"What the fuck?!
I've heard people from China are good at kung fu. Did this guy study it on the side when he wasn't training to be a Professional Cyclist?
How did he manage to pull off such a perfect self-rescue maneuver in a split second?"
The usually calm and collected Aldag couldn't help but curse when he saw Huang Chong's reaction.
It wasn't that he didn't care about Huang Chong.
When he'd first heard Huang Chong was caught in the crash, he'd felt like he was going to lose his mind.
This was his team's rising star and future!!
And now, just a few races in, he'd been in such a serious crash!!
Look at the dozen or so cyclists still down on the ground—Van Aert, Stuyven, Girmay, and others. Some were even being put on stretchers. Their injuries were clearly severe.
But by the time he drove to the scene, he saw Huang Chong had already scrambled up from the ground and was frantically calling for a mechanician, demanding his spare road bike—
