Boca's New Supernova! What? Revenge?

The instant Su Bai's headed shot slipped into Tucuman Athletic's goal.

Su Bai, whose balance had been maliciously disrupted by Bilalva in midair, also fell helplessly to the ground.

By sheer coincidence, as Su Bai fell, his knee instinctively struck Bilalva's ankle, the man who had hit the ground before him!

Crack!

The moment Su Bai's knee slammed hard into Bilalva's leg, accompanied by the sound of bone breaking, Bilalva, Tucuman Athletic's most notorious brute, let out a heart-wrenching scream!

Su Bai, meanwhile, hurriedly got back to his feet.

He gave up celebrating the goal and instead looked worriedly at Bilalva, who was clutching his ankle and screaming in pain.

All of Tucuman Athletic's players gathered around.

What had just happened had unfolded right before their eyes.

They had seen their own captain pull a dirty trick.

That Chinese kid had only fallen because he lost his balance in the air.

So, there was no conflict at that moment.

Bilalva's agonized screams made his teammates' hearts leap into their throats.

Seeing this, the team doctors immediately rushed onto the field.

After a brief examination, they discovered just how serious Bilalva's injury was.

And just like that!

Bilalva, a notorious hardman of his generation, was carried off the field on a stretcher by the medical staff.

In the stands, Xie Luotuo watched Tucuman Athletic's captain, the man who had given him the biggest headaches, leave the field in such a manner, and could not help sighing for quite a while.

But beneath that sighing was an even greater sense of satisfaction.

This guy had long been infamous throughout the Argentine Primera División. Ending up like this was simply what he deserved.

Still, had that kid Su Bai done it on purpose, or had it really been an accident?

Xie Luotuo looked at Su Bai, who still wore a concerned expression on the field, and could only smile bitterly.

Sure enough, that quiet way of making a killing really did run deep in the rabbit's blood!

In front of Tucuman Athletic's bench, Magiar's face had turned livid as he looked at the scoreline and his captain being taken away in an ambulance.

Left with no choice, Magiar could only send on a substitute.

And from that moment on!

Boca Juniors' slaughter of Tucuman Athletic officially began!

Su Bai had already accomplished the astonishing feat of scoring four goals in a single match.

For the rest of the game, he remained just as unstoppable down the right flank.

The biggest difference between the Argentine league and Europe's top five leagues was defending.

Attack-minded Argentinians did not employ the layered defensive systems of Italy.

Especially when facing an unstoppable, high-speed tank of a winger like Su Bai.

In the seventy-fifth minute of the match!

Su Bai once again used his formidable physique to complete a solo run down the right wing.

After charging to the byline.

Su Bai sent a cutback across the ground.

Boca's attacking midfielder Pablo Perez, arriving late, calmly stroked in a shot!

The ball once again slipped into the goal guarded by Martin Hughes.

5:3!

More than three thousand traveling Tucuman Athletic supporters in the stands had fallen completely silent.

They stared despondently at the score on the stadium screen.

No matter how hard they thought about it, they could not understand how Boca Juniors had produced such an unimaginable young player!

That brutally forceful style of dribbling, along with those nearly unsolvable cuts inside!

None of it had ever appeared in Argentina, a place that worshipped technique!

On the other side, Boca's fans had long since begun chanting Su Bai's name!

This crazy kid, who had scored four goals and provided one assist in his debut, had completely conquered them!

As the fans enjoyed their home-side massacre of a bitter rival, they had already begun imagining how this miraculous Chinese kid could help Boca Juniors crush their sworn enemies River Plate in the next round of league fixtures.

As the match became completely one-sided.

Assistant coach Almeida promptly substituted Su Bai.

As he watched his own number light up on the substitution board at the sidelines.

Su Bai jogged off the field.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

More than seventy thousand Boca fans throughout the stadium rose to their feet, giving the young man who had single-handedly secured Boca's victory the applause he deserved.

Almeida smiled as he watched Su Bai come off and patted him on the shoulder.

The match continued!

With Su Bai off the pitch, Boca's attacking power down the right flank dropped sharply.

Even so, Boca still kept the utterly demoralized Tucuman Athletic pinned back.

When the referee blew the final whistle.

The score was locked at 5:3!

Argentine Primera Division, Round Seventeen!

Boca Juniors defeated Tucuman Athletic 5:3 at home, crushing the side that had confidently declared before kickoff that they would beat Boca.

What Tucuman Athletic fans found even harder to accept was that their decorated captain, Bilalva, had suffered a comminuted ankle fracture, ending his season entirely.

With an incredible performance of four goals and one assist, Su Bai was named Man of the Match.

After returning to the locker room!

Xie Luotuo, who had been sent off with a red card, finally returned to the home dressing room, which was filled with laughter and cheers!

"Su! That was fantastic!"

The moment he entered, Xie Luotuo raised both thumbs at Su Bai.

With the head coach saying that, the other players immediately shouted and applauded Su Bai as well.

The first-team stars who had once barely spared Su Bai a glance came up one after another to embrace him.

That was professional football!

If you wanted others' respect, there was no other way—you could only earn it through your own ability.

"Su, come with me to the post-match press conference!"

Seeing that Su Bai had finished packing up, Xie Luotuo called for him to attend the post-match press conference together.

It was a reward for Su Bai's perfect performance in this match.

Unlike coaches in Europe's top five leagues, who rarely let young players deal with reporters in order to protect them.

Coaches in Argentina were more than willing to let their players become famous sooner.

There was no helping it!

The Argentine league was merely a breeding ground for nurturing talents for Europe's top five leagues.

What they desired most was to develop young superstars and sell them to elite clubs.

Not only would the clubs make money, but even the head coaches could get a share.

And so!

Su Bai followed Xie Luotuo to the first press conference of his life.

Inside Boca's spacious press conference hall.

Countless reporters had long since grown impatient!

They squeezed forward one after another, hoping to be the first to ask the questions they wanted answered at the upcoming press conference.

There was no helping it!

Su Bai was simply too mysterious!

Before this match, the only news about him was that he had also pulled off an unbelievable hat trick in a youth league match.

Seven goals in two matches!

Even in Argentina, where talented players were everywhere, such a performance was exceedingly rare.

What was more, he was of Chinese descent.

A man from a footballing desert becoming a sensational young star in Argentina—this alone was enough to draw the attention of countless fans.

Finally, after a long wait!

The handsome young man with black hair entered the press conference venue alongside his head coach!

The reporters instantly went wild!

"Mr. Xie Luotuo, was Su discovered by Boca itself?"

"Su, you scored four goals in your debut. What plans do you have for your future? Are you considering joining one of Europe's top five leagues by the end of the month?"

"Su! Boca will face their archrivals in the next match. Are you confident that you can help Boca defeat River Plate with the same kind of performance?"

"Su! Was Bilalva of Tucuman Athletic injured because you deliberately retaliated against him?"

Deliberately retaliated?

Su Bai, who had been smiling just moments ago, immediately frowned at the reporter's question.

This guy was here to stir up trouble!

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