Full-Time Public Enemy-Chapter 585 - 471 Octoped Specter_2

"Everyone hold on a bit longer," Chen Gu summarized. "People from the Digital Group are extremely crazy and highly self-confident. I always feel that faced with such humiliation, they wouldn’t endure it in silence."

Mao Yisheng struggled to finish his training for the day. He was still in the developmental stage of this season’s league. He’d only had four opportunities to play, achieving two wins and two losses—a passable performance. It wasn’t outstanding, but he was still considered worth cultivating.

However, the club’s results this season had not skyrocketed as everyone anticipated.

The wealthy heir invested a hefty sum of money. However, the performances of the two star players signed for exorbitant prices, "Thunder" Meng Guangzhi and "Storm" Kostia, were disappointing. Their form had noticeably declined compared to the previous season. This was especially true for Kostia. His win rate barely hovered around 60%, and he was gradually losing his star player aura.

Mao Yisheng also found it frustrating. Despite the two star players’ obviously poor form and the presence of several other strong players in the club, he hadn’t received many opportunities.

After Battle Fire Club moved to Capital Star, the wealthy heir purchased a plot of land and was in the process of building a brand-new training base.

It was expected to be completed by the end of the season. Until then, they rented a training facility that seemed a bit cramped. Kostia had not yet left when Mao Yisheng departed.

The star player was also working hard, but the rigorous training didn’t seem to bring much improvement to his form.

Everyone in the club knew Kostia was under immense pressure.

Kostia was the last to leave the training grounds, not until nine o’clock in the evening. He drove his luxury car back home.

It was a mansion he had recently purchased on Capital Star, with a total price of seventy million Starshield! Even though he had just signed a major contract, affording such a residence was still a financial strain for him.

His wife was at home playing with their four children. Seeing him return, she warmly greeted him with a passionate kiss. They had a good relationship. His wife wrapped her arms around his waist and asked, "Have you had dinner yet, dear? I can make you something."

Kostia shook his head. "I ate at the club. How was your day?"

"The kids have been very well-behaved," his wife smiled happily, then suddenly remembered. "Oh, by the way, a man named Fertos called this afternoon. He asked you to call him back, saying he has something very important."

Kostia remained outwardly calm. "Oh, I see. I’m going to take a bath upstairs. You play with the kids."

"Okay."

Once upstairs, Kostia’s face suddenly turned ashen. He entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, and using the sound of the water as cover, dialed a number he hadn’t contacted in a long time.

"What do you want from me!" Kostia growled. "We’re even! We’re even—do you remember what I told you last time? And you still dare to call my home! Don’t push me too far, or I swear, you’ll regret it!"

Fertos, on the other end of the line, sounded very calm, his tone lazy. "Don’t be so tense, my brother. You never answer your phone when I call, so I had to try your home number. Relax, I’m not after your money this time. I’ve got something good for you. I’m on Capital Star now. Come out and meet me; we’ll talk face to face. It’s genuinely a good thing."

"You’re on Capital Star?" Kostia was instantly on alert.

His past was very dark. He had lost his father at a young age, and his mother was chronically ill. As a teenager with no other options, he joined a local gang, and Fertos was his boss.

During his first few years as a Behemoth Alliance player, he hadn’t thought much about his past connections. But as he became more successful and gradually developed into a star player, he began trying to rid himself of Fertos’s control.

Most of his income from the early part of his career went to the gang, as "repayment" for the gang’s help back then.

This was something he dared not let anyone know, not even his current wife.

It was only after joining Battle Fire Club that he used his signing bonus and advance salary to pay Fertos a large sum of money. Fertos had agreed at the time that they would be "even," and he wouldn’t bother him anymore. But just a few months later, Fertos was hounding him again.

But Fertos knew his home phone number. This clearly meant he also knew where Kostia lived. With Fertos on Capital Star, refusing to meet him would undoubtedly put his family at risk.

"Fine!" Kostia agreed through gritted teeth. He then put on his jacket, said a quick word to his wife, and dashed out the door.

A little over ten minutes later, he met the gang boss, Fertos, in a hotel near his house.

"Don’t be nervous," Fertos said, opening his arms. "This time, it’s something that will benefit you. Come, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Fu Qianping. I’m just a middleman. Mr. Fu is the one who wants to speak with you, so you two can talk it over." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After saying that, Fertos actually excused himself and left the room.

Kostia was filled with doubt as he looked at Fu Qianping, a gentleman of about fifty, dressed in a three-piece suit.

"Hello," Fu Qianping said with a slight smile. "Let’s get straight to the point. I’m here to help you."

"I know your current situation is difficult, and your performance on the field isn’t meeting expectations."

Kostia snorted. "You want me to throw a match? Impossible!"

Fu Qianping shook his head. "You underestimate me. We’ve carefully analyzed your matches. We believe your personal skill hasn’t declined, but your behemoth... it has reached its limit."