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Chapter 513: I'll take the win for now



After skillfully stealing the ball from João, Hiro immediately surged forward.

The sudden burst of speed sent a wave of alarm through the opposing team. Romero who was caught completely out of position, felt a pang of dread as he saw Hiro with the ball.

Of all players, why did it have to be him?

In a panic, the opposing players scrambled to retreat.

But before Romero could regain his position or any other players could get to him, Hiro unleashed a powerful shot from midfield.

The crowd held their breath, their eyes wide with a mix of horror and anticipation as they watched the ball soar toward the goal.

The ball's trajectory was steady and unwavering.

Despite being out of position, Romero made a desperate attempt to save it, hurling himself toward the post with arms outstretched.

One glance was enough to see that his landing wouldn't be gentle.

The rough concrete beneath him promised injury, and he knew it better than anyone. But the passion and determination he displayed in that moment, risking it all for the save, were nothing short of remarkable.

Yet despite his attempt, he failed to save the ball in the end. Evading his reach the ball effortlessly glided inside the post.

As João watched the goal, different complicated emotions started to well up inside his heart. A moment ago, he had daringly issued a challenge to him.

But now, he had turned into a mere spectator to Hiro's brilliance.

He had been utterly defeated.

His expression froze as he watched him with a defeated look on his face.

The figure before his eyes appeared mightier than the mightiest mountain. It was as if he was in the presence of some mighty figure whose foot had been kissed by the god of football himself.

Even though he hadn't considered himself a genius, after competing against many players in the arena, he believed that he was cut above the rest.

But right now, against a behemoth who seemed like he could score from any part of the pitch, he felt like he was overestimating himself.

About a certain distance away from him, Romero who had failed to stop the goal was writhing in pain. He could barely bring himself to keep his eyes open.

Clenching his chest tightly, he lay on the ground with an expression full of pain.

Many people rushed to him to check his condition. Even though they had already predicted the outcome still watching his painful expression made them anxious.

Upon seeing him writhing in pain, many people couldn't help but have an ill omen about his condition. They couldn't shake the feeling of terror they felt upon seeing him in such a miserable condition.

"Romero, Romero"

They called out to him worriedly.

Romero could audibly hear the voices of the feeling around him. But the stinging pain in his leg was making it hard for him to speak.

If he hadn't cushioned his fall with his hand, he might have actually broken his ribcage. But right before his collision, he shielded most of the impact with his hand.

Even so, he couldn't help prevent the inevitable collision.

So, during the collision, he hurt his legs. Well, it was already hurt to begin with. Most probably, he had triggered his dormant injury.

Thankfully, it wasn't anything major.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

More and more people rush to him to check his state leaving a few of the people exasperated. All of them crowding around him was worsening the situation.

So, one of them yelled, "Don't crowd over here"

Around this time, taking advantage of the chaos, Roberto the burly guy who had made the bet tried to sneak his way out of the pitch.

But how could he evade the greedy eyes of Carlos?

"Roberto, going somewhere?" Carlos said in a questioning tone while standing before him.

Roberto with his huge feature towered over Carlos who was rather lean. Yet still, now that he had been found out, he couldn't help but droop his shoulder.

Rubbing his palm, he displayed a timid smile on his face, "Haha.., I was just going to get some first aid for Romero." He explained himself.

"Oh..., Forgive me for thinking that you were trying to run away without paying," Carlos said in an apologetic tone while emphasizing a few words, "Run away without paying".

Upon hearing him, he let out a nervous laugh as he said, "Hahaha..., you know me well, don't you Carlos? I'd never... do such a thing."

Carlos, however, looked at him strangely without uttering anything.

'I know well what kind of person you are' he scoffed internally but didn't show any of his emotions on his face.

"But...," Roberto paused as he looked at him the way a greedy businessman would look at his lender after being unable to pay up the money he owed, shamelessly.

Carlos asked, feeling a premonition, "But what?"

"But can you give me some time to pay you back?"

At this moment, Carlos couldn't help but regret his decision to make a bet with him. Carlos, contorted his face in disgust and agitation as he heard him.

But then again, he had brought this upon himself by making a deal with such an unreliable person in the first place. So, if he ended up fleeing without paying then he was the person to

blame.

Revealing a helpless sigh, he looked at him, "Sigh! Then why did you even make a deal if you were going to pay later?"

"I thought that we'd win easily since we were playing against some foreigners. So, I didn't think about losing," He explained himself.

There wasn't even a hint of shame reflecting on his face.

Just how could someone be such shameless?

Don't you have any pride?

But if he allowed him to walk away now, he wouldn't get his money. That much Carlos was aware of it. Also, the fatso in front of him wasn't being entirely truthful either.

Even if he had to let him go, he had to keep something that belonged to him as collateral to

get his money. So, he walked to him.

Then he skillfully reached out to his pocket.

Before the burly man could even resist him, Carlos already snatched his phone away from his

pocket.

Enraged, he watched him with his bloodshot eyes, gnashing his teeth.

He wanted to retaliate but if he did that he'd probably get pummeled by the people present in the venue. So, he could only tuck his fury.

Flinging his phone, Carlos said with a casual tone, "Until you repay me, I'll be holding your phone as collateral. But if you don't bring me my money by the end of this week, I'll sell it."

"Though I doubt that I'd get enough money to compensate," he added.