After the injury healed, I continued to help Zhe Ge play match-fixing games as if nothing had happened.

His attitude towards me became increasingly harsh, treating me like a kept dog and giving me no dignity as a human being, even injecting Yaoyao with drugs in front of everyone.

I became numb.

That day, Zhe Ge took us to Fanggang City, close to Vietnam, for a match.

The blonde guy followed along.

Through long-term observation, I found that although this guy had gone astray, he had a good heart.

I initially wanted to hint to him not to follow Zhe Ge, otherwise he would end up as miserable as I did, but I found out that he was the one who arranged this match.

"We must beat the Vietnamese today, or you'll all be sorry when we get back," Zhe Ge scolded in the locker room before the game started.

When shaking hands on the field, I saw two familiar black guys in the Vietnamese team.

My heart sank; this match was destined to be tough.

Sure enough, with the support of professional players, the opposing team scored crazily against us.

Our team was crushed completely.

In the end, the match concluded with an 8-1 result.

We lost, and the whole team walked off the field with their heads down, knowing there would be hell to pay soon.

"Damn it, all of you come with me!" As soon as we reached the sidelines, Flower-Arm Lao Wu waved us over.

We knew we had to endure Zhe Ge's wrathful beating, so no one dared to slack off and hurried to the viewing room in the stands.

But to our surprise, a fight had already broken out inside!

It turned out that Zhe Ge hadn't anticipated that the opponents would bring in foreign professional players and had blindly trusted us, not expecting us to lose. After losing the bet, he flipped out, and a brawl ensued.

Over a dozen people were fighting chaotically in the small room, and amidst the cursing, I found out that the bet this time wasn't money. It was the sales rights of "new drugs" in Guangdong and Guangxi provinces of China!

This was the most lucrative business, and Zhe Ge would never willingly hand it over to the Vietnamese!

Zhe Ge went mad and roared like a wolf, clearly not willing to give up.

"What are you all standing there for? Get in there!" Zhe Ge waved his hand, signaling all the players to join the chaos, while he and his lackeys prepared to escape.

Like sandbags, the other players and I were pushed by Zhe Ge's henchmen into the middle of the two fighting groups. Under the pummeling fists, my consciousness gradually blurred along with the pain in my body.

"Woo, woo..." Just as I despairingly thought I would die on the spot, police sirens blared suddenly from outside.

"Everybody squat down!"

A familiar voice rang out. I opened my eyes and stood there in shock!

It was the blonde guy!

He was holding a gun with a fierce gaze. Two rows of SWAT officers in bulletproof vests filed in, surrounding us against the wall.

This guy was actually a cop?!