Chapter Eleven: Why Is He Called the Handsome Boy? Effortlessly Taking on Three at Once!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three muffled thuds rang out in quick succession between Lin Tian and Harry!

Before Brown and Caffey, who were standing nearby, could even realize what was happening, they saw Harry's face covered in blood as he stumbled and collapsed!

Lin Tian had landed all three punches squarely on Harry's mouth!

Whatever foul language Harry had intended to spew, he would no longer be able to. Those three blows had shattered at least six of his teeth and, for good measure, smashed his nasal bone.

It wasn't until Harry began to howl in pain on the floor that Brown and Caffey finally understood: Lin Tian had actually struck first!

"You little punk, you're looking for death!" Caffey roared, charging toward Lin Tian. He bobbed his upper body as he moved, his posture making it clear that he was someone with fighting experience.

However, in front of Lin Tian, any "experience" was nothing more than amateur street fighting.

Lin Tian gauged Caffey’s punching rhythm, quickly dipped his upper body to dodge two straight jabs, and then unleashed a flurry of left and right hooks into Caffey’s stomach. Doubled over in agony, Caffey curled up like a boiled shrimp.

Lin Tian followed up with two more strikes, landing flush on Caffey’s left and right cheeks.

Without even glancing at his handiwork, Lin Tian crouched, stepped to the side, and lunged directly at Brown.

Brown instinctively tried to throw a punch, but he couldn't even extend his arm halfway before Lin Tian slammed an elbow into his joint, instantly numbing his entire arm into uselessness. Lin Tian let out a roar and unleashed a relentless combination of punches!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, no one could count how many times Brown was struck. For over ten seconds, Lin Tian poured out everything he had, his iron fists hammering away like a machine gun!

During this, Lin Tian didn't forget to land two extra kicks on the groaning Harry on the floor.

In less than twenty seconds, Brown had been beaten into a pulp, looking like a bloated mess. He had completely lost the ability to fight back, unable to even perform the most basic defensive move of shielding his head with his hands.

After finishing off Brown with that explosive display, Lin Tian immediately backpedaled, spun around, and drove an elbow directly into the stomach of Caffey, who was trying to intervene. The blow was so heavy that poor Caffey was lifted clean off his feet!

Then came a series of retching sounds, and a disgusting mess spewed from his mouth.

Fortunately, Lin Tian’s reflexes were terrifyingly fast. With a fluid turn, he sidestepped, artfully avoiding all the vomit.

However, Harry, lying on the floor, was not so lucky.

Lin Tian couldn't bear to look at the nauseating scene unfolding behind him. He didn't even dare to turn his head as he strode to the door. Hearing the chaotic thumping and banging from outside, he shouted, "Quiet! Everyone quiet! I'm opening the door!"

After a moment of commotion outside, Lin Tian confirmed that everyone had backed away. He removed the mop he had used to jam the door, opened it with a flourish, and stepped out of the shower room.

5:33 PM!

Two minutes total!

And that included the minute spent blocking the door and the delay caused by the crowd pressing against it from the outside.

Lin Tian hadn't even taken 40 seconds to take down those three guys!

Shaking his slightly aching fists, Lin Tian didn't say a word to anyone. He found the locker belonging to Caffey, who was roughly his size, took out two sets of clothes to change into, and left the locker room immediately.

The last thing he heard before leaving was Steve Kerr’s stunned exclamation:

"F***! Did a rhinoceros charge those three? Damn it! Is Harry eating f***ing Caffey’s vomit? F***! Why did I come in to see this stuff!"

By the time Lin Tian got into his car and drove away from the training facility, he finally understood why Floyd Mayweather’s fighting style was called "Pretty Boy."

It was truly near-perfect, whether in evasion or attack! After the entire fight, not only was he uninjured, but he didn't even have a single drop of blood on him. He walked out exactly as he had walked in—clean and composed, looking less like someone who had just been in a brawl and more like someone who had just taken a shower.

The reason Lin Tian left the locker room so abruptly, besides wanting to avoid the endless, nagging questions and blame from Wennington and the others, was that he didn't want to face Jackson and Krause.

He had no interest in undergoing a disciplinary hearing or listening to accusations. Lin Tian didn't think he had done anything wrong!

If they crossed the line, Lin Tian would respond by crossing it right back. If he hadn't taken a piece of them as a souvenir today, it was only because he had shown restraint!

As for how the team would handle him...

Whether they traded him or cut him, one thing was certain: there was absolutely no way Lin Tian would apologize!

As for his future path, Lin Tian believed that even if he didn't count the Bulls, there were still 28 other teams in the league; there would be plenty of room for him elsewhere!

The only regret was that he hadn't been able to squeeze more out of Jordan, not to mention Rodman and Pippen. Over the last few days, he hadn't even had the chance to exchange two words with them; most of his energy had been spent dealing with Jordan!

Lin Tian, already long gone, was unaware that after he left, Krause, Jackson, and the "Big Three" who had just finished a meeting with them, had all gathered in the locker room.

The team medical staff rushed in, and after a brief examination, promptly hauled the three of them away.

The atmosphere in the locker room was suffocatingly heavy.

"Where is Lin? Can someone tell me where Lin went?" Krause frowned, habitually rubbing his massive belly. "Or, can someone tell me what happened?"

"Nobody knows what happened, sir," said Harper, the player with the most standing in the locker room at the time. "All we saw was Lin go in, lock the door, and then come out. It’s that simple."

"That simple? And not one of you thought to open the door and stop it? You bunch of useless wastes of space?" Krause glared at everyone, cursing as he spoke.

"It happened too fast, Ron. Less than two minutes, and Lin was out. What were we supposed to do?" Harper curled his lip; he found Krause’s attitude repulsive.

"What did you say, Ron? In less than two minutes, Lin took out three guys? And beat them this badly? What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Do you think he’s Bruce Lee?" Rodman threw up his hands, clearly not believing a word of it.

"Everyone here is a witness. Ask away, Dennis," Harper shrugged, too tired to argue, and turned to sit back in his chair.

"Damn it, where are my clothes?" Steve Kerr suddenly faced his empty locker and let out a mournful cry. "How come not a single piece of my clothing is left?"