Chapter 269 (1/2)

-The game is over! Choi Chuntaek is the only player to finish it in one blow!

-It is really amazing for his age. He is the proud South Korean player who stands shoulder to shoulder with Michael!

-What about Player Park Muyeol? Both players are really reassuring. It is a perfect victory for South Korea!

I exited the capsule and could hear the audience cheering. I used a rubber band to tie back my grey hair that was obscuring my view and I scratched my cheek. A baptism of flashes constantly came from everywhere. Shit. I couldn’t even tie my hair.

“Groan.”

The moment I tried to tie up my hair and move onto the stage to my seat, I heard someone calling out ‘Oppa.’

“Chuntaek oppa!”

“I’m here just to see you—!”

“Take my hand just once!”

There, middle-aged women holding white placards were gathered in groups. Oppa. It was too ridiculous as I read the words written there.

[Choi Chuntaek, Park Muyeol, I love you— Grandfathers over flowers]

“......”

This was crazy.

“What?”

Park Muyeol walked behind me and also looked at where I was looking. Then he suddenly started laughing. This time, it was ‘Muyeol oppa!’ that was heard.

“Hahaha! We’ve become famous.”

Park Muyeol laughed, but I wasn’t amused at all. I hadn’t expected there to be such a group... Looking at the words written in Korean, they were definitely a Korean group. It wasn’t as annoying as Wolf’s Temptation.

I exclaimed, “Hey, where are you going?”

“Chuntaek, they are people who like us. Shouldn’t we provide fan service?”

Park Muyeol approached the audience and allowed photos to be taken as he waved his hands to the fans.

Hohoho! Kekeke!

The laughter of the aunts was constant. Uh. Fine, just die. Perhaps he would find a new wife. I shook my head and came up to the stage.

“Grandfather Muyeol?”

Mido was already on the stage and questioned it. I gestured behind me with my chin. I was filled with embarrassment.

“Puhaha! What the? He is completely popular.” Mido burst out laughing at the sight of Park Muyeol. The other team members heard Mido’s laughter and started laughing.

I sighed and looked at his location again. Park Muyeol seemed to have taken all his photos and came here with a satisfying face.

“Why didn’t you come? The fans were sorry,” Park Muyeol whispered to me.

“You are doing too much. I’m not interested.”

“Tsk. Choi-ssi is stubborn, whether is it Choi Bulryong or you.”

This guy!

Park Muyeol’s eyes looked like a lynx as he chuckled.

I stared into Park Muyeol’s face. Wrinkled eyes and cheeks that were like deflated balloons. The rough skin that showed the traces of the years was like a rice field where a drought had occurred. The young Park Muyeol had become such an old man.

“...In any case, we are old.”

“Shall we do fan service together next time?” Park Muyeol suggested.

I glanced at Park Muyeol and nodded slightly. “Yes. I’ll try.”

The host approached with a microphone. The stage greetings would soon begin. Just then, Park Muyeol whispered to me. “...I knew it would be like this and decided to hold a fan signing event later.”

“What?”

“I told them to come to the waiting room. They are already going.”

I turned my head back and looked at where the aunts had been. Most of the seats were already empty. I turned my head back to Park Muyeol and was greeted with his smile. In an instant, I was furious. “You crazy guy!”

* * *

At the Brazil team’s waiting room, Union Square...

In the room, the Brazilian captain, Carlos, made a secret phone call.

-Win. If you lose then we might target you.

“...Of course, Boss. I won’t disappoint you.”

-The last match was very disappointing, Carlos. I hope you don’t do the same this time. I gave that to you for a reason. Build up Brazil’s pride.

“Obrigado. (Thank you)”

-I hope to see you in the Parta Principality.

Carlos finished the call with a tense look. At the same time, a deep sigh emerged.

“Hooo.”

He felt like his entire body was exhausted. Few people could bring such a sense of pressure to him when he was formerly a gangster in the slums. The person who called him was the boss of PCC, the largest mafia organization in Brazil, his native country.

The PCC was originally a mafia organization formed by a Brazilian prison soccer team. The total number of players was around 6,000 and the number of indirect members was 14,000. The group was influential enough that the Brazilian police needed the permission of the PCC to patrol the slums.

‘I didn’t expect them to also be influential in Arkstar...’

it wasn’t long ago that he received a sudden phone call from them. Was it the real PCC? This was the first question that came to mind. Still, it was true that he was invited and he was given a Star Piece. Carlos recently made contact with them in the Parta Principality.

‘Is this really possible?’

Carlos was amazed. It was indeed the real PCC. The even more amazing thing was their status and technical capabilities in the Parta Principality. It was truly amazing.