Chapter 435: A Bet IV

*Fweeeeeeeee!*

Pirlo blew his whistle loudly, bringing an end to the training session before things became more heated and the players exhausted themselves thoroughly.

The whistle got the attention of everyone on the pitch and the training session halted with more than half of the players sitting down on the ground immediately, exhausted.

Jason lay on the ground immediately, feeling more tired and battered than he had ever been in his life.

Heaving, he tried to catch his breath as he stared at the sky above, his steamy breath billowing like small white clouds from his mouth.

Despite the weather, he did not feel cold.

No one on the field did, and he most especially didn't feel the slightest amount of cold after pushing himself the hardest he could to keep up with these monster-like players.

"Fu*k," he cursed in a low tone as he stared at the clouds tiredly.