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"Gentlemen, do you still have confidence in your IQ?" Qiu Ze had a charming smile on his face.

Listening to Qiu Ze's words, the reporters below were slightly startled, looked up blankly, and looked at Qiu Ze like fools, speechless: "Uh..."

When they saw the smile on Qiu Ze's face, they felt very unhappy and even disgusted. However, at this time, they really didn't know what to say or what to use to fight back against Qiu Ze. This recording of Qiu Ze gave them

The impact was simply too great, so shocking that they were stunned.

"No, no, this is not true. This recording is definitely not true." Suddenly, João Consantis of the "Lisbon Post" stood up as if he had lost his mind and said in a tone of disbelief.

questioned.

Listening to João Consantis' words, the reporters at the scene were also startled. Yes, who knows if this recording is true? If it is true, why didn't this guy take it out as soon as possible to prove his innocence?

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There must be something wrong here. This recording is fake. The reporters below suddenly came to their senses and stood up and questioned loudly.

Looking at the reporters who reacted fiercely, Qiu Ze smiled lightly and said very calmly: "As for whether this recording is true, I don't think you need to worry about it. Because I have already submitted her to the local court in Lisbon, and they will give it to her.

Everyone has an opinion. At the same time, I think Sporting Lisbon will also receive a summons from the court soon."

"Uh..." Qiu Ze's words were like a steel needle piercing the reporters' throats, leaving them speechless and frozen on the spot.

Qiu Ze's hand shocked them so much that they were knocked out of their minds.

At this moment, Qiu Ze dropped another bombshell, which shocked the reporters below so much that they almost had concussions.

"At the same time, I have also submitted the prepared information to the Portuguese Football Association. I believe that the Portuguese Football Association will uphold justice for vulnerable groups like us and keep racial discrimination away from Portugal!" Qiu Ze said with a smile.

Cruel! Too cruel! This kid is going to put Carlos and Sporting Lisbon as mortal enemies! The reporters who reacted took a breath. Qiu Ze's thunderous method was so powerful that some guys began to regret that they had just stood by Qiu Ze.

The opposite of Ze, isn't this making yourself uncomfortable?

When the reporter below looked at Qiu Ze again, he felt a little scared. This guy looked harmless on the surface, but he was really cruel secretly.

Inacio Augusto and Xavi Lewis, who were sitting next to him, had the same feeling. This kid is really not simple.

Now, Inacio Augusto has already mourned for Sporting Lisbon in his heart. Think about how Sporting Lisbon will face repeated attacks from public opinion, fans, courts and the Football Association in the coming days. What do you think?

Will Sporting Lisbon still survive?

How did the guys from Sporting Lisbon get into trouble with this perverted kid?

On the other hand, Inacio Augusto secretly praised Qiu Ze. Qiu Ze's combination of punches was really dazzling. Sporting Lisbon was unable to parry.

I wonder what kind of reaction Carlos and Sporting Lisbon people will have when they see tomorrow's report? It will definitely be exciting then.

At this point, the press conference has come to an end. Qiu Ze and others on the stage did not give the reporters time to react, and immediately turned around and walked out of the press conference room.

At this time, the reporters had no intention of stopping Qiu Ze and others. They immediately got up and rushed back. They could not wait to publish this explosive news.

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Bang!

A sound like the roar of thunder suddenly exploded in the room, and the huge roar almost shook the entire building.

Carlos, the general manager of Sporting Lisbon, furiously smashed the Apple laptop in front of him to the ground, causing a thunderous roar.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, you damn yellow-skinned monkey!" Carlos yelled with a red face and a thick neck, eyes blazing.

Sporting Lisbon is now on the right path, with a very good prospect and is expected to be revived. As the general manager of Sporting Lisbon, Carlos is of course in a very good mood. As soon as he got home, he began to browse today's sports news online.

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Now that Sporting Lisbon has a good prospect, Portugal's major sports media have also praised Sporting Lisbon and praised the new top management of Sporting Lisbon. This can satisfy Carlos's vanity. Whenever I see such reports

Carlos was very happy when he was there.

Therefore, Carlos developed the habit of browsing sports news online when he gets home tomorrow. Today, as usual, as soon as he got home, Carlos hummed a tune and turned on the computer to read the news.

However, as soon as he logged into the sports page, Carlos became sluggish.

The entire channel was filled with news of racial discrimination at Sporting Lisbon and the general manager of Sporting Lisbon framed the victim players. At that time, Carlos was confused.

It took a while for Carlos to wake up. He had a dark face, stretched out his trembling hands, and slowly browsed today's sports news. The more he looked at Carlos's body, the more he trembled, and the more he looked at Carlos's body.

The heart becomes heavier.

When he heard the recording Qiu Ze took out, Carlos' anger reached its peak. As soon as the recording stopped, the angry Carlos stood up, picked up the Apple laptop in front of him, and smashed it on the ground.

"Damn! Damn yellow-skinned monkey, I'm going to kill you!" Carlos roared with a ferocious face. At this time, he was like a monster with its bloody fangs open and its bloody fangs open.

Bang! Bang! Dang! Bang!

Carlos suddenly turned into a beast, beating things in the room crazily, cursing Qiu Ze bitterly, venting the unquenchable anger in his chest.

It took a while before the room became quiet. The room that was neat and tidy just now has now become a garbage dump. Carlos, who was exhausted, was lying in a pile of garbage, breathing heavily...

Carlos, who calmed down, was still full of anger, but he forced himself to be quiet. He knew that now was not the time to be angry. Now he had to face the coming chaos and think about how to solve this problem.

Only then did Carlos hear the phone ringing in the room.

Carlos immediately stood up and took the phone. As soon as he put the phone to his ear, an angry roar came from the phone: "It's chaos! Sporting Lisbon is in chaos! It's all fucking chaos!"

"Carlos, listen to me, if you can't resolve this matter, get the hell out of here!" came the voice of club president Franco on the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Carlos's anger, which had subsided, suddenly rose again, "Damn yellow-skinned monkey, just wait for me, I'll have a good look at you!"

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In a small building with a red roof and black walls.

Marcelo Abate was staring at the computer screen in front of him, his mouth wide open, and the dull and frightened expression on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

The screen on the computer is the news page about Qiu Ze joining Belamar this afternoon. The picture on this page is Qiu Ze and Belamar general manager Harvey Lewis showing reporters Qiu Ze's 10

Photos of the new jersey.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Suddenly, the stunned Marcelo Abate jumped up in shock and cursed wildly. His whole face turned red with anger, and their eyes stared at each other.

Like the eyes of a dead sturgeon.

"It's you again, you damn yellow-skinned monkey, it's you again!" An angry Marcelo Abate punched the table and roared ferociously.

"Damn it, did you get into a fight with me?" Marcelo Abate was very angry, "You were trying to compete with me at Sporting Lisbon, and now you are fighting with me.

I'm trying to steal Belamar's position. Do you deserve to die? Tell me, you incompletely evolved bastard!"

Marcelo Abate's lungs nearly exploded when he saw the news that Qiu Ze had joined Beiramar.

Just after Sporting Lisbon introduced a new midfielder, the team's head coach Paulo Bento told him that he would be recommended to Beira Mar.

At first, Marcelo Abate was not willing to let himself go to a Portuguese Liga team. Wouldn’t this be an insult to himself? However, after Paulo Bento’s persuasion, Marcelo Abate reluctantly accepted it.

Bellamar facts.

But who would have thought that Bellamar, whom he looked down upon, would reject him, saying that they had found a suitable candidate for him.

Damn it, a rubbish Portuguese Liga team still dares to show off in front of me? Damn it, Marcelo? Is Abate worse than others?

Go to hell! Bellamar! Even if you want me, I won’t serve you!

Originally, Marcelo Abate had forgotten about this incident. However, who would have thought that he would actually see the news that Qiu Ze joined Beiramar today.

All of a sudden, Marcelo Abate's powder keg exploded.

Damn it, can I be worse than this yellow-skinned monkey? Damn it, this is a joke, a big joke!

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey! Damn Belamar! Wait for me, wait! I will never let you have an easy time!" Marcelo Abate roared with a ferocious face.

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Sporting Lisbon head coach Paulo Bento also saw the news of Qiu Ze joining Belamar in his room. At that time, he was also surprised. He did not expect that Belamar said that they had found the right person.

It's Qiu Ze.

He also understood why Inacio Augusto, the head coach of Beiramar, said at that time: "Soon you will know who it is."

Paul Bento still knows about Qiu Ze's ability. He is indeed better than Marcelo Abate. Beiramar's choice of Qiu Ze is the right choice. Paul Bento is also happy that Qiu Ze can find a new club.

, he was still full of guilt for Qiu Ze.

However, when he saw Qiu Ze's counterattack at the press conference, he was stunned. Qiu Ze's counterattack made him confused, frightened and frightened him.

"God, is he going to kill Sporting Lisbon?" Paulo Bento muttered absently.

Suddenly, Paul Bento thought of the league's opening match tomorrow night, and he couldn't help but panic.

After a while, he stood up. He wanted to stabilize his players. The team must not have problems at this time.

However, when he rushed to the door, he realized that he was not in the club now, but at home. Moreover, it was still night.

Paulo Bento sighed in despair, feeling bitter in his heart. At the same time, he was also deeply worried about the chaos that the club would face next!

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