Chapitre 907: Why Are You Running?

George Wood had been running away. He had good conditions at the club - as long as he did not want to see Twain, Twain would not be able to see him. But now he had no way to escape. He was already in the national team, Twain was his manager, and he was Twain's player. How was he supposed to escape? Just like today, he could at most circle around the training ground which was the same size as a stadium.

But the time had come in the end.

"Fuck your grandfather for running!" Gasping for breath, the tired Twain put his hands on his knees for a while and his ragged breathing finally evened out. The first sentence out of his mouth was a curse word.

Wood could not understand the phrase, but he knew that every time a moment like this happened, Twain would always speak in Mandarin. He moved slightly closer by taking a couple of steps and asked, "What did you say?"