"Fack! What did you say?!"
Darius trembled with rage and struggled even more violently, but his two teammates, professionals themselves, held him down tight.
"I'm saying you're weak," Li Wei shrugged. "Not enough Trenbolone in your system? Or are you too broke to buy the real stuff and have to settle for the fake kind cut with flour?"
A collective gasp went through the room.
Openly mocking someone for using performance enhancers in the locker room, especially in the NFL with its more "stringent" drug testing, wasn't just rubbing salt in a wound. It was like rubbing it with chili powder from the depths of Hell in Mexico.
"Or maybe you're this weak because you skipped breakfast and have low blood sugar," Li Wei said, pulling a few USD bills from the pocket of his tracksuit. "How about I buy you a KFC family bucket? I'll throw in a watermelon too, so you don't get thirsty."
The white, Black, and Latin American players were all stunned.
