Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 631: Murderous Intent

"Bastard!"

"Haha, you bastard! Your father is a bastard, and your mother is a bastard of a ***. They are a match made in heaven, and in the end, you, a bastard, were born!"

"Shame! You are a shame!"

"Go back your ass! You are not welcome in this glorious land! XX, XXXXX!"

The dirty words are unbearable.

One sentence after another, hideous and bloody, dirty and ugly.

It's always like this on the road in football games, but tonight it was more serious and more rampant than ever before. Those distorted faces were like demons, and the worst thing was that those words not only attacked the players, but also targeted innocent family members.

They shouldn't involve the players' families, shouldn't ask about the players' mothers and siblings.

Mahomes, who had been trapped in guilt and regret, had no time to worry about these things, but now, those sharp and piercing sounds broke through his defense and penetrated into his ears, and the boiling emotions were thrown into the raging fire, and the anger instantly devoured his reason.

Damn it!

Mahomes clenched his fists and turned around abruptly. His childish face showed a fierceness, but he lost his way in the crowd of hideous faces that blurred into one.

There were not just one or two, but hundreds and thousands of them, connected together in a mighty force, and a bloody storm was blowing in our faces.

At this moment, a figure rushed past Mahomes, leaving behind the back of No. 23, and rushed forward like a flash of lightning.

Angry and murderous.

Clark was frightened by Levi who was coming towards him.

He had never seen Levi like this before.

In my impression, Levi is always calm and composed. Even when standing on the edge of a cliff, he can still chat and laugh with ease. It seems that nothing can disturb Levi's mood.

But at this moment, Levi burst out with murderous aura, like a flame. A single look made Clark feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body numb and stiff in place, and he hurriedly looked away.

Burns took a step forward, "Levi!"

however.

This time Burns was unable to stop Levi.

He took a step forward, like a devil out of a gate, walking faster and faster, rushing forward more and more fiercely, staring fearlessly at the huge blue wave in front of him with its fangs and claws bared.

Suddenly, Levi threw his helmet to the ground, and the water bottle, helmet, towel, and bench all exploded and flew everywhere. This frightened the grinning fans in front of them. Before they could react, they realized that the devil in their pupils was coming towards them in an unstoppable manner.

His face was flushed and sweat was pouring down, like a devil who had just fought his way out of hell.

scare!
The murderous aura gripped his throat, and the bodies in the audience stands couldn't help but lean back slightly. But before he could swallow his saliva, the devil pounced on him in an unstoppable manner. His knees softened, his shoulders loosened, and he could actually feel that his bladder was about to lose control.

Levi, coming up——

With his hands supporting himself on the stadium stands, with a little effort, he was already standing upright on the railing of the stands, looking down at the group of cowards in front of him who looked tough on the outside but were weak on the inside. His tall and strong figure cast a shadow, covering the entire stadium like Lucifer spreading his wings.

One by one, they huddled together, trembling: weak, humble, and helpless.

This moment has become a classic at Gillette Stadium.

The white No. 23 rose to the challenge in the midst of the storm, fighting one against a hundred, and was surrounded by huge blue waves. However, that upright and heroic figure was fearless, and with his own strength he suppressed the huge and continuous waves before him.

Bustling and densely packed, huge blue waves continued to surge towards that figure, but all lowered their proud heads and surrendered at the feet of White No. 23.

The moment is frozen in time for eternity.

Of course, that’s not all.

There were still a few people who stood up, clenched their fists, foamed at the mouth, and continued to wave their fists and curse. Then, they entered Levi's field of vision.

Levi glared at these troublemakers with his eyes wide open. There was no noise or quarrel, and his voice vented towards them unhindered.

"explain."

"go on."

"I'll strangle you like a bug, and then we'll see who's the plankton that sticks its ass up and keeps wagging its tail for mercy."

"Say. Go on. Please."

One sentence after another, every word is like a torrential rain.

One after another, Levi glanced over and made eye contact with every threatening paper tiger.

There was no swearing, no foul language, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the bloody smell filled the entire place.

It was not until now that this group of poor fans remembered one thing: what does it mean to come from a mixed martial arts background? The murderous aura was inadvertently revealed in their smiles and postures, as if their hands were really covered in blood. Their bodies were steaming, and their taut arms were full of strength. Their towering figures completely covered the area, making them look particularly small.

They huddled together like little animals, with their shoulders hunched and leaning against the backs of their chairs. They truly believed that Levi would do what he said.

That smile is more terrifying than a threat.

One after another, the figures who remained standing suddenly felt their knees weaken and they sat down stealthily, shutting their mouths obediently. They were just a group of paper tigers.

Finally, only one was left.

The fan wearing the No. 12 New England Patriots jersey was a little slow to realize that he was alone and helpless, and it would be too embarrassing to take a seat in front of so many people.

Number 12 mustered up the courage to look at Levi, "Miscellaneous..."

Just after uttering a syllable, Levi smiled and even gave him an encouraging look, "Keep going. I'm here, and I'm listening carefully."

Number 12 couldn't help but tremble: This pervert.

Then, Levi continued with a smile on his face, as if he was discussing with the fans who should pay for dinner at the bar, "You say one word, and I'll knock out one of your teeth. Say one more word, and I'll knock out another one."

"I know, I know, I may have to pay money, I may have to face a lawsuit. But hey, I should be able to hire a team of lawyers and take my time. I don't care where my salary goes. I have enough time."

"what."

"One sentence, one pill. How about it, is this a good deal? Are you interested in playing this game with me?"

Number 12 was completely frozen. He didn't want to admit defeat, but a chill ran up his scalp from the soles of his feet. He began to tremble uncontrollably, and he didn't even realize it. He kept his mouth tightly shut to protect his teeth.

For a moment, it was difficult to get off the tiger.

At this moment, the smile disappeared from Levi's mouth, and the whole person instantly burst out with murderous intent, "If you don't want to talk, then sit down."

puff.

Number 12's knees went weak and he sat down obediently.

This area was completely silent.

then.

Levi gave a forced smile and jumped down lightly, but he did not turn around. Instead, he backed away facing the stands of the stadium.

And, he raised his hands, inciting the fans, calling out to the audience with a smile on his face, just like at a concert.

Louder. Come on, come on, louder. Let the storm get even louder.

(End of this chapter)