492 Fourth gear seven code

Collision. Swaying. Disruption.

Like a small boat facing a storm on the vast ocean, wave after wave made Li Wei's entire world spin and toss at high speed.

He felt like throwing up.

It had to be said, Bradham was seeing red.

If it had been running with the ball, Li Wei could have confronted the situation in his own way; but this was about receiving a pass, where he had to secure his position and catch the ball on the move, which prevented Li Wei from shaking off the entanglement in his usual manner.

However.

Li Wei stood his ground.

His legs, like pillars, forcefully pushed off the ground, with his back bearing the hit. He didn't rush but clenched his teeth hard, enduring all the rocking.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly assessed the situation—

The football's position, Bradham's collision.

A gap, a moment.