Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 362: GOAAAAAAAL
Looking at the critical save by the Black Spider goalkeeper, the stadium held its breath. The audience’s throats went dry, and many rose to their feet, eyes wide with astonishment.
Some leaned forward in their seats, too engrossed in the game to worry about anything else.
The ball struck the crossbar and ricocheted outside the pitch, leaving their breath hanging in the air.
"Do you see that power?" someone shouted.
"Wow, I never expected their goalkeeper to save such a powerful shot."
The crowd shook off their stupor and began to scream, discussing the remarkable save with growing excitement.
Beside the pitch, the Black Spider Gang leader exhaled with relief, while the Blood River Gang Leader wore a look of disappointment. He had hoped this would be the moment his team took the lead, but the goalkeeper had denied them.
Still, the match pressed forward with full intensity.
A corner kick was delivered, but Blood River did not convert the opportunity.
The game continued, each side trying to assert dominance. More often than not, both teams drifted from their formations, their strategies appearing sloppy, yet remarkable to those watching their first football match.
Everything seemed to be going perfectly, at least to them. For twenty minutes, neither side managed another clear test for the goalkeepers.
Both teams remained cautious, mindful of each other’s strengths.
Then, at the forty-minute mark, Blood River pressed hard, pushing Black Spider deeper into their eighteen-yard box.
Tension rose.
Anticipation built.
Everyone expected them to perform their magic once again.
They attempted to use the boy on the right flank, but the pass to him was intercepted by Black Spider’s defensive midfielder.
A short, burly boy with brown hair had the ball on his left foot and pressed forward, scanning the field for teammates.
Blood River players were deep inside their opponent’s area, and the sudden loss of possession took them by surprise.
Just then, the burly boy spotted one of their strikers signaling him ahead.
"PASS THE BOY!" cried the Black Spider Gang Leader from the sideline, his voice booming over the din of the crowd.
As if he heard, the ball was sent toward the advancing striker.
One of Blood River’s three men left from their formation rushed forward, leaping to nod the ball out of the pitch.
Unfortunately, his head mistimed the contact by mere inches.
The Black Spider striker watched the ball sailing toward him with bated breath, his heart in his throat.
Without hesitation, he leapt into the air, chesting the ball down with a crisp touch and control.
The crowd erupted in astonishment.
The Black Spider striker’s eyes widened as the audience gasped in unison.
The striker brought the ball under control, then kicked it forward and sprinted. His jersey fluttered in the wind as he charged like a released arrow.
Standing by the sideline, the Blood River Gang Leader roared in fury.
"YOU MORONS! STOP HIM!" he bellowed, veins bulging on his forehead as sweat poured from him.
Frustration boiled up inside him; he almost wished to step onto the pitch and chase the striker himself.
On Blood River’s side, only two defenders remained.
They surged forward to cut off the striker before he could shoot.
Like angry bulls, the two defenders closed in, determined to halt him at all costs.
Most expected the striker to either bulldoze through them or dribble past, but they were wrong.
Suddenly, he delivered a cross into the box—eighteen yards out.
"What?" the crowd murmured in unison.
The two defenders widened their eyes and turned their heads just in time to see another Black River player racing toward the anticipated landing zone of the ball.
All eyes followed the ball as it sailed toward the eighteen-yard box.
The Black River player was only a few feet from the ball when he lunged forward, leaping into the air.
The crowd watched as he rose, meeting the ball with a perfectly timed header.
The ball looped toward the goal, bending past Blood River’s goalkeeper who froze, unable to react to the sudden change in trajectory.
The ball sailed past him and hit the back of the net.
"GOAAAAAAAL!" cried the commentator, his voice raw with excitement.
The stadium exploded.
The crowd rose to their feet, screaming and cheering in a frenzy. Some jumped, others danced in the aisles, the celebration infectious.
On the pitch, the striker stood for a moment, catching his breath before racing toward the corner flag, sliding in a celebratory skid as fans around him erupted in joy.
Happiness radiated across his face.
His teammates swarmed him from every direction, lifting him and shouting, "Goal! Goal! Goal!"
They did their best to reach him, leaping over one another in their exuberance.
Some fans who could not reach him joined in from the sidelines, clapping and cheering in a new, wild dance.
Inside the VIP chamber, the leaders of the various factions reacted with stunned silence.
Watching the crowd celebrate so unabashedly, they felt a cold breath slip down their spines and their hearts begin to race.
The adrenaline of that goal was powerful, and they found it hard to reconcile the image of such pure joy with the brutal realities of the world they lived in.
"Father, look..." whispered a young man who sat near his father, pointing toward the pitch.
There he was.
The Black Spider Boss leaped with joy, tears clinging to his cheeks as he laughed and cried at once.
Who would have thought such a ruthless gang leader could show such emotion?
The Wolf Skull Boss observed the scene with a steady, solemn expression.
Deep inside, he recognized the opportunity, his men would have to be ready to capitalize on this moment.
"I must have my men on that pitch," he muttered to himself, already plotting.
Unbeknownst to him, he was not alone in that thought.
All the leaders also had the same thought. They all recognize the fame and wealth this game would bring to them.
From today onward, they knew the fate of both the Black Spider Gang and Blood River Gang had changed forever.
Inside the highest VIP chamber, Mo Jian watched the crowd’s exhilaration through a thin smile.
"Now, we can begin the next phase of the plan," he mused to himself, a quiet certainty beneath his calm exterior.
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