Just as the Koreans finished celebrating and were about to return to their own half of the field.
Park Jung-young rubbed shoulders with Suyun.
He looked at Su Yun's wretched appearance and smiled disdainfully, ''I heard that only Messi and Crow have broken through your goal? It seems that you are not as strong as you say you are! If you have the ability, keep striking, and you'll see how many times I can break through your goal today!"
Su Yun looked at Park Lord Yong with a gloomy face, his eyes were like ice cubes, revealing coldness and ruthlessness without a trace of warmth, as if they had just been drawn from an arctic glacier, so that people did not dare to look directly at them.
Park Lord Yong only felt cold and piercing all over his body, and with a jolt, he hastily avoided Su Yun's eyes.
