The promise Bayern Munich can't give you, I can fulfill for you!

Aguero was brought down by Rodrigo at the top of the penalty arc, and the referee decisively called the foul.

Manchester City had earned a free-kick opportunity in an excellent position.

This spot was much better than Chen Anno's earlier one, only about twenty-three meters from goal.

David Silva stood over the ball, ready to take the set piece.

The whistle blew. He ran up, swung his leg, and struck the ball.

The shot hit Denilson directly and failed to get past the wall.

"Lucio!!"

Chen Anno, who had been waiting for his chance, saw it and immediately shouted.

Hearing him, Lucio instantly launched the ball toward the front with a big clearance, without even glancing at Denilson, who had been knocked down by the ball.

On the touchline, Manchester City manager Pellegrini was shocked.

"Get back!! Get back!! Now!!"

"Stop him for me! Stop that kid!"

As Chen Anno moved forward, he looked back at the ball flying through the air, calculating where it would land.

"Kid, with me here, don't even think about getting past me!"

Fernandinho kept making little moves with his hands, staying tight to Chen Anno's run, trying to disrupt him as he received the ball.

Chen Anno's hands were not idle either. He slightly spread his left arm, keeping Fernandinho's body away from his own to avoid contact that might throw off his balance.

The ball dropped. Chen Anno raised the outside of his right foot slightly, cushioning it down with precision, then flicked it backward with his heel as his body changed direction in an instant.

But Fernandinho was extremely experienced. The moment Chen Anno changed direction, he followed with a sudden stop, then stepped forward with his right foot, blocking Chen Anno's route to the left.

Yet Chen Anno seemed to have anticipated it. The ball he had just knocked to the left was guided along by his left foot, slipping straight through Fernandinho's legs.

Then, using the momentum from before, Chen Anno swept past Fernandinho's left side.

Chen Anno's series of moves was smooth and seamless, happening almost within a single second. Fernandinho could not react in time and fell straight backward.

"Anno Chen! God! What a brilliant dribble!"

"He's simply a genius! No! A genius among geniuses!"

The Sport1 commentator was so stunned his jaw nearly dropped.

After shaking off Fernandinho, Chen Anno had a clear path ahead. He pushed his speed to the limit, like a bolt of lightning, charging straight toward Manchester City's penalty area.

Seeing that no defender was there to help him, Joe Hart gritted his teeth and rushed out from goal.

The two met on the penalty-area line. Chen Anno swung his left foot as if to lob the ball, and Joe Hart indeed took the bait.

Just as his left foot was about to touch the ball, his ankle shifted and nudged it forward. Chen Anno darted out past Hart's left side, man and ball together.

Chen Anno had taken the goalkeeper on and beaten him once again. What came next could not have been simpler: with a gentle push of his left foot, the ball rolled into Manchester City's goal.

Zabaleta, chasing desperately from behind, threw his entire body out, but still failed to touch the ball.

"Tor! Tor! Tor! Tooooooooooooor...!"

The commentator's string of roars traveled through the television broadcast into the ears of every fan watching the match.

Thunderous applause also rang out from the stands. At Munich's Allianz Arena today, most of the spectators were local neutral fans.

With Chen Anno scoring such a spectacular goal, how could the fans be stingy with their applause?

After scoring, Chen Anno stretched both arms out level, soaring across the pitch like an eagle spreading its wings.

His beautiful black hair fluttered in the wind, and a few drops of sweat fell with the strands onto the grass of Allianz Arena, becoming nourishment for the turf.

The match time had now reached the 88th minute.

With Chen Anno's brilliant goal, Sao Paulo had come from behind to take the lead!

There was not much time left for Manchester City!

After the match restarted, Sao Paulo almost completely retreated into defense. At a time like this, it was truly when they had to defend with everything they had.

In the final minutes, Manchester City launched a frenzied counterattack against Sao Paulo's defensive line.

However, under Sao Paulo's united resistance, they still failed to find another chance to score before the match ended.

Beep! Beep! Beep...!

In the 93rd minute, the referee blew the final whistle.

Sao Paulo, the team from Brazil, had won this Audi Cup!

Chen Anno also took home the Golden Boot and the Best Player award with his outstanding performance.

This was the second championship trophy he had helped the team lift since returning to Sao Paulo and joining the first team.

Though they were both rather insignificant trophies, they were still trophies, weren't they?

How could winning a championship in Germany be complete without beer?

The moment they lifted the trophy, the Sao Paulo players celebrated wildly, beer spraying everywhere. Chen Anno in particular was drenched from head to toe by Aloisio.

Café Einstein was an upscale café in the heart of Munich. Elegant in atmosphere and laid out with privacy in mind, it was very suitable for small business discussions.

By now, it was already the second day after the Audi Cup ended, and Chen Anno and Wagner had come here.

"Mr. Ribery, Anno, very glad to see you!" Klopp, his face covered in a full beard, wore a gentle smile and spoke in heavily accented English.

"This is my assistant, Peter Kravietz."

"Hello, Mr. Klopp! Hello, Mr. Kravietz! It's an honor to be invited by you." Wagner shook hands with Klopp, his gaze sweeping over their surroundings. "Nice taste."

"Hello, Mr. Klopp, Mr. Kravietz."

Chen Anno spoke fluent German without hesitation, leaving the people beside him momentarily stunned. Even Wagner was a little surprised.

The smile on Klopp's face grew even warmer. "Have you been to Germany before, Anno?"

Chen Anno shook his head. "No. The reason I know German is that my dad hired a German teacher for me before. An English teacher too, of course. In his words, it was to lay the groundwork for me to play football in Europe someday."

"Wow..." Klopp clapped in approval. "Then I really must meet your father if I get the chance. He truly was a wise man with foresight."

At that, Chen Anno's eyes visibly dimmed a little. "I'm sorry. He's no longer with us."

"Uh..." Klopp froze for a moment, but he reacted quickly. "I'm very sorry, Anno."

"It's all right. It's been more than two years." Chen Anno took a breath and shrugged, indicating that he had already grown used to it.

They took their seats, and the waiter brought coffee for everyone.

"Anno, I really am sorry about earlier. I didn't know any of that before. But I believe that if your father can see how you're performing now from heaven, he must be proud of you." Klopp's tone was sincere.

"Thank you, Mr. Klopp! I think so too." Chen Anno smiled a little shyly, but everyone could feel the confidence in his voice.

"Okay... gentlemen, let's talk business first."

Wagner steered the conversation away at the right moment, drawing everyone's attention back to the purpose of their visit.

"Yes, yes!" Klopp quickly nodded, then looked at Chen Anno, seriousness showing in his eyes. "Anno, come to Borussia Dortmund!"

"We already understand your demands. The promises Bayern Munich can't give you—I can make them!"