiong and Götze were at this door, with their own house behind them and a crowd as turbulent as the tide in front of them.

While watching, Chen Yingxiong said, "Mario and I went shopping and were blocked by you at the door. You insisted on interviewing Mario. When he didn't answer your questions, you wouldn't let him enter the door and even tried to break into my private residence…"

The reporters below, watching the security camera footage and listening to Chen Yingxiong's words, suddenly felt something was wrong—was this the tone of someone who was there to apologize? No way!

Some reporters shifted their gazes from the screen to Chen Yingxiong's face beside them.

And discovered that Chen Yingxiong was smiling at them!

Many people were shocked at that moment!

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"If I remember correctly, you are reporters, right? I would like everyone to enlighten me… Which British law states that reporters can enter someone else's home without the owner's permission? Are you police officers? Even the police need something called a 'search warrant,' right? Huh?!"

Chen Yingxiong, who had been smiling, suddenly raised his voice, startling many people into flinching.

"Are reporters so great? Can reporters just barge into someone's house and force them to be interviewed? You have the freedom to interview, but don't I have the freedom to refuse an interview? Even when arresting someone, you have to say, 'You have the right to remain silent'! What, when it comes to you, I don't even have the right to remain silent?"

Chen Yingxiong suddenly stood up and pointed at the reporters, cursing loudly.

His height of 1.96 meters, coupled with the fact that he was standing on a high platform, immediately created psychological pressure for many people, making them feel like Chen Yingxiong was as tall as a small mountain…

He pointed to those reporters below the stage who were wrapped like rice dumplings and said, "What's wrong with pushing you? What's wrong with pushing you? I'm thinking of buying a gun to keep at home. Next time you come, it won't be as simple as pushing you to the ground! I'll just shoot you all and say you were impersonating reporters to break into my house and rob me, do you believe it, you bunch of cheapskates?"

The reporters who were faking injuries immediately felt their backs wet with sweat—they didn't know why, but when others said these words, they only thought the person was exaggerating, but when Chen Yingxiong said these words, they really wanted to believe him… Because Chen Yingxiong was crazy, who knew what he would do?

People who were close to Balotelli were all a bit mentally unstable… They didn't dare to bet their lives on a madman.

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Martin O'Neill was already dumbfounded—wasn't he supposed to be apologizing?

Was there something wrong somewhere… No!

This was the real Chen Yingxiong!

This was the behavior he should have!

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"What kind of bullshit uncrowned kings? Others may be afraid of you, but I'm not! Haven't been taught enough of a lesson by me? It doesn't matter, I have plenty of ways to deal with you cheapskates! I'm telling you one last time, if you don't stop this harassment of Mario Götze, I will sue you for trespassing! My legal team is worried about having nothing to do, rest assured they will have fun playing with you!"

After Chen Yingxiong finished speaking, he glanced at the group of reporters below the stage who were already sitting on pins and needles, at a loss because it was completely different from what they had expected.

"You still have the nerve to ask me to apologize? Is there shit in your brains? You can even say such shameless things? I should be demanding an apology from you, you bastards!"

Want me to apologize to you? Dream on! I'll apologize to your hammer!

Want to see me make a fool of myself?

See who's laughing at whom now!

After scolding them, he let out a breath and said with a look of enjoyment, "That feels great! Thank you for delivering yourselves to my door! Thank you everyone for your cooperation!"

Then he waved his hand and left the press conference with a satisfied smile on his face.

Leaving behind a group of dumbfounded reporters and Martin O'Neill, who was covering his face and not knowing how to clean up this mess… If he had known, he wouldn't have let Hero come to apologize! Why did I even mention an apology, I really am… I really am… asking for trouble!