"It's truly amazing!" The fat man was so excited he almost jumped up. The better the players he signed performed, the more rewards Sha Chu would give him.
In the fat man's eyes, what Li Xiu kicked was not a Razor Ball, but piles of cash.
Pa Shan landed on the ground, staring blankly at the soccer ball inside the goal, his expression complex.
"Do you want me to be the goalkeeper?" Li Xiu looked at Pa Shan and asked.
"No, I lost." Pa Shan shook his head.
He wanted to prove himself to Kun Sha, but two failures made him realize that, as Kun Sha said, he indeed underestimated the sport of football.
Zheng Xiu wanted to say something, but Pa Shan had already turned to leave.
Sha Chu glanced at Kun Sha, who understood her meaning and said, "Pa Shan, if you truly want to prove yourself, stay."
Pa Shan stopped and turned to look at Kun Sha.
"What you're lacking is merely technique. Here, we have the best football players." Kun Sha said while glancing at Li Xiu.
