Chapter 303

Su Yang lit a cigar at this time and said slowly, "Do you think I'm very awesome? Do you think my brain is not sick?"

Seeing Su Yang acting cocky at this moment, Liu Zixuan said unhappily, "The Korean team only scored a goal because they are dirty, shameless, and lucky."

"And it's only the 86th minute now; it's not over yet. Also, don't forget that you bet with them that the Korean team would win two to one."

"Now, following this rhythm, it's highly probable that the two teams will tie in the end, and you'll still be the one who loses. What are you acting so tough for?"

Su Yang said, "Hehehe, there won't be a tie result."

"There's still overtime. In overtime, the Korean team will score another goal and completely send the Mediterranean Fortress back to their old home."

Perhaps he said this a bit too loudly; not only did Liu Zixuan hear it, but even the people sitting in the booths on both sides heard it.

Hearing Su Yang actually say that the Korean team could score another goal, all the monstrous anger gathered on Su Yang at once.

"I fuck your bumpkin, what are you saying? The Korean team scoring this one was already a stroke of dog shit luck."

"You dare to say they can score another goal? If the Korean team scores another goal later, I'll run naked from here."

"What the hell, letting them score one was already the most shameless operation. The Mediterranean Fortress team was just confused by such shameless fouls; otherwise, they wouldn't even have scored this one."

"I'm saying, is there something wrong with your brain? Why would the Korean team win?"

"Scoring one in overtime? Do you think those losers from the Korean team will have Ronaldo and Ronaldinho possessed in them?"

This group of people had red eyes from losing. Although the score on the field was one to one, they had basically lost all their outside bets. At this moment, hearing Su Yang say this, they had completely found a vent.

If killing people wasn't a crime, they would all want to swarm up and chop Su Yang into pieces to feed the dogs at this moment.

"What do you want to do? Can't afford to lose or what? Don't you all claim that hundreds of thousands or millions are just pocket money to you? Why aren't you keeping up the act? I'm telling you, this is just the beginning; the things that will make you cry are still to come."

Su Yang said to the crowd without any politeness. These people were usually high and mighty, accustomed to liking others to follow them, so where would anyone confront them directly? But what they didn't expect was that Su Yang didn't indulge them at all.

"Fine, you kid are awesome. You wait for me. When you lose later, see how we deal with you."

"Young Master Jia, count me in later."

"Young Master Jia, count me in later too. This bet is too damn small; we should give him a few big slaps."

Amidst the angry voices of the crowd, Liu Zixuan scolded, "Stop acting like big shots here, you guys."

"You can think clearly: you're not hitting Su Yang's face; you're hitting Zhou Ruohan's face. If you want to hit, go ahead."

"And Zhou Ruohan will definitely send someone to bring money later. You had better weigh whether you can afford to provoke the person who comes to deliver the money."

Once these words were out, the crowd seemed to think of something, and the arrogant spirit just now instantly dissipated.

Su Yang thought to himself, does Zhou Ruohan have such a powerful backing? Being able to make this group of people shut up just by mentioning a name in this circle, he was also quite curious about the identity of these people.

He originally wanted to say there was no need to send money, as he was a sure winner. But then he thought, forget it; isn't this rubbing salt into their wounds? They already have red eyes now; wouldn't they be desperate later?

Sure enough, in the next few minutes, no one scored again. According to the rules, they could only enter overtime.

In the 104th minute of overtime, a player from the Mediterranean Fortress team was sent off for accumulating two yellow cards, and the atmosphere at the scene fell into high tension again.

Some people even started to scold the fixed match and crooked whistle there, and some started to swear.

Su Yang's face was calm. At this time, he even wanted to say, "This is a damn crooked whistle. If it weren't for the crooked whistle, even if the Korean team kicked until they shit, they wouldn't be able to win against the Mediterranean Fortress team."

But the more these people were so exasperated, the more he felt an indescribable sense of smugness in his heart.

Time went on until the 117th minute. At this time, Su Yang raised his champagne and said inexplicably to the crowd, "The Korean team is going to win. Now you can open the champagne."

His words caused public anger again. Zhang Jiangbo even roared with a twisted face, "Shut the fuck up!"

"That's right, don't curse, damn it. Mediterranean Fortress team, Mediterranean Fortress team, the Mediterranean Fortress team will definitely make it."

"Kill these crooked whistles, Mediterranean Fortress, score a goal for me, score a goal for me."

Su Yang looked around at these exasperated young masters and young ladies of wealthy families who still had deep expectations in their eyes, raised his neck, and drank a full glass of champagne down his throat.

Only now did the champagne taste like something. The so-called opening of champagne to celebrate is perhaps this feeling.

Just as the champagne slid into his abdomen, Ahn Jung-hwan, number 19 of the Korean team, headed the ball into the bottom right corner of the goal from six meters in front of the goal.

The Korean team also relied on this goal to enter the World Cup quarterfinals.

When the cheers from the game scene were transmitted to the ears of everyone present through the big screen, this group of people only felt that this might be the most ear-piercing sound in the world.

Without exception, they all sat on the ground in a dejected state as if their fathers had died, "Fuck your mother, Mediterranean Fortress."

"Korean team, you don't want any face at all. How can there be such despicable things as you in humanity?"

"Damn! Why did it turn out like this? It really is two to one."

I don't know who mentioned two to one, but suddenly the people at the scene seemed to remember something at this moment, and everyone turned their eyes to Su Yang.

Because Su Yang had previously said that the Korean team would win two to one.

Before this, none of them could believe that the game would have such a result, but now the facts were before their eyes.

Even if they felt it was unreal, even if they felt it was a crooked whistle, even if they felt this result was too magical, they were powerless to change this situation and could only swallow this bitter fruit through gritted teeth.

It was easy for them to make money, but losing the family fortune they had worked so hard to accumulate for so many years all at once was also a huge setback for them.

They were originally going to get rich, but they didn't expect to lose everything, not even a hair left.

This kind of mood, if one hasn't experienced it oneself, others cannot express it in words.

On the big screen, the players of the Mediterranean Fortress team were crying in shame and falling down dejectedly, and the fans of the Mediterranean Fortress were crying with tears in their eyes, holding their heads and crying in disbelief.

On the other side, the Korean team was running wildly across the field, celebrating wantonly, and some even took off their jerseys and swung them crazily.

Ahn Jung-hwan was treated like a hero by them, surrounded in a circle and thrown up and down.

The Korean fans were even crazier; they hugged each other in the stands and shouted wantonly. In their eyes, they completely ignored those dirty moves and also ignored the crooked whistle from beginning to end, only seeing the result of their victory.

Jia Guolong and the others were pale, sitting in their seats without moving, as if they had been drained of all their strength.

They couldn't even say a word, just opening their mouths and staring fixedly at the big screen.

At this time, Su Yang slowly got up, took the microphone from Liu Zixuan's side, turned it on, and said, "Young Master Jia, it's time to cash in the bet..."