King of Beating Up Weaklings, That's All

"Big Dog, hurry and watch the Italy National Team versus United States match."

"What happened? Did Italy get upset?"

"No, it's already five-nil!"

"Holy shit, I'm taking a look!"

"Brother Dong, it's five-nil! Hurry and watch!"

"What's so interesting about five-nil? How many minutes are left?"

"More than thirty!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Doesn't that mean there could still be more goals?"

"A-Fei, what are you doing? Watch the match! What was that Italy-over-United States bet you placed before?"

"It was Italy giving five goals! I was drunk at the time. Which bastard was egging me on, saying Lu Yang couldn't carry the Italy National Team... I put down over two thousand! That was more than half a month's salary!"

"Holy shit! Hurry and watch, it's five-nil!"

"What? Who? Brazil?"

"Brazil my ass! Italy's up five-nil over the United States! If they score one more, get ready to buy me dinner!"

"Fuck! You were the bastard who egged me on!"

"Bastard my ass. You should be calling me Dad now!"

The World Cup was a season that sent adrenaline soaring.

Of course, when most people talked about betting on football, it was just small wagers for fun—something to make watching the match a little more exciting.

After all, most matches took place in the middle of the night. Staying up late was enough of a sacrifice; without something to offset it, it always felt like a loss.

But some people simply couldn't control themselves. They went all in like mad, then put on a flying-man performance for everyone during the World Cup.

There really was no need for that.

At the stadium.

In the seventy-second minute, Canyes once again broke down the right flank through a combination with Chiesa.

Seeing that he was about to get through, the