The Strongest Face-S Chapter 301 - 301 301 Internal Conflict Second Update

??301: Chapter 301 Internal Conflict (Second Update)

301: Chapter 301 Internal Conflict (Second Update)

“President Zhao, what’s wrong with your athletes?

Are they in poor condition, or was their training inadequate?”

“President Zhao, how do you view the upcoming matches…?”

Faced with a barrage of questions from the journalists, Zhao Fen’s expression grew increasingly ugly.

However, on Zhang Fan’s side, only the last three competitors remained.

“Now on the field, we only have numbers three, seven, and twenty-nine left.

The battle for the top three spots is up next,” Xiaoxiao comnted, jokingly adding, “The first place is definitely Zhang Fan’s, as he hasn’t missed once, all perfect tens.

As long as his last three arrows don’t miss the target—cough cough—it seems, aside from player number four, no one else has missed yet.”

“Hahaha!”

A crowd burst into laughter.

Player number four is from Z city, right?

Listeing to Xiaoxiao’s voice, Zhao Fen was seething with anger, damn idiot; why did he even invite him?

This is like slapping his own face.

However, it was at this mont that the final round of the archery competition concluded.

“The final round has ended, player number three scores 720 points and takes first place.”

“Player number seven scores 709 points and takes second place.”

“Player number twenty-nine scores 705 points and takes third place.”

When the coach announced the scores, the entire venue fell silent.

Damn, first place again, what the hell.

The bizarre atmosphere made the viewers in front of the TV feel sowhat awkward.

Isn’t the announcent supposed to ignite the crowd?

Why is it as quiet as late at night; is this even a match?

But ten seconds later, the Face-Slapping Group erupted with fervent screams.

“Brother Fan is powerful and domineering!”

Watching this scene, Zhao Fen’s expression grew even darker.

“What’s the next event?” Zhao Fen asked.

“President, the next event is weightlifting!” the assistant said.

“Start it imdiately!”

“Yes, I’ll arrange it right away!”

Zhang Fan walked over to Xiong Lin, a sardonic smile on his lips, “President, what’s next?

Is Zhao Fen participating?”

Zhang Fan’s voice was very loud, audible within a twenty-ter radius.

Suddenly, a crowd’s eyes widened.

My god, is Zhang Fan really picking a fight with Zhao Fen?

“What’s next?

Does anyone know?”

“Weightlifting!

Weightlifting!”

“Shit, weightlifting, huh?

Look at Zhang Fan’s slight build; it seems a bit frail; can he even participate in weightlifting?

Seems like the minimum standard is sixty-five kilograms.”

“His slight build probably can’t handle it!”

A crowd quietly began discussing.

Xiong Lin also worried, after all, Zhang Fan’s slight figure was evident, and every weightlifter in their team was all muscle.

And, weightlifting carried its own dangers.

For instance, if a lifter’s physical strength gave out while lifting barbells overhead and it suddenly ca crashing down, it would be funny—if it didn’t hit him, that is.

“Zhang Fan, the next event is weightlifting; can you handle it?” Xiong Lin asked quietly.

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, “Not?”

Suddenly, Zhang Fan stepped forward, grabbed Xiong Lin’s collar with one hand and his belt with the other, and with a slight effort, lifted Xiong Lin up.

“Ah, Zhang Fan, what are you doing!” Xiong Lin felt light all over and then realized he was lifted off the ground.

Damn, lifted up in an instant?

But the next mont, a chill ran down Xiong Lin’s back.

Hearing Xiong Lin’s cry, a crowd quickly turned their attention and when they saw Zhang Fan holding Xiong Lin aloft, their throats itched.

Damn, publicly being slapped in the face?

“President, am I good or what?” Zhang Fan chuckled, joking around, his strength had already reached forty-six points now, the training of the past two months wasn’t for nothing.

Even though he hadn’t won the first blood or broke through the limit again, he had gained three points, and he hadn’t even drawn a lottery yet; if he got sothing like a Bone Marrow Potion, he would easily reach fifty.

It was just lifting weights, how hard could it be?

Xiong Lin’s scalp tingled, and he quickly yelled, “Okay, okay, you’re good, just put

down, please.”

Damn, at a height of over two ters, if he fell down, wouldn’t he be smashed into an idiot?

Ouyang Feng and his group imdiately retreated several steps, fearing that Zhang Fan would use them as guinea pigs.

But the next mont, everyone reacted.

Xiong Lin was big and tall, at least weighing eighty-five kilograms, right?

Holy shit, Zhang Fan being able to lift him up must an he has reached at least heavyweight level in weightlifting, right?

Zhang Fan put Xiong Lin down and then clapped his hands, “President, you better never say anything like ‘are you capable or not’ in front of

again, it really hurts a man’s pride.”

Seeing Zhang Fan’s smiling face, Xiong Lin hurriedly nodded.

Damn, he won’t say it again, okay?

At that mont, Zhao Fen walked over with three weightlifting team mbers.

His gaze coldly swept over Zhang Fan, and then pointing at him said, “If you lose to him, you’ll leave on your own.”

The three people behind Zhao Fen imdiately scoffed, “Hehe, with his physique, you can rest assured, President.”

People around were suddenly struck dumb.

Holy shit, didn’t Zhao Fen see Zhang Fan lifting Xiong Lin just now?

That relaxed look, as if playing with weightlifting.

Just then, Zhao Fen’s assistant ran over, his gaze filled with terror as he looked at Zhang Fan; he had just seen Zhang Fan lifting Xiong Lin, and he quickly lowered his head and whispered in Zhao Fen’s ear, “President, maybe we shouldn’t participate in the weightlifting event.”

Zhao Fen sinisterly raised his head, his voice chillingly cold, “Wang Xiang, did you not take your dicine this morning, or were you scared stupid, **** why wouldn’t we participate in the weightlifting event in Z City?”

“President, you just didn’t see, Zhang…”

Before the assistant could finish, a slap landed on his face.

“Get lost, am I the president or are you, do I ****ing need you to point fingers at ?” Zhao Fen’s eyes nearly shot out flas.

Damn it, not participate in weightlifting?

This ****ing is an opportunity sent from heaven.

With Zhang Fan’s physique, how much could he lift?

What a joke.

Wang Xiang stared blankly at Zhao Fen, feeling the burning pain on his face, and the next mont, he exploded.

“*** Zhao Fen, you idiot, if you want to lose face, go ahead, damn it, I’m telling you now, I quit, I’d rather go ho and farm than stay with you, you short winter lon, I’ll sit back and watch you get humiliated.”

As he spoke, Wang Xiang directly took off the Z City badge from his chest and smashed it into Zhao Fen’s face.

Zhao Fen watched incredulously as Wang Xiang, and it took him a while to regain his senses, “Alright, alright, you get lost, never co back to work here again in your life.”

“Hahaha, this is hilarious, Zhao Fen is brain-dead, isn’t he?

Oh man, I feel sorry for that guy.”

“Hehe, what do you guys think Zhao Fen will do when he finds out the truth?”

Everyone laughed uproariously.