Chapter 830: Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter: Wang Wei, Grace, C. Ronaldo, and Escrivá

Except for himself, every member of the team had their comprehensive attributes increased by 5%.

Five percent might not seem like much, but there were a full ten people benefiting from it!

Ten times five percent equals fifty percent!

Thinking of this, Tang Ye couldn't help but feel excited.

He hadn't calculated it at first; indeed, he had underestimated the effect of 【Wang Wei】.

A fifty percent increase in ability—that was practically like having half an extra person!

Calculating further, in a football match the opposing side had eleven people, but his own side now had a full eleven and a half.

Hiss!

Unbelievably strong!

Through his series of calculations, Tang Ye had roughly figured out just how fierce this thing called 【Wang Wei】 truly was.

Additionally, 【Wang Ding】 still had two layers locked.

The unlocking conditions were a comprehensive attribute of 98 and a comprehensive attribute of 99 respectively.

To be honest, that really seemed designed to frustrate people; how could a normal player's comprehensive attribute possibly reach 98!

But it didn't matter.

Fortunately, Grandmaster GG himself couldn't exactly be considered a normal person.

Step by step, unlocking the final two layers of 【Wang Ding】 was merely a matter of time!

Pinned Post: 2022 EAFF E-1 Football Championship China Squad Schedule (Participating Teams: South Korea, Japan, China, Hong Kong China):

July 20, China vs. Hong Kong China.

July 24, China vs. Japan.

July 28, China vs. South Korea.

In the upcoming EAFF E-1 Football Championship, the champion would be decided over three matches, and this was precisely the best opportunity for Tang Ye to test his great 【Wang Wei】.

(See the Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter for the middle content)

(The original plan was to release two Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapters, but an author friend reminded me that some readers only get one monthly ticket per month, so I can definitely only release one bonus chapter)

(The content originally planned for the Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter has been arranged within the main text)

"China!"

"Viva China China!"

"Fran! Fran!"

As the victor of this boxing match, Escrivá raised both hands high, enjoying the cheers of the surrounding fans and reporters.

Ten Hag lay collapsed nearby, a doctor examining his injuries; he looked utterly miserable.

But wasn't this exactly the treatment a rat deserved? Rats emerging from the sewers to harm the city naturally had to be besieged by the citizens!

【Awesome!】

【Saint E! Saint E! Saint E! Damn, if I'd known it was a boxing match I would've gone to the scene; I'm f***ing in Italy right now】

【Boohoo, Saint Ten!】

【Wait, isn't this fighting too vicious? The referee didn't even stop it; where are the Italian police? Hurry up and arrest Escrivá】

【Hiss... My Tang Tang Qiuwang arrived a step too late. But what are the fans at the scene doing? Why didn't they stop my GGBond? I didn't get to see enough!】

Unexpectedly, Tang Ye, the only one who stepped up to break up the fight, had become the target of the fans' condemnation!

Tang Ye truly was pitiable.

If you could stand in his shoes and look at this incident: his national team coach had fought his club coach; the national team coach was celebrating victory, while the club coach lay on the ground unable to move.

A tragic cry!

"How is it?"

Tang Ye asked the doctor at the boxing gym.

The doctor at the boxing gym was a professional; he quickly identified Ten Hag's problem: "His left hand appears to be fractured."

"..."

Tang Ye shook his head, sighed, and signaled his driver to take Ten Hag to the hospital first.

Because he was an athlete, Tang Ye felt that a fracture was an extremely serious matter; he could only hope that Mr. Sitting Like would recover quickly.

"Ferran."

Tang Ye spread his hands toward Escrivá: "Why? Why do this?"

"I thought you two were going to sit down and talk properly!"

After being called out by Tang Ye a few times, Escrivá calmed down somewhat: "If I told the truth, he wouldn't have come, and you would have stopped me."

"Don't you understand yet? This matter should be resolved this way; it is the only solution. Between him and me, there should only be one victor."

"..."

"Wow!!!"

Escrivá's words once again sparked cheers from the onlookers, immediately followed by a continuous series of camera shutter clicks.

Tang Ye grabbed Escrivá's hand, dragging him toward the exit.

"No!"

"I'm not going!"

"Why?"

"He can go to the hospital himself!"

"No, you must come!"

Escrivá hoped to stay behind, constantly trying to wrench his hand free from Tang Ye's grip.

But how could Tang Ye possibly let Escrivá stay behind alone?

"No! You're fucking crazy, Ferran! Come with me!"

Tang Ye dragged Escrivá outside, and with the driver's cooperation, shoved the Spaniard straight into the car.

"I don't want to be stuck with him!"

"Shut up!"

Tang Ye climbed in after them and immediately restrained Escrivá inside the vehicle.

Click-click!

Click-click!

The reporters who had originally been inside the fighting gym also chased out, aiming their cameras at Escrivá in the car and snapping away.

"Hey, hey, hey! That's enough, that's enough, don't do this!"

Tang Ye raised his hands to block the camera lenses: "Sorry, sorry, we've wasted your time; tonight's dinner is over. We'll discuss this matter later."

"May I ask how Eric is doing right now?"

"Ferran beat Eric to a pulp; do you feel satisfied now?"

"Eric, can you hear me? How are you feeling right now?"

"Tom, you can't let those two sit in the same car!"

A reporter's hands pressed against the window; Tang Ye quickly shoved the reporter aside and signaled the driver to get the car moving immediately.

Beep-beep-beep!

Beep-beep-beep!

"Hoo..."

Leaning back in his seat, Tang Ye truly felt a massive headache coming on.

His phone buzzed with a message; Tang Ye picked it up and replied quickly.

Turning to look at Ten Hag beside him, he said: "Rhode is also in Italy; he'll be here shortly."

"So what exactly are you doing, Ferran!"

"Why do this?"

Tang Ye spread his hands toward Escrivá; the latter said not a word, simply sitting there in a daze.

"Hoo, hoo-hoo..."

Tang Ye could even clearly hear the sound of Escrivá's panting.

This guy's agitated emotions from earlier had not yet fully subsided.

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

Escrivá said.

"Hey, damn it."

Tang Ye waved his hand: "If you two were just having dinner together, that would certainly have nothing to do with me; go ahead and eat. But what the hell are you doing fighting?"

"Fuck!"

Tang Ye pounded the car door with his fist.

He felt like the father of an immature child right now.

The child had gotten into a fight outside, a completely nonsensical brawl, and had beaten up a classmate!

So who was that classmate he beat up?

That's right, it was Tang Ye's other son!

This is truly fucking bullshit!

"Cough!"

"Cough-cough!"

"This matter won't end so simply... Ferran."

A voice came from the front; Ten Hag was staring straight into Escrivá's eyes.

"I..."

Just as Escrivá was about to speak, Tang Ye shouted out immediately.

"Nobody say another word!"

"From now on, whoever speaks again gets beaten."

"..."

Escrivá shut his mouth, and Ten Hag finally calmed down somewhat, supporting his broken left hand.