Your Arm's Broken-Sorry, There's Still a Red Card Waiting for You (Please Add to Favorites and Recommend)

After Li Mingyu won the ball, he didn't hesitate for a moment, darting straight past Garcia.

Garcia's bloodshot eyes followed Li Mingyu as he ran past him, and he instantly lost all reason.

Garcia swung a fist straight at the back of Li Mingyu's head.

The tall, burly Garcia threw the punch with all the rage in his body.

If that punch had actually hit the back of Li Mingyu's head, the result would have been a concussion at best—and at worst... Garcia would have faced the death penalty!

The head referee was startled by Garcia's move and was already about to blow his whistle.

But Garcia had forgotten that Li Mingyu had beaten him for the second time. When he'd tried to reach out and grab his opponent, he hadn't even come close.

This time, he was throwing a punch. A punch was much slower than simply reaching out.

Everyone watched in shock as Garcia threw a stylish right hook that smashed into the afterimage Li Mingyu had left behind, about a yard after he'd already run past.

Garcia's punch missed, and the powerful momentum sent his body spinning a full 180 degrees through the air.

Garcia went sprawling.

The head referee took the whistle from his lips and swept both arms forward, as if sounding the charge for Barca's attack.

Griezmann and Pedri charged after Li Mingyu like tigers descending from the mountains.

But to their despair, they found they couldn't catch up to Li Mingyu even while running without the ball.

The most desperate ones, though, were surely Huesca's defenders.

Li Mingyu carried the ball straight toward the opposing defense.

The two center-backs retreated while half-turned, on high alert. Both were experienced players, positioning themselves one ahead of the other so they could cover each other no matter which way Li Mingyu broke through.

But they were so nervous they nearly forgot they were defending right on the edge of the penalty area. Their retreat carried them inside it.

Li Mingyu had reached the edge of the penalty arc, but there wasn't a defender within three meters of him.

Huesca's goalkeeper shouted, "Get out there and close him down!"

Only then did the two center-backs realize they had nearly retreated into the six-yard box.

What defender would make such a basic mistake?

Before the two center-backs could rush forward, Li Mingyu planted his left foot firmly on the edge of the penalty area and whipped his other leg forward, lashing the ball like a whip.

It was as easy as taking a shot in training.

The ball flew like a shell from a cannon, tracing a beautiful arc straight toward the top right corner of the goal.

The goalkeeper, Fernandez, waved his hands in despair. At that range, he had no time to make a save.

The entire Camp Nou erupted with joy.

The 88th minute of the second half. 3–2.

Three goals in eight minutes—he'd scored a hat trick.

Li Mingyu had made a name for himself in a single match.

After signaling that the goal counted, the referee hurried to the middle of the field.

Garcia still hadn't gotten up since falling to the ground.

He'd thrown that punch with all his strength, only to hit empty air.

When Garcia crashed to the ground, he had no time to brace himself or protect himself. His elbow slammed hard against the turf.

His right arm was dislocated!

Clutching his right arm, Garcia was drenched in sweat from the pain. He lay on the ground, afraid to move even a little.

This was a real injury.

Usually, when you saw someone rolling around wildly on the ground during a match, they were basically fine.

But when you saw someone lying there, afraid to move, that was when they were truly injured.

The head referee came over to Garcia and carefully examined his arm. Once he confirmed it was dislocated, he quickly signaled for the medical staff to come on.

Huesca's medical staff rushed onto the field. Garcia was a pillar of their team, after all.

After examining him, the team doctor shook his head at the head coach. Garcia's dislocation was quite serious. It needed immediate treatment, and he definitely couldn't continue playing.

On the sidelines, Huesca's coach was furious. He kicked a bottle of mineral water nearby, sending it flying.

Turning around, the coach pointed at a player on the bench and said, "Get ready to go on!"

The player hurriedly got up to warm up.

Garcia's injury was quite serious. The team doctor first secured his arm with a bandage, then helped him prepare to leave the field.

But the head referee suddenly walked up to Garcia. With a stern expression, he pulled a Ruby Promotion Card from the pocket of his shorts and held it up to Garcia.

Garcia was drenched in sweat from the pain, but his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He shouted angrily at the referee.

Huesca's other players also crowded around, demanding justice from the referee.

The referee said expressionlessly, "Your punch just now was a retaliatory act of violent conduct. According to the rules, you have to be shown a red card!"

Garcia protested angrily, "I didn't even hit him, and I'm the one who got injured!"

A trace of barely concealed disdain flashed in the referee's eyes. "Your action was retaliatory. You should be thankful you didn't hit your opponent. I'll include your actions and your attitude just now in my post-match report, and the football association will impose an appropriate punishment!"

Garcia was about to lose his mind. He was already in such a miserable state, and now the referee was rubbing salt in his wound.

Seeing how unyielding the referee was, they had no confidence as a newly promoted team to argue with him.

On the sidelines, Huesca's coach saw the referee show Garcia a red card and was so furious he nearly suffered a brain hemorrhage. He charged toward the fourth official like a lion, protesting the decision.

The player who had been warming up also returned to the bench with a wounded look, his eyes full of frustration.

The fourth official explained to Huesca's coach why the red card had been shown.

But Huesca's coach could see the cooked duck not only flying away, but also slapping him hard across the face on its way out.

He had no mind to listen to any explanations. A string of Spanish-style profanity poured from his mouth at the referee.

The fourth official was stunned. He'd never heard anyone swear so obscenely in his life!

The fourth official got angry, too, and immediately called over the head referee.

When the head referee saw his buddy being bullied, he hurried over and issued the Ruby Promotion Card—which he hadn't yet put back in his pocket—to Huesca's furious coach.

Huesca's coach was pulled away by his assistant, still cursing and swearing as he returned to the dressing room.

They'd lost the match and made fools of themselves!

There wasn't much left to watch in the rest of the match.

When Li Mingyu learned he'd nearly had the back of his head caved in by a punch, he got scared, too.

Eight minutes, a hat trick—that was enough.

If he made someone else on the opposing team angry and actually got hurt, it wouldn't be worth it.

The referee blew his whistle, and the match ended.

Barca won the match 3–2 at home.

Camp Nou erupted in celebration.

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