John Patton saw Cresey lying on the hospital bed, and was a little excited and admired.

The body of this black boy contains great sentiments!

"Cresey, can I ask?"

"Uh, ask!"

This FBI is really polite, it seems to be different from what I remember, Cresey thought to himself.

"Cresey Balls, who did you learn your fighting skills? Where did you learn it?" John asked with a smile, and took out a black box from his pocket, "Don't you mind my recording, do you?"

Cresey lay on the bed, looking at John with a faint expression, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. At the moment when Staples Center decided to take action, he had long guessed that such a day would happen.

Is there a reason, he has found it too.

"Record? I don't mind, please feel free. As for whom I learned about fighting skills? I'm afraid you may not believe it if I say it."

John's face remained unchanged. He was one of the highest-level FBI directors. He had come into contact with many strange things. He smiled and said, "Tell me."

"This has to start when I was seven years old... I was playing alone on the street... A Chinese white-bearded Taoist priest passed by... Suddenly stopped and said to me... Black boy, you have a wonderful bone... I want me to learn Chinese Kung Fu from him..."

Cresey began to recall (his) memories (you).

John's face changed constantly while listening.

After Crasey finished speaking, he asked quickly: "So you are learning Chinese Kung Fu, and you are teaching you a Chinese Taoist priest? Do you know the name of this Taoist priest? Where is he now?"

Cresey: "Yes, I'm a Chinese Taoist priest, but I don't know his name, he never said it. He taught me for eight years, and after he was fifteen years old, he left my neighborhood and said he was going to travel around the clouds and didn't know where he went, and never came back."

"So you learned Chinese from that Taoist priest?"

"That's right." Cresey nodded while lying on the bed.

John obviously did an investigation and knew that Cresey had used Chinese to answer questions in interviews with Chinese journalists.

He recalled Kresey's words carefully, and felt that there was no flaw, but he could not prove the authenticity.

However, John felt that Cresey obviously had no need to lie.

After all, in modern society, fighting skills are not regarded as mysterious and powerful as ancient times. Compared with guns, their power is only ordinary.

John stopped the recorder and stood up, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Cresey, then I won't disturb you."

After saying that, he walked towards the door, stopped halfway through, and turned around and said, "By the way, there are many reporters coming to the hospital to interview you, and they are temporarily stopped by the police and security guards. Do I need me to help you knock them out?"

Cresey's expression changed. How could this be? These reporters were all parents who helped me make a name for themselves and earned chivalrous values. They quickly shook their heads and said, "No, you can let them in. I am willing to receive interviews."

He was slightly stunned, and John smiled secretly. As expected, he was still a child and could not stand the temptation of fame and fortune!

After thinking about it, he said, "Your agent was taken away by us and asked. Now you should be on the way to come. Please wait for him to help you screen. Some tabloid reporters should not contact you."

Cresey then remembered Tony Parker, who was also on the scene.

"Is he okay?" Cresey asked hurriedly.

"Don't worry, your agent is safe and sound, and he has not been hurt at all." John replied.

"That's good."

Cresey wanted to get his cell phone, but then he remembered that his cell phone was still in the locker room in Staples Center. He couldn't help but look at John and said, "Mr. John, can you lend me a call?"

"Yes." John took out his cell phone and handed it over.

He took the phone and called Tony Parker. The other party was indeed on the way to the hospital, and it was almost here. After saying a few words, he hung up and returned the phone to John Patton.

After John Patton left, Westbrook, who had been waiting outside, pushed the door and entered the ward again. A middle-aged black woman came in with him.

"Oh, my poor child, are you okay? My little Cresey... Oh my God, you did such a dangerous thing. What will mom do if something happens to you..."

The fat middle-aged black woman rushed over, hugged Cresey's head, and started crying loudly.

This black middle-aged woman is Mrs. Joan, the biological mother of Cresey Balls.

Cresey was a little breathless when he was snatched, but he enjoyed this care in his heart. He tried hard to poke his head out of Mrs. Joan's arm and shrugged his eyebrows helplessly at Westbrook who was watching the fun.

Westbrook gave him a look and asked for his own blessing brother, Mrs. Joan's mouth, he had experienced it. He spoke like a machine gun, and no one in the entire neighborhood dared to argue with her.

Sure enough, after knowing that Cresey's life was unhindered and his career would not be affected, Mrs. Joan's mouth began to pull up...

Fortunately, because Cresey is her own son, she mostly complains without cursing. Even if she curses, the terrorists are scolding.

It took nearly ten minutes to talk, without a stop in the middle, until Tony Parker pushed the door and walked in.

As if the amnesty, Cresey greeted him enthusiastically, "Hey, Tony, you are finally here. Sit quickly, have the reporters outside handled it?"

"Hello Mrs. Joan, Russell, you are here too-"

After saying hello, Tony Parker sat down, wiped his sweat while looking at Cresey with respect and said, "I have selected five major media and seven medium-sized media, which basically covers all aspects of print media, television, and the Internet. You are ready. In five minutes, I will let the on-duty police officers let them in."

...

These days, anyone who turns on the TV, computer, or newspapers appears is the news of the hero Cresey:

What is "the new basketball star sacrifices his life to slap explosives just for justice in his heart."

What is "the Clippers rookie bravely captured the bandits and sacrificed their lives to save 30,000 hostages."

What is "Kung Fu boy transforms into an American hero, this is an American-style victory."

What "realistic heroes save Staples".

There is also "black teenagers are not afraid of life and death, and the lonely hero sacrifices his life for justice."

...

There are many kinds of tales, as if touting Cresey Balls has become the political correctness of America.

The words that Cresey said at that time were also played repeatedly by the media and were spread.

"If I can't save them, I'd rather die with them!"

This sentence touched countless people, especially the hostages rescued at the scene.

There has always been no shortage of celebrities in the stands at Staples Center. Cresey saved these people and obtained many favors. These favors turned into invisible help, which greatly helped him in his future player career.

Even now, with the help of these influential people, Cresey's fame has soared with the Rockets' launch, and has received countless praises, flowers and applause.
Chapter completed!