Aroca is a long-established and strong team in Portugal and has a reputation as a strong player in the league.

Although their home stadium, the Aroca Municipal Stadium, can only accommodate 5,000 spectators, if anyone dares to underestimate this place, they will definitely pay the price.

Simon King has always been a cautious person.

So at the pre-match press conference on Saturday, he said this when facing the reporter of "Aroka Newspaper": "Aroka is a team worthy of respect. They have outstanding players.

, there are excellent coaches, and there are 5,000 crazy fans. Therefore, this game will be very difficult for us."

However, despite what Simon King said, he was very sincere and very respectful.

But on the front page of the newspaper the next day, there was still a headline like this: "The game coach is eager to crush Arcaro under his feet!"

Ever since, Arouca fans were angry.

They blocked the collapsed hotel in Vishena and surrounded their game bus.

Then Simon King continued to abuse them using curse words that he had never heard in his life.

The players are of course angry, but as professional players, they are no strangers to this.

But Simon King can't do it. This is the first time this guy has encountered such a thing.

In addition, before leaving, he received an apology call from Fa Xiaofanni, saying that because of work, he could not return to China to cheer for him.

So now Simon King is very unhappy. He almost wants to rush out of the car and have a good argument with the opponent's fans.

After finally arriving at the Arcaro Stadium, Simon King kicked open the door of the locker room angrily and shouted at the players: "Come on, come on! Change clothes immediately, warm up immediately. I will kill them later!"

Babara smiled and said: "Don't be angry, coach. It's not the fans' fault. It's just that you are too popular. The media just loves to make trouble."

"No matter, no matter! In a word, we must win!"

Costa saw everything, and he was secretly proud of himself. He took advantage of the situation and sent everything he recorded to a Spanish tabloid.

After the warm-up, Simon King gathered the players into a group, took the tactical blackboard, and once again emphasized the key points of today's game.

Seeing that Simon King was still talking about setting up the bus, Costa smiled even more happily. He even touched the lottery ticket in his pocket, imagining how much lottery money he could get after the team lost.

At this moment, the door to the locker room suddenly opened.

Kiki, Claudemir, Marco Paul, and Cassiano, who did not originally come with the team, unexpectedly appeared in front of him at the same time.

Costa couldn't believe his eyes, he subconsciously pointed at a few people, his expression was very wonderful.

"You... aren't you injured? Why are you here?"

"Don't worry Costa, we are already fine, and our name is also on the starting list reported by the team."

Costa was completely stunned. An inexplicable fear instantly made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

But before he could think about what to do with his lottery tickets, a group of men wearing league official uniforms strode in.

"Nunos Jeff Costa, you are suspected of using illegal methods to undermine the fairness of the league. Please leave us immediately and accept the investigation of the Football Association."

"What? Under investigation?"

Costa's expression suddenly changed, and there were beads of sweat as big as soybeans on his gray forehead.

"Please wait, please wait! This is slander, this is slander! Do you have any evidence?"

Having said this, he turned to look at Simon King and said: "It's him, he framed me! I'm a good person, I didn't do anything, I was wronged."

Babara narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at him with disgust, and said: "Shut up! Look at what this is!"

A mini iPad was pulled up by Baaba to open a video and placed on the table.

The players gathered around to take a look and saw that it was a follow-up video.

The protagonist of the video is none other than Costa.

In the video, he is sitting in a cafe, opposite a wretched fat man.

Costa smoked a cigarette and said proudly: "The last game was entirely due to the performance of the players. You also understand football, so you should be able to see it."

The fat man said: "I don't understand football, but I am willing to believe you again."

"Don't worry, brother, I have already placed a heavy bet on the game against Aluoka. To tell you the truth, I spent all my savings on Aluoka's victory."

As Costa said this, he took out a lottery ticket from his coat pocket and placed it on the table, motioning for the fat man to look at it.

After the fat man picked it up and looked at it, he said with a surprised expression on his face: "You actually placed such a heavy bet!"

"Of course!"

Costa put another USB flash drive on the table and said: "This is all Simon King's tactical deployment over the past week. If he hadn't emphasized these tactics every day, I wouldn't have dared to place such a heavy bet.

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The fat man smiled and said: "Okay, it seems that there should be no problem with the information this time."

Costa said proudly: "There is absolutely no problem, not to mention that the main players are injured. To tell you the truth, the reason why they were injured is actually due to me."

At this point in the video, Babara took the iPad into his hand and continued to say in annoyance: "Is that enough? There are videos of you soliciting prostitutes and gambling later, do you want to see them?"

Costa couldn't say another word. He was trembling all over, his body was like chaff, and he collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, like a trapped animal still fighting, he suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Simon Jin, shouting: "You liar! I will fight with you!"

Simon King was calm and didn't even blink, but Costa couldn't come over.

Because beside Simon King stands his most loyal warrior, the assassin leader Cassiano.

"Want to hurt Jin?"

Cassiano's mouth twisted and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

He stepped in front of Simon King, stretched out his kick and kicked Costa in the face.

A professional football player's kick can break even a small tree.

Costa screamed, his whole body fell out, and the teeth in his mouth fell to the ground.

Babara clapped his hands and said, "Costa fell down on his own. Did everyone see it?"

"I saw this, this man is crazy, tell him to get out of here."

The players echoed the sentiment and hated him in their hearts.

The league staff didn't say anything. They stepped forward to lift Costa up and strode out.

Unexpectedly, just when they were about to go out, Costa suddenly broke away again and rushed towards Simon King again.

At this time, even Cassiano was unprepared. Everyone was nervous and worried about Simon King.

But the funny thing is that Costa didn't intend to commit murder this time.

He suddenly knelt down at Simon King's feet, stretched out his hands to hug the other person's legs, kissed the other person's shoes, and begged: "Sir, I was wrong, I was wrong, please save me.

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This scene stunned everyone present. No one expected such a situation.

Simon King said awkwardly: "You have committed a crime yourself, how can I save you?"

"Sir, as long as you retract the complaint to the Football Association, I will not be kicked out or go to jail. Please, I know I was wrong, please save me."

"It's too late!"
Chapter completed!