President Su no longer had the gentle and elegant look he had just had. Instead, he snatched Arong's phone away like a deceived and resentful woman and threw it at his feet.
He was so angry that he pointed at Arong's nose and cursed in a shrill voice: "Look at the damn photos, I don't believe in any photos, I only believe in the facts in front of me. Your photos can be fake, but he can't be fake. With him around, our team will lose again."
Arong made a bitter face and picked up the phone from the ground. Fortunately, the phone was quite sturdy, only the battery was lost. After reconnecting the battery, the phone worked again.
A Rong lowered his head and listened obediently to Su Rong's scolding. He felt more remorseful than President Su. He hated A Biao for his incompetence and causing himself to be implicated.
Looking at the energetic Wu Gang on the court, he really wanted to go to Wu Gang right now and verify his identity to see whether this guy was the real Wu Gang or a fake one.
Ah Rong whispered to comfort Mr. Su, "Mr. Su, Wu Gang was clearly seriously injured, but he was released from the hospital so quickly. He might have been on some hormones. I'll ask someone to do a urine test on him. Also, he just recovered from his injury and was released from the hospital. I'm afraid he doesn't have the strength to compete. We may not necessarily lose this game."
Arong said this but cursed in his heart, "Brother Biao, you bastard, how can you do things? You said you crippled someone, but he is still alive and well on the court, and you didn't answer my call. When I see you, I will shoot you."
President Su glared at Arong hatefully. Arong's words gave him a glimmer of hope in his despair. Perhaps Wu Gang had just recovered from a serious injury, and his strength would be greatly reduced.
He said with a cold face: "Find that damn Brother Biao and get my two million back. If you don't get it back, then you don't have to come back."
How could he know that Brother Biao was already lying on the cold morgue bed.
With a whistle, the game has begun.
What disappointed Mr. Su was that Wu Gang was in surprisingly good shape, as if he had been given an injection of chicken blood. His running speed, shooting accuracy, and rebounding skills were all better than before.
In the first quarter, Wu Gang scored 15 points, made three three-pointers, made eight effective assists, and grabbed seven rebounds, which drew cheers from the audience.
Mr. Su's eyes were spitting fire with hatred, and he almost wanted to eat Arong alive.
"I suspect this guy has taken performance-enhancing drugs. Please file a complaint with the competition committee."
A Rong smiled bitterly and said, "I have already complained. They said that they had done a urine test before the game and Wu Gang's indicators were all normal. They will do another urine test after the game to ensure the fairness of the game."
"Shut up, I don't want to listen. Have you found that Brother Biao?"
Ah Rong was helpless: "I can't call that guy, I have already used the connections of my friends in the underworld to find him. Mr. Su, don't worry, we will find him."
President Su was so angry that he wanted to hit Arong with a bottle of mineral water. "This guy clearly cheated us and ran away with the money. You idiot, what kind of guy did you find? This time he has ruined me badly."
President Su closed his eyes and leaned back in the VIP chair, and heard the counter beeping non-stop. Every time it beeped, the Yudu team scored a point, which made his blood pressure rise and his heart beat faster.
"I can't watch this ball anymore. The game isn't over yet. I'm going to be pissed off."
President Su stood up and left the VIP seat. He felt everyone's eyes were on his face, which was burning.
People around were talking about it.
"Boss Su from the Jiangnan team can't sit still anymore. He's about to run away. Haha, they're already 20 points behind. They're bound to lose this game."
"It's useless for him to come to the stadium in person. It will only put pressure on the players."
"The Jiangnan team will definitely lose."
A Rong quickly followed him: "Boss Su, wait for me, there are a lot of people at the game, be careful."
Mr. Su ignored Arong and walked into the parking lot with his head down and blushing.
A Rong followed carefully to the parking lot, and when he was about to reach Mr. Su's car, Mr. Su glared at A Rong coldly: "Give me the car keys, don't follow me, get out of here, the farther you get, the better luck you will have."
A Rong handed the car keys to Mr. Su. Even though he was scolded until now, he still fulfilled his bodyguard duties: "Mr. Su, please drive slowly. If you don't want me to follow you, I will let someone else protect you."
President Su said coldly: "No, I want to be quiet for a while."
Mr. Su got into the car, shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator. The black BMW drove out of the underground parking lot like a galloping wild horse.
Arong had no choice but to take a taxi and leave. Before he even walked out of the underground parking lot, he received a call from his friend.
"Brother Zhao, is there any news about that kid A Biao?"
"There is news, but you may not like it. A Biao is dead and is now lying in the morgue of the funeral home."
"Dead? How did he die?"
"He was shot to death. The person who shot him was one of his men. That man was also shot to death by Ah Biao."
"You mean, he and his men killed each other?"
"Yeah, there was also a guy who cut off his own hand and died from excessive blood loss."
"This is too absurd. Could it be that someone deliberately faked the scene?"
"It's true. There was an eyewitness, one of A Biao's men, named Qian Si. He said that the three of them got into a fight because they didn't share the spoils equally when they were drinking. I specifically asked my friend in the criminal police team, and he said that the results of the on-site investigation were consistent with what Qian Si said, so it shouldn't be wrong. The case has basically been settled."
"Oh, thank you, Brother Zhao. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time. Brother Zhao, can you do me a favor? Where does Qian Si live?"
Brother Zhao's voice on the phone was a little hesitant: "Arong, you want to go find Qian Si, he should be in A Biao's car repair shop, but I advise you not to interfere."
Arong is an ancient martial artist, and Brother Zhao is also an ancient martial artist.
Brother Zhao works at the Yudu Police Station and is well-informed. Arong could tell that Brother Zhao's tone was serious and couldn't help asking, "What happened?"
"Recently, Yudu has been in turmoil. It seems that a mysterious ancient warrior has been secretly attacking. A few days ago, all the masters of Tianquan Sect killed each other and died. I even found the leader of Tianquan Sect, Old Monster Ku Mu, in the files of the deceased. He is an ancient warrior of Xiantian Realm, and our level is only Earth Level. Do you know what I mean?"
"Hearing what you said, we really messed with a heavyweight this time. Ah Biao is the boss of the motorcycle gang. His subordinates are afraid of him and can only obey the distribution. How could they divide the spoils unevenly and kill him? Thank you, Brother Zhao, for reminding me. I have to pack my things and hide for a while."
"Hey, Arong, you have to be careful. This person is definitely not an ordinary ancient warrior. He kills people without leaving any traces."
Arong took a deep breath and felt a faint sense of suffocation.
(End of this chapter)