Chapter 125: Consequences

Ming Han’s entire being radiated an intense killing aura, as if he were about to devour Zhuang Tonghe whole.

Zhuang Tonghe steadied his nerves, thinking to himself, "I’ve already eliminated that stronger kid; why should I be afraid of you?"

But to be safe, he whispered a reminder to Ming Han, “Little brother, remember what we agreed on last night.”

Ming Han paid no heed to Zhuang Tonghe’s words. His mind was filled with the image of Yuhang being ridiculed by everyone just moments ago when he left the court.

I will never allow anyone to insult my brother!

Fang Ping noticed the grave expression on Ming Han’s face and immediately sensed something was amiss.

She turned to Yuhang and said, “I think Ming Han is going to get serious!”

Since leaving the court, Yuhang had remained silent—not due to lack of skill, but because he deliberately lost. The feeling was unbearable.

Upon hearing Fang Jie’s words, he replied calmly, “I support him.”

Brother! This kind of frustration is damn unbearable. It’s time to teach that arrogant guy a lesson.

Ming Han held the ball, dribbling swiftly with a cross between his legs, his speed dizzying. It was evident that his ball-handling fundamentals were solid.

Zhuang Tonghe was caught off guard, and Ming Han’s long legs broke through, finishing with a delicate floater.

Ming Han’s dribbling wasn’t as flashy as Yuhang’s, but it was seamless, fluid, and highly entertaining.

The announcer, seeing Zhuang Tonghe concede a basket so easily, assumed he was careless and lifted the microphone to explain, “Mr. Zhuang seems to be operating at only three levels of skill, which is clearly insufficient. We look forward to seeing him perform at level five…”

Ming Han sneered inwardly: “I doubt he’s even trying his hardest.”

Zhuang Tonghe’s technique was actually decent, but his lack of training severely weakened his ability to compete physically. Years of merely going through the motions in matches had made his shooting touch wildly inconsistent.

He struggled against Ming Han, who stood five centimeters taller at 181 cm. All he could do was lean on Ming Han’s body to break through and score.

Clearly, Ming Han’s defensive pressure was overwhelming. Those fancy dribbling moves were impossible to pull off now. That was why he looked so desperate on the court.

The crowd was stunned. This wasn’t the hardworking idol they knew—the handsome, invincible presence on the court.

After being repeatedly dismantled by Ming Han, Zhuang Tonghe’s composure began to crack.

He started resorting to frequent fouls and minor tricks, but it was useless against Ming Han, who had found his rhythm. Ming Han dribbled simply before ending the possession with a shot.

Turnaround jump shot, stop-and-pop jumper, step-back jumper…

At that moment, Ming Han was a killing god.

Zhuang Tonghe became anxious. “Little brother, that’s enough.”

“I didn’t care before, but you humiliated my brother. Sorry, I’ll repay you double!” Ming Han declared, sinking a fadeaway jumper right under the defender’s nose.

The arena fell into a brief silence—no one expected this. Their Zhuang Zhuang was being utterly dominated.

Finally, after Ming Han sank the winning shot, Zhuang Tonghe’s mindset shattered.

“Damn it, Ming Han, didn’t we agree last night to hold back? You treat your seniors like this?…”

Clearly, he was so overwhelmed he forgot where he was. After hurling insults at Ming Han, he suddenly realized all eyes were on him.

The first thought that struck him was: Damn it, I forgot there’s an audience here.

The second: I’m finished.

The arena erupted.

What Zhuang Tonghe had said was clear: I warned you all beforehand, the match outcome was fixed.

The crowd was dumbfounded! They’d heard variety shows were scripted, singing contests rigged, but even a regular basketball game was predetermined?

Many fans felt betrayed and demanded refunds.

The situation spiraled out of control; people began throwing water bottles onto the court.

Muttering to himself, Zhuang Tonghe repeated, “It’s over… it’s over…”

Ming Han cast him a cold glance. “Don’t ever take anyone’s tolerance for granted.”

As Ming Han walked away, Zhuang Tonghe’s eyes burned with hatred.

“It’s you! You destroyed everything I had…”

After leaving the court, Ming Han apologized to Fang Ping, “I accept any punishment the company imposes on me.”

Fang Ping sighed. No one expected such a simple event to spiral so wildly out of control. Who could predict how it would end?

***

In the office of Dong Zhijun, director of the Qianyang Club, he was hard at work when a phone call came through—from the head of Wu You Studio.

That person launched into a tirade at Dong Zhijun.

They had nurtured a rising star for years, only for him to be completely destroyed in an ordinary event.

Because of the rigging scandal, Wu You Studio faced an unprecedented trust crisis. Many fans mocked them for fixing games and cheating ticket buyers.

Once the most popular streetball commercial group in the province, they lost contracts with many organizers, suffering estimated economic losses in the millions.

And things were getting worse.

Wu You, the province’s most famous basketball star, had even come forward to apologize and promised to permanently shelve Zhuang Tonghe.

Everyone knew this was his most helpless choice—a gesture tantamount to cutting off his own arm.

“Manager Dong, I didn’t expect you had such a trick up your sleeve. We’ll take the loss this time. But mark my words: anyone coming out of your Qianyang Club will face our relentless suppression. Our network is far more terrifying than you imagine.” With that, the Wu You Studio head hung up.

Dong Zhijun was stunned. What happened? Didn’t they call me Brother Dong just last night?

He immediately searched online and understood everything.

“Newcomer shatters veteran streetballer, exposes match-fixing.”

“Unwilling to lose unfairly, Ming Han unleashes fury!”

The incident exploded across the internet. Many fans who once called Zhuang Tonghe “idol” turned on him.

“From today, I’m switching from fan to critic.”

After this event, Zhuang Tonghe had almost no chance of a comeback.

The question now was: what about Ming Han?

To netizens, the boy was fearless, exposing the truth—a true hero!

But to those who suffered massive financial losses because of this, Ming Han was on their blacklist.

His future career would face ruthless suppression.

Dong Zhijun knew the situation was dire. His first thought: protect Ming Han, save his career from the clutches of these powerful figures.

If he could get through this, Ming Han’s prospects would be boundless. At least, in terms of character, he had won everyone’s admiration.

Especially at the end, when Ming Han shouted at Zhuang Tonghe, “You insulted my brother; I’m going to make you pay double.” That scene…

Many netizens sighed, “This is straight out of a drama! So much passion.”