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One minute before the players from both sides took the field, Tang Yin and Mr. Huo accompanied Chen Muze into the guest seats of the stadium, attracting the attention of many dignitaries and celebrities.

"That is the prince of the Chen family."

"Looks like his dad."

"Father and son look alike."

Some people whispered among themselves.

Chen Muze sat down with a smile on his face and looked around the stadium. The huge stadium was packed with seats. Tens of thousands of people must have come to appreciate the king of football.

Mr. Huo and Tang Yin sat on either side of Chen Muze.

"How long will the club champion play for?" Chen Muze turned to Mr. Huo and asked, knowing that this kind of commercial exhibition match would state the playing time of the club champion in the contract.

"Play for at least forty-five minutes." Mr. Huo's answer was simple and somewhat confident.

"That's okay." Chen Muze nodded. The club champion played for 45 minutes, which was worthy of the enthusiasm of the fans and officials present.

When the dignitaries in Xiangjiang saw Mr. Huo whispering to the prince of the Chen family, they seemed to be particularly close to each other, and they could not help but have their own thoughts.

In the future, this boy from the Huo family may surpass his father and grandfather.

Many people think so.

As the players took the field, cheers and shouts erupted from the stands around the stadium, shaking the world.

Chen Muze felt the enthusiasm of tens of thousands of fans and had to admit that the charm of the club champion was not small.

However, the club champion just glanced at the fans in the stands expressionlessly, and walked to the bench with his hands in his pockets in full view of everyone.

People's enthusiasm has not diminished, and they regard the indifference of the football king as the king's style.

Chen Muze frowned slightly.

"The club champion will play in the second half." Mr. Huo explained in Chen Muze's ear, confident that the people below would not mess it up.

Chen Hao didn't say anything.

The whistle blows.

Game start.

The performance match will not be too intense, and the overall level of the two teams they face is quite average.

For example, the club where the club champion belongs was unknown to the public until the club champion joined.

Therefore, for fans who have watched countless exciting games of strong teams, without the club champion on the field, there will be no enjoyment at all.

But they are still cheering excitedly and enthusiastically, hoping to impress the ball king who will play sooner or later.

The ball king sat on the bench, unmoved.

"So cool, this is the style of a king!"

A sexy female fan who was closer to the bench stared at the football king like a nymphomaniac. She was determined to take off her shirt and expose her breasts as soon as the football king turned around and looked in her direction, leaving an eternal memory for the football king.

Forty-five minutes passed quickly.

The first half is over.

"Prince, the show is about to begin." Mr. Huo looked at Chen Muze with a smile.

Good show?

Chen Muze smiled disapprovingly.

Mr. Huo's situation is indeed a bit small. No matter how exciting a football game is, it is difficult for him to call it a good show.

It caused civil turmoil in India, caused country M to hit a wall, and harvested hundreds of billions of wealth in the Western financial market while talking and laughing.

These are the good shows that caught his eye.

The second half begins.

In the stands of the stadium, tens of thousands of people stared at the bench and chanted the name of the ball king, but the ball king remained indifferent.

Time passes minute by minute.

Mr. Huo became increasingly anxious and assured the Xiangjiang officials, especially the prince beside him, that the football champion would play for at least 45 minutes.

If something goes wrong and the world champion doesn't play for 45 minutes, what will everyone think of him?

He immediately sent a text message asking the following people.

The person below replied: Mr. Huo, I just asked clearly. The other party said that the ball king felt that he was not in good condition and may not have played for 45 minutes.

"Ma's!"

Mr. Huo cursed his mother secretly, but since things had come to this, he was helpless, so he gave the order to kill his subordinates.

The ball king must play for half an hour!

"Half an hour, it should be fine."

"It's not that there should be no problem, but it must not happen again!"

Mr. Huo gritted his teeth and fiddled with his cell phone to respond to the people below.

Chen Muze saw that Mr. Huo looked wrong and asked casually: "What's wrong?"

"Ok, something happened. The Club Champion said... that his physical condition was a little bad and he could only play for half an hour."

Mr. Huo looked at Chen Muze with embarrassment and anxiety.

Chen Muze didn't ask any more questions.

Halfway through the second half, the ball king was still firmly on the bench.

Tens of thousands of people in the stands couldn't wait.

More and more people stood up and shouted the name of the football king, but the football king glanced at these people as if they were stupid, with a hint of disdain in his indifference.

At the VIP table, Mr. Huo's face turned a little ugly. Even if the football champion came on the field immediately, he would only play for twenty minutes.

What's more, the ball king has no intention of playing at this moment.

Mr. Huo was anxious and angry, but couldn't do anything. He could only pray over and over again that the club champion would play as soon as possible.

Other dignitaries and celebrities at the VIP table looked at Mr. Huo from time to time.

Mr. Huo, who arranged this match, received strange looks from everyone. He pressed his toes hard on the ground, hoping to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

The referee blows the whistle.

A long whistle sounded throughout the audience.

competition is over.

Mr. Huo's face was ashen and his clenched fists were trembling slightly. Today he was disgraced and embarrassed.

The club king slapped him in the face with practical actions.

"Is this the Champions League exhibition match you wanted me to watch?" Chen Muze turned to Mr. Huo and asked, his words full of ridicule.

"Prince, I..."

Mr. Huo was speechless.

"After being teased by a football player, how dare our Chen family hand over Xiangjiang to you in the future?" Chen Muze stood up as he spoke.

Mr. Huo stood up in a hurry.

Chen Muze took Tang Yin away.

"Prince..." Mr. Huo wanted to chase Chen Muze.

"Don't follow me, this mess is still waiting for you to clean up." Chen Muche didn't look back, too lazy to look at Young Master Huo.

Mr. Huo wanted to cry but had no tears.

Born in a powerful family, he knows very well that one mistake or incompetence can be enough to exhaust the trust and favor of those in power.

At the VIP table, the powerful and famous people could not care less about the rudeness and arrogance of the club champion, and focused on Chen Muze's retreating back.

Someone chuckled.

Someone looked solemn.

"Prince, I think the Club King is not only teasing Mr. Huo and Xiangjiang officials, but also offending you. Do you want to teach him an unforgettable lesson?"

Tang Yin asked Chen Muze in a low voice.

"Taking action against a football player is a shame." Chen Muze couldn't take the clown seriously and said, "Let's find out if there is something fishy behind this matter."

"Yes!" Tang Yin nodded solemnly, understanding that the prince asked him to check whether the King of Football was being used by certain people or forces.

Three days later, the club champion performed hard and enthusiastically in Country R. He was completely different from when he was in Hong Kong, causing an uproar.

Chen Muze, who has arrived in the Magic City, concluded from this that someone is using the Club King to disgust the Chinese people and attack the Hong Kong officials.

There is someone behind the scenes.

Then it was worth his while, but not now. He had more important things to do now... watching Liu Tong come to life.

Medical Research Experimental Center.

Chen Muze stood next to his father, staring at Liu Tong who seemed to be sleeping in the glass cabinet in front of him, full of expectation, but involuntarily nervous.

"Take it easy."

Chen Hao glanced at his son.

As a human being in two lifetimes, he has experienced more than once that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.