Even God Was Helping Him! Lin Quan Killed the Match!

Beep!

The referee stopped the match and immediately went over to check on the injured player.

Lorenzo wore a pained expression, clutching his stomach as he lay on the ground, his body curled up like a shrimp.

The cold sweat continuously beading on his forehead showed just how much pain he was in.

After taking one look, the referee waved toward the sideline for the stretcher while casting a somewhat wary glance at Lin Quan.

That guy's kick had been incredibly powerful. Lorenzo had run straight into the line of fire.

Seeing that the opponent had missed the penalty, Modric breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he saw Lorenzo writhing in agony, he began to worry again.

Although the team doctor was treating Lorenzo, the results did not seem promising. Judging by the doctor's tightly furrowed brow, Croatia might be forced into making a substitution.

Lorenzo was Croatia's starting center-back. If he had to leave the match so early, it would be a massive loss for Croatia's defense.

Thinking of this, Modric gave Lin Quan a long look.

There was no direct proof that Lin Quan's kick had been aimed at Lorenzo, but Modric suspected that he had done it deliberately.

After all, how could someone who had never missed a penalty make such a basic mistake?

Modric could not help suspecting that Lin Quan had targeted Lorenzo. The reason he had not scored the penalty was because the referee had made the wrong call, and Lin Quan had not wanted to take advantage of it.

As for why he had targeted Lorenzo, it was probably revenge for the earlier tackle and Lorenzo's disrespectful words.

That explained everything.

Having figured this out, Modric's gaze toward Lin Quan grew even more complicated.

Should he praise the guy for showing restraint