"Ah!" Black-skinned Brother Xiao Hong screamed out, his entire face glowing with red from the inside out, spreading his arms and patting Qin Heng beside him: "West Gate, West Gate, quick, quick take it off!"
Brother Ximen's body suddenly swayed.
Qin Heng couldn't bother with the pain anymore, pointing at the opposing team, laughing loudly: "Fu Ya Nei, do you think it's only your team that has tattoos!"
Fu Ya Nei snorted, considering this as a reply.
"Clang!" The referee started the game, everyone staring intently at the ball in mid-air. Gu Baoshu suddenly leaped from the crowd, a flying kick changing the ball's direction forcibly, sending it towards Brother Ximen.
