Chapter 48 The Prodigal Son Returns

Lisbon, a slum district.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Hugo was tied to a chair, getting beaten up by his "good friends."

"You motherfucking son of a bitch! You made me lose thirty thousand!"

"Damn it! You have to pay me back for this, or I will kill you!"

"I'm down thirteen grand too! Fuck!"

"Did you secretly bet on something else? Is that why you let your brother score so many goals?"

"Definitely, that son of a whore. I'll find someone to break his fucking legs tomorrow! Then let's see him play fucking football!"

Hugo's face was covered in blood; he had no strength left to argue with these men.

Hasn't he lost money as well?

He had!

Over twenty thousand!

How could he possibly compensate?

How could he pay it back with his mother's salary of just over five hundred a month?

He truly felt like death might be the better option now.

However, when he heard those men talk about breaking Ronaldo's legs, he mustered his last bit of strength and spat in their faces.