Chapter 875 Kneeling Is Not Enough, You Also Need to Kowtow?

Kiatu was finally almost at the finish line.

But he felt like he was about to run out of steam.

His face had turned black and red, and the sweat slowly slid down his forehead, across his cheeks, through his chin, throat, and body, and fell to the ground drop by drop, shattering into pieces, and the clothes on his body were all wet. , it sticks to the body and is particularly uncomfortable.

Although he had just replenished his fluids, his throat had already begun to smoke, and his lips were even dry and cracked. He couldn't help but lick his lips, raised his head, and looked at the scorching sun. It could be said that he was in a terrible mood.

He originally thought that this trip to Xiangjiang would be the same as before, killing everyone and letting people in other countries and other cities see his talent in Chiatu long-distance running.

But who knew that after entering this land, the things that would happen one after another would become worse and worse. Even the marathon race that I was best at would turn into a piece of chicken in the end!

All this is because of that Chinese man named Zhong Mo!

How abominable!

I will never let him go!

Thinking of this, Chiatu gritted his teeth and rushed through the terminal!

"Seventy-eighth place, our old friend Chiatu, took two hours and forty-five minutes!"

The loudspeaker nearby announced loudly.

When Chiatu heard this ranking and this use, his face turned dark, his vision went dark, and he almost fell to the ground.

Seventy-eighth!

It took two hours and forty-five minutes!

This is the worst result among all the marathons I have participated in!

Even those kids couldn't achieve such results!

But who knew that Liang Shuzhen and many shameless reporters rushed over and put microphones to his mouth one by one, and all kinds of questions kept popping up like a barrage of questions.

"Mr. Chiatu, did you fail in your performance this time? This result is a bit disastrous!"

"Mr. Chiatu, before the competition started, didn't you declare in front of everyone that you wanted to win the championship? How could you get such a poor result? Are you too old?"

"Mr. Chiatu, has your life been too comfortable these past few years and you have stopped working hard?"

"Mr. Kiatu, have you admitted that your strength is not as good as that of Asians?"

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Chiatu was already in a bad mood. Hearing the harsh questions from these reporters, he felt like his chest was going to explode.

He waved his hands and yelled at them: "You, you despicable Chinese people, if it weren't for that Zhong Mo, would I have run so poorly? You, you bully us foreigners, I want to complain you……"

He raised his head and suddenly saw Zhong Mo mixed in the crowd, calm and composed, holding the hands of two beautiful girls and whispering something, which made him even more angry.

I was almost tortured to death by you, but you were there to pick up girls!

How abominable!

He pointed at Zhong Mo, strode away, and shouted angrily: "Zhong Mo, you, you..."

"Plop!"

He ran down the whole process and was already exhausted. However, he was interrupted by these reporters again and again. He didn't even recover his breath, so his legs went weak and he knelt there.

"Wow!"

Countless spectators saw this scene and instantly became excited!

What does this mean?

Is this an admission of defeat to Zhong Mo?

This black guy is so good, so man.

Even if you know your shortcomings, you are still a good comrade!

Zhong Mo was holding the hands of Yang Mi and Reba at this time, whispering quietly, but he didn't expect that Chiatu would come directly with such a big gift, which caught him off guard.

He quickly let go of Yang Mi and Reba, walked out of the crowd, and said to Chiatu with a gentle expression: "Chicken, in fact, this is a simple game. Winning or losing is really not that important. You There is no need to kneel down for me. If you really worship me and admire me and insist on kneeling down, then I can’t refuse!”

"Zhong Mo, you, you..."

When Chiatu heard that he called him a chicken and said that he worshiped and admired him, his throat suddenly became so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He struggled to stand up, but he didn't want to stand up halfway. His two calves cramped directly due to running for a long time and not receiving massage after he stopped running.

"Plop!"

Chiatu then knelt heavily in front of Zhong Mo again in full view of the public. This time, because the motion was too large, his upper body tilted forward, and his head hit the ground hard, making a loud "bang!"

The scene fell into deathly silence!

What's going on?

Kneeling is not enough, why should we kowtow?

Unexpectedly, Zhong Shen's charm is so powerful that even a big black guy like Chiatu is conquered by him!

Look at the admiration of other black men, just kneel down and kowtow, which is much better than us.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

Countless cameras rushed to capture this gorgeous scene!

Chiatu's forehead touched the ground, listening to such a harsh and taunting voice, he felt like a clown, being watched and humiliated by countless people, and his body was shaking involuntarily.

"Zhong Mo, you bastard, I will fight you!"

His mouth and throat were extremely dry, and he could only make a low and hoarse voice, so that the people around him could not hear what he said. He put his hands on the ground and struggled to stand up.

But he failed again!

Because several of his companions just rushed through the terminal, they accidentally bumped into him.

"Plop, plop, plop!"

The five black guys, including Chiatu, all fell to the ground like rolling gourds, and this time Chiatu lay directly on the ground, his chin hit the ground hard, and his mouth began to bleed.

"Chiatu, what are you doing? Why are you blocking the terminal?"

"Chiatu, you are our shame, we will never listen to you again!"

"Chiatu, you are a bastard!"

...

The four black guys finally finished the run and were ready to take a good rest, but they encountered such bad luck, and they fell down one by one, and then they cursed at Chiatu.

After this marathon, Chiatu's position in their hearts collapsed instantly!

Chiatu lay on the ground, his fists clenched tightly, veins popping out, his eyes wide open, and he growled with gritted teeth: "You four idiots, shut up, do you hear me?"

The four black guys were frightened by his loud voice, and they all sat on the ground, staring at Chiatu blankly.

After all, the prestige that Chiatu had established in their hearts over the years could not be eliminated in a short time!

Chiatu suddenly raised his head, glared at Zhong Mo in front of him, and said word by word: "I want to complain about you!"