Kuyt got up and turned off the light. After a brief period of darkness, a little light shone in.

Chen Yingxiong pointed at the curtains with his mouth. "Close the curtains, just leave a crack."

Kuyt pinched his nose and went to draw the curtains. "Stay away from me!"

He still felt very uncomfortable, but there was nothing left in his stomach to throw up.

"What are you afraid of? One of these things is yours, and the other you see every day..." Chen Yingxiong raised his hands slightly, and Kuyt quickly dodged.

"Alright, alright... help me open the window." Chen Yingxiong pointed at the window again with his mouth.

Kuyt pinched his nose and pushed open the window.

The noise outside was even louder now, carried in by the wind.

It was obvious that many of the fans downstairs had drunk a lot of alcohol. They were talking nonsense, even shouting things like "I'm going to fuck your mother and your father..."

After opening the window, Kuyt flashed to the side, but he didn't shrink back to the bed. Instead, he stood by another window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and peered down.

He still wanted to see what kind of shock the thing that made him vomit would bring to those damn Besiktas fans below...

Chen Yingxiong took a step forward and stood by the open window.

He took a deep breath, as if gathering his emotions, but this made Kuyt's stomach even more uncomfortable—because he thought of the smell in those two garbage bags, which weren't pleasant... And Chen Yingxiong's action looked too much like he was smelling the scent.

Just then, there was a sudden crisp *snap*!

Kuyt quickly turned his face away. Downstairs, near where the Turkish fans were gathered, lay a black garbage bag, with a pool of liquid spreading out from it.

It seemed someone had acted before Chen Yingxiong!

Someone had the same idea as Chen Yingxiong!

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Martin O'Neill was also awakened by the fans' noise. As the head coach, he was usually overworked and mentally exhausted, so he suffered from neurasthenia and had trouble falling asleep. He was already irritable enough, and being woken up after finally falling asleep made it even worse.

At first, he thought it was some drunk passing by downstairs, but then he realized that there were drunks, but they were deliberately looking for trouble.

He angrily got out of bed, but by the time he stood up, his anger had subsided a lot. Because he remembered what was most important about this game... not winning or losing, but safety, avoiding any incidents.

Whether it was the fans or his players, no one should get hurt.

If we lost the game away, we would still have a chance when we returned home. But if something big happened... maybe there wouldn't be another chance.

After pacing around the room a few times, he called his assistant coach, Sammy Lee. "Protest to the hotel, call the police! Tell them to get rid of those bastards!"

Then he didn't go back to sleep, but sat on the sofa with his clothes on, waiting for news.

Soon Sammy Lee came to knock on the door.

"The hotel has apologized and said they have already called the police..." Sammy Lee said after seeing O'Neill.

O'Neill shook his head. "That won't do. We have to call ourselves. Who knows how long the hotel will drag it out? They're run by Turks too..."

O'Neill really didn't trust the Turks.

Sammy Lee nodded, feeling that O'Neill was right. He took out his phone and called the police, explaining the situation in detail. After receiving a reply, he hung up.

"The police said they're on their way."

"Okay, we'll wait!"

Martin O'Neill had a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it. If he encountered something like this elsewhere, he would definitely blast the home team at the next day's press conference, but now he could only hold it in. Perhaps he would have a chance to speak out after returning to Liverpool.

For now, he could only do as he told his players, to endure, no matter what happened, endure!

So the dignified head coach and assistant coach of Liverpool Football Club were acting like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in their room at this moment.

Just then, the shouts outside were interrupted by a crisp *snap*.

Sammy Lee immediately stood up and looked out the window, then immediately reported to O'Neill: "Someone threw a bag of... water down there!"

O'Neill really wanted to blurt out: "Good throw!"

But reason told him to stay calm. Doing so would only provoke an even greater reaction, because that was exactly what they wanted you to do. If you stayed huddled in your shell, they wouldn't find a chance to bite you. Now if you voluntarily stuck your head out, wouldn't that be offering it to them?

"Damn... who did it?"

"This... I don't know."

O'Neill knew he was asking a pointless question, so he didn't say anything.

The noise downstairs only stopped briefly, then even louder shouts erupted.

Clearly, after being startled, those people were enraged.

Martin O'Neill covered his face with his hands. This was the worst possible outcome... No one would be able to sleep until the police arrived.

Actually, he forgot that even without that bag of water, those people wouldn't have calmed down until the police arrived.

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Because of the noise and disturbances caused by the fans downstairs, many guests resting in the hotel were awakened, and windows began to light up one by one.

The hotel front desk was also in a frenzy, with many guests calling and personally running over to complain and protest, demanding that the hotel get rid of those detestable football hooligans.

But the hotel was also helpless, because the fans were on the side of the road opposite their hotel. Although the road wasn't wide, it wasn't the hotel's responsibility... The hotel security could be on duty at the hotel entrance, but they couldn't control the people across the street.

This was a place that valued human rights, after all. People had the freedom to make noise on the street in the middle of the night, and their hotel wasn't a law enforcement agency. They didn't have the authority...

They could only call the police, so at this time everyone was waiting for the Turkish police to arrive.

But in fact, the people at the hotel knew that it was almost impossible to get the police to come quickly.

Hadn't similar things happened before?

The Turkish police were definitely Turks, and the Turks would definitely support their own team. How could they help Liverpool at this time? They would definitely dawdle and arrive later on purpose.

It seemed that the Liverpool people wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep tonight... How pitiful!

Alas, who told them to draw a Turkish team? Coming to Turkey for an away game was something they had to experience!

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Kuyt hid behind the curtains, showing only one face, watching the Besiktas fans below who were looking up and cursing.

"This move didn't work, Hero. They're cursing even louder, and it's even noisier," he said worriedly.

Chen Yingxiong snorted. "Tch! That's because the weapon's lethality isn't high enough!"

Kuyt shrank back, thinking that the lethality of your weapon is high enough, but aren't you afraid of provoking an even greater backlash... Anyway, if someone threw shit on me, I'd want to kill them...

Just then, Chen Yingxiong had already walked to the window.

He raised his arms, holding up two bags of "shells."

Kuyt instinctively shrank back again.

March 5, 2013, night, clear, windy, good visibility. It was a good night for an airstrike!

Chen Yingxiong turned sideways and stretched out the garbage bag in his left hand, then quickly swung his forearm, throwing the garbage bag in his hand towards the target. Then he quickly switched sides and threw the garbage bag in his right hand in the same way.

He quickly closed the window, pulled the curtains, and hid behind the curtains with Kuyt, staring downstairs.

If the boss hadn't repeatedly told him to restrain himself, he wouldn't have been hiding like this...

※※※

The group of Besiktas fans downstairs had specifically come to make trouble after finding out which hotel the Liverpool players were staying at.

They planned to use this harassment to prevent Liverpool from resting properly, so that in tomorrow's game, Liverpool would definitely be in bad shape due to lack of rest, and their physical strength would not be guaranteed. Wouldn't it be easier for Besiktas to win?

They had calculated everything perfectly, and the effect was very significant after they arrived.

The windows that had been dark before were lighting up one by one. Although they couldn't see the Liverpool players, they were sure that the Liverpool players had been awakened.

Just then, a garbage bag full of water was thrown from an unknown window. Everyone had been too busy being happy to notice, and when the bag hit the ground with a crisp *snap*, many people were caught off guard and startled.

After a brief palpitation and silence, there was a burst of anger!

Damn it! You bastards actually dare to fight back?! Have you forgotten whose territory this is?! Kill you!

So one by one, they raised their heads, pointing their middle fingers at the windows that they thought were most likely to have thrown the thing, and cursed without restraint.

"I fuck your mother! Damn English bastards! Come down if you have the guts, I'll hack you to death!"

"Liverpool scum, I just slept with your mother yesterday, and I fucked your mother so good! She even licked my dick! Hahaha!"

"Fuck your mother, Liverpool! Fuck your mother, Gerrard! Fuck your mother, Chen Yingxiong! Hillsborough!! Oh oh! Hillsborough! Good riddance! Why didn't more Liverpool scum die?"

"Damn! You think you can scare us by throwing a bag of water? You motherfuckers! If you have the guts, throw it again! You motherfucking cowards, you only know how to hide, throw it again if you have the guts..."

Before the rant was even halfway finished, they saw two dark things suddenly appear in the air, falling rapidly towards them...

During the fall, things were constantly spraying out of them.

One guy with his mouth wide open suddenly saw something flying towards him. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and then felt something soft and warm enter his mouth...

At the same time, a pungent stench entered his nostrils.

With two closely spaced *snaps*, the two dark masses exploded in the most densely packed crowd, and yellow soup mixed with black, yellow, and white, as well as other things that couldn't be described by specific colors, splattered everywhere!

For a time, the stench spread, and shit and urine flew everywhere. It was a truly magnificent sight!