"Fuck! You will regret it, grandson!" After Li Ang said this, he turned around and strode away, his middle finger still raised high. The corridor was extremely quiet, with only the sound of the Chinese man's leather shoes hitting the ground.

Walking along like this, in the corridors on both sides of him, there was a picture of Mr. Florentino, the chairman of Real Madrid, smiling and raising a big ear cup, watching all this...

Live on your knees or die standing?!

This is a multiple choice question!

Die standing?!

Ha, why do you have to die standing? I will definitely die if I stand?!

Who stipulates it?!

I just stand like this!

Hold your head high!

Stand tall!

Still want to live well!

Live better than anyone else!
Chapter completed!