So he ignored Rong Guang's provocation and turned around and ran away. At the same time, he believed in his heart that as long as he paid attention, Rong Guang would always lose his calmness.

A goal is not a big deal. This is our home court, and the powerful Boca youth can definitely win back.

I can't help with this kind of thing.

Then concentrate on letting you go astray

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When Lucas lowered his head, he also saw the bleeding spot on Rong Guang's ankle.

He exclaimed.

Only after his reminder did Rongguang realize that his ankle was bleeding.

"Does it hurt?" Lucas asked with concern.

Rong Guang shook his head: "Nothing."

Lucas then breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that it's just a skin trauma, just as it's not injured by bones and ligaments... But that Pinto is really dark."

South American players have many small moves, but they can make South American players feel black, which shows how insidious Pinto's small moves are.

Rong Guang snorted and stared at Joegio Pinto who turned and ran away.

"It's unlucky for him to meet me"

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Not only did Pinto and Lucas see Rong Guang's ankle bleeding, but the TV broadcast also captured the scene of red blood oozing out of the socks at the first time.

"Look at this is the evidence that Pinto dares to complain about this yellow card? If you want me to say that it is not unfair to send a red card directly."

"This is a contradiction - if Rong could roll to the ground with his ankle while being injured, then maybe Pinto wouldn't be as simple as a yellow card. But if he had chosen to fall to the ground at that time, then there wouldn't be such a shocking world wave of the Candy Box Stadium."
Chapter completed!