"Damn Ma Zeben, why didn't he just shoot at the open goal and be done with it?"
Hearing this warm and intimate greeting.
Xu Yun instinctively looked in the direction from which the voice came.
He saw that the speaker was a middle-aged scholar in his forties, not tall, with a small beard.
His clothing was relatively plain, and he looked quite ordinary, with nothing special about him.
The scholar was standing about two positions behind Xu Yun, no wonder his words could be heard so clearly.
Seeing Xu Yun looking at him, the scholar, feeling he had misspoken, hastily cupped his hands toward Xu Yun to show his apology.
Xu Yun also politely smiled back at him, without expressing any complaint.
Having witnessed numerous local Jing-Hu derbies as a fan, he had experienced plenty of fan dramas in later years.
In fact, such incidents were not too bizarre domestically; some derbies abroad were truly thrilling, requiring a large contingent of riot police, sometimes even sparking riots.
