Bab 545: World Cup Qualifier VII

The realization struck him like a freight train. 

Thinking that he was worrying about a fox who was merely putting up a facade infuriated Hiro. 

Hiro had even prepared himself to lower his head even though he hated him. But that sly fox was deceiving him. To think that he felt pity for such a person disgusted him. 

'This cunning fox nearly deceived me.' 

Hiro gnashed his teeth as he glared at Wei Zen. 

"Ptoo—" Hiro spat a mouthful of spit before turning to leave. 

Then he stomped away, 'I won't forget this, you cunning fox."

Seeing him walking away, many opposing fans became even more agitated at him. His gesture was unsportsmanlike. 

"That arrogant brat, now that he can't do anything, he's finally shown his true colors."

One of the opposing fans scoffed. 

"Indeed, it seems that he has quite a nasty temper."

Another chimed in.