Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 632

Chapter 632: 631 Counterattack on the Spot Chapter 632: 631 Counterattack on the Spot ——Dead silence.

Despite Li Wei’s provocations and incitements as he waited, the stands right in front of him were utterly petrified, unable to react.

If they didn’t want to be caught wetting their pants, they now had to do their utmost to control their bladders.

Gazing at Li Wei’s radiant smile, they might as well have been looking at Lucifer himself.

Trembling in fear.

They probably wouldn’t be alright for quite some time.

It was only when the other spectators a bit farther away noticed this scene, they looked towards the dumbfounded crowd with puzzled faces, stood up in frustration, and curses and abuses began to pour down once more, as Gillette Stadium came alive again.

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However.

Li Wei wasn’t afraid.

Far from it, he revealed a satisfied smile and nodded lightly.

Continuing to backpedal, Li Wei made his way to Mahomes’s side, bumped Mahomes’s shoulder, “Remember this scene.

The more boisterous and ostentatious they are, the more it means they are afraid.

They use violence and foul language to cover up their incompetence and inferiority, and even victory can’t mask their fragility and fear.”

“We will come back, and we will strike back.”

He engraved each word deeply into Mahomes’s chest.

Involuntarily, Mahomes straightened up and looked again at those distorted, ferocious faces, feeling a strange sensation growing in his mind.

It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t bitterness, but rather a restless enthusiasm and passion rekindling the flame.

Soon, Gillette Stadium proved Li Wei’s guess with actions—

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They had seen that scene, they had seen the arrogant Li Wei, they had seen New England Patriots fans trembling and pissing themselves in front of Li Wei.

It was supposed to be a victory celebration for the home team, New England Patriots, finally a chance to puff out their chests, but what they saw was the defeated stray dog wreaking havoc on their own turf, and this struck the home fans’ excitement switch dead on, as a plethora of sweet curses submerged the Kansas City Chiefs in an instant.

More than that, there were mineral water bottles, jerseys, shoes, mobile phones, wallets, and so on, all hurled down uncontrollably in rage, the scene verging on chaos.

And it escalated.

At the post-game press conference, reporters swarmed like sharks, but they weren’t surrounding Li Wei; instead, they encircled Reed in layers.

“Coach Reed, how do you view Li Wei’s post-game provocation of the home fans?

Rumors say that Li Wei threatened fans with death, what is your view on this, and will the Kansas City Chiefs be punishing Li Wei afterward?”

As easily as flipping one’s hand.

The reporter opened his mouth and set the tone, dumping all the blame and accusations on Li Wei.

Once it became a fact, Li Wei would be stuck in the predicament of a thousand fingers pointing at him—

Typical Foxborough.

If Reed believed that there wasn’t guidance from Belichick and cooperation from the New England Patriots behind this, he would be 100% sure he was being fooled.

However.

Reed wasn’t some rookie, to be disturbed by threats and intimidation from the reporters.

“I thought that investigating the truth and reporting the facts was the job of a journalist, but clearly, this reporter isn’t one.

Making conclusive statements without in-depth investigation or understanding of the truth, calling black white, inverting right and wrong, not knowing whether this is an individual’s behavior or the ‘fine tradition’ of the New England region.”

Calm and deliberate, neither humble nor arrogant.

Reed was still his unhurried self, beaming with a smile as if he were merely engaging in casual conversation, yet his words were sharp, pulling the entire New England region into the mix.

The next second, the smile on Reed’s face vanished, and, uncharacteristically, the Good Old Man revealed a stern expression.

“First off, let’s make it clear that Li Wei wouldn’t provoke fans, never has in the past, doesn’t now, and won’t in the future.

If the reporters choose to selectively ignore that, I don’t mind reminding everyone that as an Asian player, Li Wei is the minority in the League, and he is the one who endures provocation and attack.”

“But to this day, Li Wei has never had a conflict with fans.

He chooses to respond with his performance on the field.”

“Tonight was no different.”

“The point is, some rotten apples among the fans directed vile and filthy attacks toward our young quarterback Mahomes, even targeting his family.

It was in this situation that Li Wei stepped up to defend his teammate.”

“So, punishment?”

“No, I will not punish my players.

Quite the opposite, I’ve already reported to the League, demanding a thorough investigation into the matter and asking the New England Patriots to apologize to my players and my team.

I don’t think they are in any position to treat any player like that.”

“If this reporter or anyone else is ready to cover this issue, let me tell you, we will not remain silent.”

“We will strike back, both on and off the field.

So, do you have any more questions?”

Reed was angry.

It was rare to see him, completely dropping his usual demeanor, going on the offensive without holding back, and suggesting, between the lines, the cronyism endemic to the New England region—

It was only three years ago that the movie “Spotlight,” focusing on cronyism covering up church scandals in the Boston area, uncovered the dark history of the New England region stretching back half a century, winning an Oscar for Best Picture the following year, undoubtedly making it one of the most conservative areas in North America.

The confrontation at Gillette Stadium tonight was not the first and wouldn’t be the last.

Reed refused to condone evil or suffer in silence, launching a counterattack with the ferocity of thunder.

If media from the New England region thought that the helpless and weak Kansas City would choose to keep silent or pacify the situation, Reed told them with his actions:

This was far from over.

Now, journalists from New England had walked into the line of fire, willfully distorting right and wrong.

Reed didn’t hesitate to retaliate.

Rarely seen, Reed’s solemn face made the entire press room fall silent, completely quieting down.

Looking at the faces in front of him, feigning innocence yet stabbing in the back, Reed couldn’t help but recall what had happened just before coming to the press conference.

He had seen Li Wei, who hadn’t gone into the locker room but was sitting beside the staircase, appearing forlorn and bitter, shoulders slumped, devoid of his usual confident and chest-thrusting presence on the field.

Reed, slightly surprised, stopped in his tracks and called out to him.

But he saw Li Wei immediately pull himself together and regain his usual demeanor.

This brief moment made Reed realize that Li Wei, who always seemed invincible and indomitable, was also a living being with flesh and blood.

It was because he cared that he always went all out for the team without reservation; it was because he cared that he managed to ignite his energy and tap into his potential at crucial moments.

Similarly, because he cared, such a defeat was all the more painful and hard to bear, and the incessant attacks at Gillette Stadium certainly didn’t help.

Behind all the bright praises and attention, Li Wei was still a kid in only his second year in the League, having to maintain the posture of a captain in front of his teammates, not showing weakness.

He needed to shoulder the responsibility for the team, to lift everyone’s spirits in the locker room, and only when alone could he carefully let his thoughts surge and spread.

If it weren’t for Reed’s accidental glimpse, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.