Lan Mu took a bus to the National Stadium alone.
He had specifically asked the tea-selling uncle to find out about the place. There was a World Cup Asian Qualifiers match there at three that afternoon.
The Malay team had been performing terribly lately, losing to Saudi Arabia, East Timor, and the UAE in three straight defeats.
Today was a home game, against Saudi Arabia once again. They could not afford another loss.
That was why the match was said to carry everyone's hopes. Countless fans had come to cheer them on, hoping Malay could hit rock bottom and bounce back, turning the tide against the odds.
Even outside the stadium, he could hear the deafening cheers from within.
The match had been underway for quite some time, probably already in the second half.
Lan Mu slipped invisibly into the venue and saw that the clock had reached the seventieth minute. The match had entered its white-hot stage.
The score was still nil-nil, with both sides battling fiercely for possession.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the furious cries throughout the stadium abruptly stalled.
Saudi Arabia launched a smooth attacking sequence and scored a precious goal.
Lan Mu looked up at the enormous scoreboard. The home team was listed first: 0-1.
"Hehe..."
Putting all his strength into it, Lan Mu sprang upward. The White-haired Lion's jumping power was astonishing, and he pounced straight onto the scoreboard.
The scoreboard stood thirteen meters above the ground, with spectator stands directly below it.
Its edge was broad, about thirty centimeters thick.
Lan Mu crouched invisibly on top. Just a few minutes later, the venue grew noisy again.
Seeing the spectators cursing in rage, Lan Mu looked down and found that the score had become 0-2.
"Ah! No goals for seventy minutes before