A Signal Arrow Pierces the Clouds; Thousands Upon Thousands Answer the Call!

Beep, beep, beep!

Lu Yang's phone rang.

He checked it. It was Moric.

"Hello, Elder Brother Mo. What is it?" Lu Yang still vividly remembered the legendary rise of "Elder Mo, Younger Lu."

Moric had become powerful through sheer filial devotion.

"What elder brother or younger brother? I think Momo sounds better." For some reason, Moric actually felt a little guilty. "Anyway, isn't Newcastle short on players? I'm introducing you to a superstar! You can decide the finder's fee."

Lu Yang laughed right away. "Looks like you really learned your lesson from Nagy. You even know to collect money from both sides now! Even if you hadn't said anything, I'd have known who wants to join Newcastle."

Moric did not believe him. "Who?"

Lu Yang said, "Mandzukovic!"

Moric froze. "Fuck! Did you install a camera on me or something?"

The corners of Lu Yang's mouth rose. "Moric, you need to understand that Newcastle is a team aiming to become champion. Not just any player is qualified to join!"

The air on Moric's end instantly froze.

Moric seemed to want to say something, but stopped himself.

He looked at the person beside him, his eyes full of awkwardness and apology.

But Lu Yang continued, "Does a striker as outstanding as Mandzukovic need you to recommend him? Newcastle's sporting director is already on a flight to Croatia."

"Only with this kind of attitude can we show our respect for an outstanding player like him!"

"I think I've said this many times before. In my heart, he has always been a top-class striker whose ability far surpasses his reputation. I don't know how long he can maintain this level, but before his brilliance fades, I hope the whole world gets to see it!"

"I'm willing!" Mandzukovic's voice immediately came from the other end