August 18th, Vietnam.

Due to continuous heavy rain, our away training could only be conducted indoors.

After the rain stopped, the persistent heat from the scorching sun made it impossible to open our eyes.

Many players were not accustomed to this tropical climate and feared heatstroke, so they could only adapt to the field in the evenings.

But the match was only two days away.

According to the rules, players and their families cannot stay together before the match. But Yao Yao is also a team member, so naturally, we ended up in the same room.

"Bro Feng, this match is exceptionally dangerous. You must protect yourself."

I furrowed my brows and nodded in agreement.

"Remember your terrifying right leg. Unless absolutely necessary, don't cause any fatalities."

Yao Yao earnestly reminded me.

I knew the power of my right leg, previously dubbed the "Golden Right Leg" by my teammates.

It was my former coach who saw the potential in my powerful kick, which could exert a force of 112 kilograms, and my ability to kick sideways up to a height of 2 meters and 3 centimeters, that brought me into the professional team.

Unless the opponent commits a serious foul, I will never kick as ruthlessly as the Vietnamese tycoon's father might prefer.

Not many people know about these underground football matches designed for the entertainment of the wealthy.

It's common to set rules and styles on-site, and intentional injuries are not uncommon; there are plenty of dirty tactics if one can't keep up.

The hormones on the field are rampant, and disputes erupt at the slightest provocation, sometimes even among our own teammates.

What spectators want is this intensity, much like watching gladiator fights in ancient Rome, they seek excitement and blood.

That day finally arrived.

The floodlights illuminated the large stadium, completely enclosed.

Both sides had beautiful and sexy football babes on display. As our team leader, Yao Yao finished her combination dance, throwing a ball into the air and performing a double flip before catching it firmly.

I'm not sure if the Vietnamese tycoon's father saw me, but the astonishment and admiration in the eyes of both sides' players were not lost on me.

I'm used to this kind of look, it's not the first time, nor will it be the last.

Only I know that this is Yao Yao's signal of good luck to me. Every time she successfully completes this move before a match, victory is certain for me.

The whistle blew to start the match, and the opponents came out with a strong attack.

In the first ten minutes, our defense handled it with ease.

This was the strategy I had planned in advance: conserve energy and first understand the opponent's strengths.

Another important purpose was for me to keep an eye on the people in the audience.

To show sincerity, Brother Zhe and a few henchmen did not stay in the box but sat in the open seats.

The reason I was watching was to see if the Vietnamese tycoon's father would show up.

If he didn't come, we could play casually, but I would never allow my teammates to cause any bloodshed. It would not only be unfair to them but also to their families.

However, halfway through the first half, with no sign of the Vietnamese big shot.

Brother Zhe couldn't sit still, picked up the horn and shouted.

"Damn it! Why are you so slow and hesitant? Play hard! Show some fighting spirit, and play as wild as you can!"

He had spent nearly a million RMB on this match. If the big shot didn't show up, everything would be for nothing.

Unexpectedly, some Vietnamese players understood Chinese and immediately became furious upon hearing Brother Zhe's yelling.

The atmosphere on the field instantly tensed up.

An opposing defender slid into our oldest player, provoking a scuffle.

During the confrontation, our team directly got into a fight, tearing the collar of one of their players.

Pulling jerseys, kicking groins, elbowing, stomping on feet, and ankles... Dirty tricks from both sides increased, but the referee turned a blind eye.

The conflict grew fiercer.

Our player "Sweet Potato," a cashier from a rural company, had excellent dribbling skills, dribbling past six opponents and scoring with a powerful shot!

Our team organized another attack.

"Liu Daming," small and thin, looked sleazy despite his nickname. At only 1.63 meters tall, he was brought in by me for his skillful feints, which were as sharp as lightning.

Using the same feint, he tricked an opponent three times in a row, causing laughter from both sides.

Instantly, the atmosphere on the field shifted from tense to subtly friendly. I even felt that the opponents were relaxed and friendly.

Just as the black and white ball rolled all over the field, a group of people walked towards the stands.

Brother Zhe immediately nodded and bowed to the leader of the group.

With keen eyes, I noticed that the so-called big shot was actually an old lady wearing traditional Vietnamese embroidered Ao Dai!

The infamous drug lord who dominated the Asian black market was actually an old lady?!

What's even more bizarre is that Flower-Armed Lao Wu is very familiar with her, bowing and helping her along the way.

Brother Zhe made a gesture at me, and I understood that we needed to intensify our attack.

However, within seconds, the opposing team captain approached me during a pass and spoke in Chinese, which only I could hear clearly.

"Brother, we're compatriots. Take it easy. That old lady doesn't understand football."

A standard Cantonese accent made me ecstatic; apparently, the opponent is also a Chinese and doesn't want to fight!

Alright!

During halftime, I hinted to the whole team about the second-half strategy:

Conserve energy, play "fancy moves," the prettier the better, and use fake moves aggressively!

The second half started, and our players began a "show off" performance.

Sun Dachang, nicknamed Big Fat Sun, a middle-aged bald and greasy man, but with exceptional running speed. His unique skill was receiving the ball with his buttocks.

I kicked a high ball, and Big Fat Sun immediately turned 180 degrees, accurately catching it with his buttocks, followed by a heel touch and then passing it to his head. The black and white ball kept spinning on his oily scalp.

Beautiful!

The opposing players, seeing us start to play fancy, didn't show any weakness.

Two forwards ran towards the ball at the same time, displaying a classic scene from the comic "Captain Tsubasa" - a double shot!

But just as the two raised their feet simultaneously, our goalkeeper "Lord Cat," his mouth slightly upturned, had already predicted and disdainfully removed his gloves.

As the ball approached the goal, Lord Cat made a side dive and caught the ball firmly!

"Rainbow Dribble," "Marseille Turn," and various classic moves from the field appeared one after another.

Both sides' coordination became increasingly high, constantly scoring goals in each other's nets, with the score soaring to 6:5!

Fancy celebration poses appeared frequently on the field.

"Bending Bow Shooting Eagle," "Fishing Rod Casting," "Human Pyramid," "Sliding on Knees"...

All these ostentatious postures that we are usually ashamed to show were now fully displayed.

While everyone was enjoying themselves, I even used David Beckham's famous skill, the "half-field lob,"

taking advantage of every player deliberately exposing opportunities to kick the ball directly into the opponent's goal from the center of the field!

The opposing goalkeeper saw the ball coming and made an exaggerated dive, pulling off a rare "Scorpion Kick".

With a leap forward, he planted both feet and securely clamped the ball in midair!

Impressive!

The field instantly erupted into cheers,

everyone was applauding loudly.

I saw from a distance, the old woman in the stands stood up happily, clapping her hands. Brother Zhe and the others also stood up, nodding in praise!

It turns out that the rumors outside are false. The brutal drug lord who supposedly loves blood and violence is actually an old lady who enjoys watching excitement.

My mind was completely at ease; I summoned these brothers, and all of them can safely return home!

The match ended in a penalty shootout with a score of 6:6.

At this moment, both sides have completely gained a tacit understanding. Penalties are a highlight of football matches, and everyone wanted to double the joy for that old lady!

My "Golden Right Leg" kicked out a beautiful "spoon ball," and the black and white ball slid into the opponent's goal along a perfect arc.

With the opponent's goalkeeper deliberately conceding, we finally achieved victory!

The gloom that had hung over me for nearly a month was dispelled!

After surviving the ordeal, Yao Yao excitedly rushed onto the field and hugged me.

However, that night Brother Zhe called me aside alone to accompany him to pick up the goods.