Bullying is too good at martial arts (110)
“Haha I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
D’Angelo smiled refreshingly with a casual expression on his face, but it was clearly visible in his flawless eyes.
Even the minute shaking of the eyes at the temples where the blood vessels between the eyebrows were momentarily distorted.
The public would have been easily fooled if a handsome white sports star spoke the truth in front of the camera.
However, Mugyeol already has experience dealing with all kinds of impostors in RCF.
It was not difficult for Mugyeol to see through the mask of pretense.
“You already know what I am talking about.”
“Well, I don’t know. I’m here to talk about fights, not to talk about Seon dialogue.”
“Senior dialogue? it’s not that grand It just means you’re an impostor.”
“….”
“You won’t be so stupid that you can’t understand this either.”
The air in the press conference room became cold due to continuous provocations of innocence.
When D’Angelo avoided the argument, Dave White hurriedly intervened to calm the atmosphere.
“Haha, I think it would be better to end the questions about Cha Moo-gyeol and Anthony D’Angelo. Now, to the next match…”
Then, as if D’Angelo had something to say, he raised the microphone again.
“I don’t know what kind of scam I’m playing. At least I know you have a misunderstanding about me.”
“….”
“I look forward to August more. Our fight will be a good opportunity to teach you.”
Moo Kyul did not miss the slight change in D’Angelo’s expression the moment he spat out the word ‘teach’.
Perhaps the word ‘teach’ during this press conference is the only truth.
What a doctrinaire and arrogant attitude to teach.
No result, D’Angelo glared at each other, and Dave White stepped between the two fighters with an effortless chuckle.
“Stop doing this and see you on the next tour. Let’s shake hands neatly like a sportsman and let’s finish it. huh?”
At Dave’s forced intervention, Mugyeol reluctantly held D’Angelo’s hand.
Cold, damp hands with no body heat.
“Ha ha ha ha ha. okay! That’s how men are.”
Dave White burst into forced laughter, but integrity and D’Angelo didn’t even smile.
The reporters tilted their heads as if wondering, and tapped their laptops.
“What’s wrong, why are you suddenly like this?”
“Are you buried in the concept of grinding your teeth?”
“D’Angelo is not a guy who doesn’t do mic work. Didn’t you know that?”
“How could you not have known? You just lost your humility.”
“Somehow, I want to cheer for D’Angelo.”
While all the reporters were looking at Mugyeol in wonder.
Only one reporter who was familiar with the conspiracy theory looked at the two players from a different perspective.
“Does this smell? Isn’t that right, Giju?”
* * *
After the press conference, Anthony D’Angelo hurried to his room on the top floor of the SC Hotel.
Fortunately, no one was in the elevator except D’Angelo.
“… How dare you fuck that dog…”
No one could hear him muttering.
As soon as he got off the elevator, D’Angelo frantically spread the hand sanitizer in the hallway on his palms.
To hold that filthy hand without a glove.
D’Angelo had to waste half a can of detergent to wash away the feeling of contaminating his cells.
“Whoa, whoa…”
Did he overdo it to suppress his excitement?
Feeling dizzy for a moment, D’Angelo exhaled while leaning on the table in the hallway.
“Whoa-.”
That fuck thing, that catch thing, that bastard.
How dare you call me a cheater?
Even in the midst of that, D’Angelo’s mouth continued to leak to himself and swear words like tongues.
It is a mask that has never been exposed to anyone during the 14 wins on this floor.
A wealthy white schoolboy, a sports star, an idol for children, and an object of envy for women.
Anthony D’Angelo gladly accepted the mask offered by the WFC.
But the nature behind it was quite different.
His father, who was a prosecutor and then a senator, taught him thoroughly from a young age.
It is a blatant lie to say that there is no superiority or inferiority between races.
We white people have ruled everything and will continue to do so.
Therefore, we have a duty to teach and guide the inferior race.
But what if there are angular stones that don’t want to follow the teachings?
Hammering should be applied without hesitation!
Anthony D’Angelo has been shooting shotguns since childhood, following his grandfather.
Taang-.
On his first successful turkey hunt, his grandfather gave him a hug and said,
“Look, Anthony. Thanks to the turkey you caught, I can eat delicious roast turkey for a week.”
“Your grandfather.”
“That turkey exists for us. So are humans. If there are turkeys that live for us, why can’t there be humans who live for us?”
“!”
“Don’t feel guilty about using another human.”
“…all right.”
From middle school, he toured detention centers with his father, a prosecutor.
The detention center was always full of criminals.
D’Angelo’s father always showed him only criminals of color.
“Anthony, these scum have trampled our land and set our houses on fire.”
“…”
“No matter how much you teach them, animals always have limits.”
“yes.”
“Isn’t it fun? All of the guys who do this are the same color. As if God had ordained it.”
“Right, Father.”
“What does this mean?”
D’Angelo’s answer to his father’s question was quite stern.
We and those are different.
Those aren’t human.
Unlike his three sisters who ran away, D’Angelo followed the family’s will.
The best thing about being an MMA fighter was being able to beat up people of color without feeling guilty.
Defeat all mongrels and become a champion to spread the superiority of the white man.
WFC 384 was also a process leading to that grand goal.
I didn’t expect to meet a guy like Cha Mu-gyeol in the process.
The look of knowing everything, the cheeky look that stared into his eyes while daring to shake hands.
As the moment came to mind, D’Angelo seemed to vomit again.
I’ll tread on you thoroughly, I’ll crush you so that you can’t even pick out the bones.
This dog is a fucked hybrid cub!
But at that moment, a woman’s figure caught my eye at the end of the hallway.
Pretty voluptuous Asian woman.
Perhaps because of the excitement, the appearance became more enchanting.
“Are you okay?”
A woman approached him, talking to him.
I felt like I had seen it somewhere, but what about it?
‘There are humans who exist for us’
Grandpa’s words flashed through my mind.
Maybe this Asian woman was also sent by God for me.
Just like the turkey back then.
“Can I help you?”
“…Yes, I would like to ask you a favor.”
I don’t know who it is, but it doesn’t seem like there’s anything bad about entertainment to cool the boiling emotions.
“Can I walk you to your room?”
“Yes, over there.”
Even this woman is kind to him.
D’Angelo headed to the room with the help of a woman.
It’s not bad to go to the bed in the room like this.
It’s even more beautiful when you see it up close.
His body smelled good and his hair was extremely soft.
It will be a good opportunity for her too.
Even though he is an Asian with an inferiority factor, he will take this opportunity to accept good genes-.
…
“!?”
When I came to my senses, D’Angelo was already in the room.
The woman took a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator and handed it to him.
“It’s okay, right?”
It was D’Angelo who finally came to his senses after drinking cold water.
what am i doing now
My father said that we should be different from the beasts.
No matter how well-prepared a roast turkey is, you have to decide where and when to eat it.
How is it different from the animals in the detention center that it is so gluttonous?
Besides, isn’t it the tour period now?
I almost made a big mistake.
D’Angelo, who came to his senses, lightly greeted the woman and smiled.
“thank you. Thanks to that, I was able to come to my room safely.”
“Are you okay?”
“yes. It was short, but I will never forget the 5 meters I walked with you.”
The woman covered her mouth as if impressed.
D’Angelo escorted the woman out the door.
“If there is a relationship, we can meet again. Enter carefully.”
“…yes. It was nice.”
So the door to the room was closed.
While D’Angelo was lying on the bed and cooling off his heated emotions, the woman hurriedly left the hotel and took a taxi.
“Woo-wook.”
The hand covering the mouth is actually to endure nausea.
“What’s wrong with a 5 meter old bastard?”
“Hey, be scared.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, driver. Please go to Hannam-dong.”
“Heh heh yes yes.”
The identity of the woman with thick talk was Kang Hye-min, a senior reporter for ‘Brawlers’.
* * *
“It’s real! Did I see it all!?”
“Then, please explain step by step what you saw.”
Kang Hye-min, who visited the home of flawless in the morning, raised his blood and explained what he had seen and heard.
“Okay then, I’ll explain the main point in a simple way.”
“yes.”
“D’Angelo, that guy was a total dog swindler.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“Aren’t you surprised?”
“Keep talking.”
“all right. I also had a press conference yesterday.”
“sure. I know it when I see it.”
“Anyway, everyone only praises her, but I think I’m cheap.”
“Which part?”
“I don’t know. It just seemed like a scammer.”
“You look like a reporter.”
“So I went up to the room where he was staying, and he was cursing Flawless in the hallway!”
“What are you swearing at?”
“Just… Ugh I don’t know. I hate to say it.”
“I can curse at something.”
“Even if it’s a racist slur?”
“…”
“And he was washing his hands thoroughly with detergent. Just like the person who hates the world for joining hands with No-Keol.”
“That’s a problem.”
“I mean! You said you were a piece of garbage!?”
Kang Hye-min nodded vigorously, and Moo-gyeol raised a question again.
“So what did you do?”
“How do you do that? I went into his room.”
“…yes?”
Mugyeol was taken aback, but Kang Hyemin continued talking as if it was nothing.
“I wrote a bit about beauty, and it came off easily. I guess I’m not dead yet.”
“…You went into the room?”
“yes. I went in and secretly left a tape recorder in the gap between the sofas.”
“…”
“Don’t look at me like that. You know I’m wrong too, right?”
“…Reporter.”
“Even a flawless player knows that. In order for a conspiracy theory to not end as a conspiracy theory, it needs physical evidence.”
Hyemin Kang had a proud expression on her face, but Mugyeol let out a deep sigh.
“Reporter, I know you’re cool and great, but don’t do anything too risky.”
“Oh my sister, are you worried about me?”
“of course.”
When Mugyeol replied seriously to the playful words, Kang Hye-min’s expression slightly reminded him.
“What are you worried about?”
“I heard you wrote a beauty pageant.”
“…Yes?”
“And what if he got more aroused than necessary?”
“That’s…”
“Isn’t it something that might have happened?”
Even though Moo Gyeol was seven years younger than herself, strangely Kang Hye Min couldn’t laugh at his words.
“Ah, okay. I will be careful in the future.”
“is it so. And thank you.”
“yes? What?”
“D’Angelo investigated. Thanks to that, I can definitely find out who the child is.”
“That’s about it.”
“I will leave that investigation to the reporter.”
“Leave it to me.”
“Whatever comes out, I’m going to explode it after the game.”
“Are you okay?”
“are you okay. Isn’t it the most thrilling when public opinion is overturned?”
“all right.”
“Always be careful because I’m worried. OK?”
When Mugyeol said that, Hyemin Kang’s face turned red once more.
I must be crazy!
“Anyway, the report is over. I will go now.”
“Go in carefully.”
Kang Hye-min, who was about to leave after speaking, took a deep breath and turned around.
“Then, when we come back to Korea, we eat together.”
“Is the reporter living there?”
“Sure, who am I?”
“great. Then I will buy the alcohol.”
“!”
Kang Hye-min almost shouted ‘Nice!’
“Then see you next time.”
“yes.”
Kang Hye-min awkwardly waved her hand and left the house.
Dong-gil, who came out of the kitchen belatedly, appeared with a set of refreshments with a sad look on his face.
“what? are you gone already? They told me to bring some tea and go…”
“Okay, what kind of tea is it?”
“But Mugyeol, are you quite good too?”
“hmm?”
“This father makes me curious.”
“…what?”
“Is your mother really going to come first? My daughter-in-law will come first… Keheh!”
“It’s not like that.”
“Wow, martial arts players hit people!”
* * *
Regardless of Kang Hye-min’s conspiracy theory, the WFC 384 tour schedule went smoothly.
Four days in Seoul, then through China and Mongolia, around Europe, and finally to the eastern part of the American continent.
Throughout the tour, Mugyeol argued with D’Angelo, saying, ‘Reveal your true colors’.
D’Angelo responded with a masked poker face.
Public opinion slowly began to deteriorate due to the provocation of Innocent.
‘It’s not nice to argue with D’Angelo.’
‘I have to do trash talk while looking at the other person.’
‘I don’t even accept it, but seeing him do that alone, it seems like he’s in a lot of urgency.’
‘The epitome of a sudden riser. Will it collapse soon?’
There was a lot of negative public opinion, but Mugyeol prepared for the match without any refutation.
The words he left at the last press conference were simple.
“On August 21, 2024, everyone will see the truth.”
Time passed and the day of the WFC 384 match finally arrived.
[WFC 384 main event will be held as a double header!! A 10-0 record and a 14-0 record for Anthony D’Angelo!! No matter who wins, this match will break one undefeated record!!]
[This is a matchup that has attracted a lot of attention since the press conference!! Cha Moo-gyeol, who has always been a good player, took on the role of a villain this time!!
