Tang Long didn't think it was a good idea when he heard that his roommate and little brother was going to climb over the wall and beat up Guarin.
Guarin was a famous star who'd been around for years. He earned millions of euros and lived in a mansion, so there were bound to be cameras all around the walls.
If you went and beat him up, the Italian cops might catch you. Would you still be able to play football then?
And what about that first-team contract you'd just signed?
After Tang Long talked him down, Bonazzoli's excitement cooled a little.
But after thinking it over for a long while, he still said to Tang Long:
"Bro, you're right. I won't go beat him up. But he's been targeting you, so I can't just let him off the hook. Don't worry. I've been a street kid since I was little—I know how to deal with him."
That night, Bonazzoli climbed over the wall anyway.
First, he climbed out of the training ground, then made his way to Guarin's house and climbed over that wall too.
Guarin had a large yard, with three luxury cars parked inside.
Wearing a hoodie and a black face mask, Bonazzoli picked out the Mercedes SUV the Colombian often drove to training in the faint moonlight.
With practiced ease, he stealthily stuffed a clump of who-knew-what from his bag into the exhaust pipe.
The next morning.
Guarin hummed to himself as he left right on time in his Mercedes SUV, heading for the training ground.
Halfway there, a chugging sound came from the engine compartment.
The whole car rocked and sputtered before coming to a stop. It had broken down.
After fiddling with it for a while, he still couldn't get it going. Sweating with