Zege thought he was completely finished this time.

But just three days later, he came back unscathed.

"I used a trick to easily get rid of the 'traitor'."

"If anyone dares to have evil intentions again, their fate will be the same as his!"

Zege fiercely showed a photo.

Huang Mao fell in a pool of blood, clearly shot dead.

All the players dared not breathe, fearing Zege's ruthless actions.

I hate, hate my incompetence, hate the arrogance of evil people.

"You better be careful, if you dare to play dirty tricks again, your fate will be the same as this cop!"

"I left you alive because you're still useful." Zege patted my face threateningly.

I dared not look up at him again, just silently clenched my fists.

I knew what Zege's next ambition was, to lead the team to face a powerful Vietnamese team in a friendly match.

Zege failed to gain control over the sale of "drugs" in Guangdong and Guangxi, and he was not willing to give up.

He had Tattooed Arm Lao Wu use his connections on the street to contact the source of the drugs - the big boss who controlled the drug trade in Vietnam.

It is said that this person is very mysterious and has never appeared in public in twenty years, but loves watching football.

He is the behind-the-scenes owner of a top club in Vietnam who only occasionally appears at extremely strong matches.

Zege's plan was to head straight to Vietnam in a friendly match and compete against their strong team.

If he can please this boss, Vietnamese drugs will flow continuously into his hands with just a nod from the boss, circulating throughout the country.

After succeeding, Zege will no longer need to fight for sales rights with anyone, he will be the sole controller.

I involuntarily assisted in committing evil.

This time, the competition was to be fair, with true strength being the focus regardless of winning or losing.

It is said that the boss is unusually cruel and enjoys watching intense battles on the field.

Zege declared: "Play to the death! If you injure someone badly, it's on me, there's a huge compensation!"

This was destined to be a fierce battle.

I exhausted all my connections, combined with Zege's generous contribution, and recruited a group of "fierce" players from all over, completely changing the team.

Some of them had outstanding skills but lacked overall ability, so they didn't make it to professional teams.

Some had exceptional talent but due to lack of money at home, they didn't receive good training opportunities.

There were also some "wrist experts" who made a name for themselves in amateur football fields, excelling even more in their hobbies than their main profession.

Although they didn't look exceptional, some were tall, some short, they were all talented players.

The notorious "unwritten rules" of the football world didn't exist on the field, no need to bribe anyone, whoever performed well could play!

The half-month intense training was very hard, to comfort and appease the players, Zege even arranged for cheerleaders.

Beautiful girls helped the players with one-on-one stretches.

The training base was located in a relocated elementary school, with more than 200 square meters of auditorium, where a dozen or so beds were set up.

The mixed-gender training created a lively atmosphere.

A big battle was approaching, and my heart was full of anxiety.

What awaited us ahead was either luck or misfortune, I didn't know.