[1] GLORY

Chapter 177.1 - 177.2

Chapter 177.1: Yan Jiang took a breath and asked him, “You aren’t thinking of buying FTW, are you?”

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Wei Xiao looked at this line of words in a daze. He felt like there was a wall blocking his heart, suffocating him so much he couldn’t breathe.

He refused to accept it. “There’s no past! The current FTW is new!”

The captain wasn’t wallowing in the past. He’d already set it down a long time ago. The current FTW was a brand new one, and although it didn’t have the same strength as the Team of Gods, no matter whether it was him, Ning Zhehan, Yue Wenle, or Bai Cai, they were all working hard for that final trophy. They would definitely send FTW to the altar again!

He might think this, but there was a tiny voice that popped out from a small corner of his brain––was that all it was?

Yan Jiang had already said so much and didn’t plan to continue being vague about the topic. He gave Wei Xiao the most straightforward sentence, “More than FTW.”

Wei Xiao’s hand froze.

Yan Jiang: “The 17 year old Close ran away from home. I don’t know about his family situation, and I don’t want to embarrass him.”

This was the last sentence. He’d already said all that could be said.

Yan Jiang quit the game and left the training room.

Time in a foreign country was different from time in the motherland.

It was 10PM in China, but here, the sky was filled with the setting sun, reflecting off the slow-moving river like a ribbon of light.

Yan Jiang lit up a cigarette, set his elbow on the railing, and looked coldly at the slowly setting sun.

Three years ago.

In the rising FTW, the half grown youth who had dreams in his heart had passed a sleepless night after learning that he was about to be sold like an object.

The peak was fleeting, and profits and interests always reigned supreme.

It was better to stop at the right time than let the Team of Gods become a bubble that popped in the next season. The maximum benefit that FTW could obtain would be to sell the players who’d just won the world championship.

Kim Sung-hyun’s contract had expired, and he’d decided to go home a long time ago. Yuan Ze, as a mixed blood, didn’t care which competition zone he was in. Only Yuan Ze, Xie He, and Close hesitated when faced with this disaster.

Their contracts were all in FTW’s hands, and it was difficult for them to do anything.

Xie He hated Yan Jiang the most in the team. If it wasn’t necessary, then he could go without saying a single word with him for a whole month, but that day, he’d taken the initiative to find their captain and asked him, “What should I do?”

Yan Jiang: “……”

Xie He bowed his head. He was holding a cigarette that had almost burned down to his fingers despite the fact he hadn’t even lifted it to his lips. “I want to stay in China.”

He didn’t care about something like the Team of Gods, and he didn’t care if they separated or not. Their relationship had never been anything special and being opponents might be better than being teammates.

Yan Jiang was very straightforward. “FTW won’t let you stay in China.”

The China competition zone couldn’t afford such a high price. FTW just wanted to sell them for the best price, no matter which competition zone they ended up in.