Chapter 68 Suarez's Plan

Suarez planned to use these off-field shenanigans to ruin Chen Hero's form. However, he had to go along with it, so how would he maintain his own form?

Suarez clearly had a lot of confidence in himself. He believed he could stay sober by, for example, drinking less.

He didn't believe Chen Hero could control himself.

So young, the second most expensive player in the world, the undisputed core of the team, surrounded by a group of cronies, he was riding high. There was no way he had any self-control.

He definitely wouldn't drink less alcohol, and he certainly wouldn't stop calling girls. Although he had a girlfriend, how many people took that too seriously? It was one thing when the girlfriend was around, but what about when she wasn't? And he was a strapping young man, full of energy. Long-term abstinence would cause problems, surely they couldn't expect all young men to masturbate when no one was available to satisfy them? Besides, they kept love and play very separate. Giggs, with such a good image in Manchester United, wasn't he exposed at the end of his career for having affairs with his wife's sister, and even other women? But that didn't stop him from maintaining his image as a good husband for over a decade...

So Suarez didn't think for a moment that Chen Hero having a girlfriend would make him behave.

The four of them rode in Skrtel's car to a nightclub. To avoid being recognized by the media, they all disguised themselves. Suarez's disguise was the most elaborate—not only did he wear sunglasses and a hat at night, he even had a fake beard.

When Chen Hero saw Suarez's getup, he burst out laughing and couldn't stop for a long time.

"Hey, Luis, we're going out to have fun, not to meet with secret agents!" Martin Skrtel next to him also laughed.

Suarez chuckled awkwardly. "Well... it's always good to be on the safe side..."

Chen Hero only wore sunglasses, not even a hat. His disguise was the least. He was already familiar with going to nightclubs and had no psychological burden at all. Naturally, he wasn't afraid of being photographed by reporters. If they took pictures, they took pictures. He could score goals, so what right did they have to interfere with where he went to have fun outside of games and training?

This idea had stuck with him since his time at Zenit Saint Petersburg. He never thought there was anything wrong with going to nightclubs in his spare time. Even if Dalglish asked about it, he would say the same thing—my time outside of work is my personal freedom, and no one has the right to interfere. Don't you all like to talk about human rights and freedom? This is my freedom, my right. As long as it doesn't affect my work or break the law, I can do whatever I want!

After the four of them entered, the hall was playing explosive music. Countless scantily clad women and red-faced men were wildly waving their arms and heads on the dance floor. Some women who were having too much fun even took off their bras and waved them in their hands, wearing only a nearly transparent camisole, their erect nipples clearly visible...

Seeing such a wild scene as soon as he entered, Chen Hero couldn't help but whistle. "Good place, Martin!"

Skrtel and Adam Johnson laughed at the same time.

Suarez muttered to himself: Damn it! It's obviously not a good place! You guys are having so much fun, aren't you afraid your legs will be weak during training tomorrow!

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Everyone sat down and ordered drinks. Soon, some sexily dressed women came over. They weren't prostitutes arranged by the hostess, they were girls who came here to have fun too. However, they often came here looking for excitement, looking for a one-night stand. As long as they liked someone or got drunk, they had no psychological burden about sleeping with a strange man.

For these Western girls, sex was really just entertainment, like playing cards or video games... They didn't think that just because they slept with someone, the other person had to be responsible to the end. These days, entertainment was the most important thing, having fun was all that mattered. Responsibility? What's that? Is it fun?

Don't even mention sleeping with men, drug use was just another form of entertainment for them. Some people thought it wasn't exciting enough and wanted to have drug-fueled orgies and wife-swapping parties. Europeans had endless ways to have fun. Some people, in search of excitement, played various bondage and restraint games at home, like hanging themselves... They sought the kind of pleasure that could cause incontinence in the time before they lost consciousness. Of course, some people went too far and actually hanged themselves... Others used iron hooks to pierce their skin and hang themselves up like slaughtered livestock that had been plucked and butchered.

In comparison, going to a nightclub to look for excitement and find someone to roll around in bed with was a traditional and classic game...

These women often went to nightclubs, and they would observe. They would observe every group of men who came in alone. If they thought they looked good, they would come up and chat, and then... if everything went smoothly, they could get together.

After a few drinks, men and women could hug each other, make out, and even take off their clothes and do it right in the corner...

"Hi, handsome guys!" the girls said as they walked over to greet them.

However, they were rebuffed because they weren't attractive enough, so Skrtel sent them away.

The group of women rolled their eyes, abandoned them, and turned to look for the next target.

After rejecting several waves like this, a group of girls finally came along that everyone found pleasing to the eye.

The men and women sat down alternately, ensuring that everyone had a member of the opposite sex on their left and right. This was when the numbers were just right. If the numbers weren't even, someone might have two or more people beside them...

Next, it was drinking, chatting, playing rock-paper-scissors, playing games... And one step further, if someone's personal charm was high, they could directly hug the girl and kiss her, touch her chest, and so on.

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Suarez initially wanted to protect himself with the idea of "drinking less, talking more", and watch Chen Hero make a fool of himself from a distance.

But he soon realized that he was so silly and naive.

How could Chen Hero and the other two let him stay out of it? They took turns pouring him drinks, and the two girls sitting next to him also changed their tricks to drink with him...

Especially Chen Hero, who had endless excuses and reasons, which Suarez had never even heard of. What "deep feelings, drink it all in one gulp," what "shallow feelings, lick it a little," what "iron feelings, vomit blood," what "one cup whets your appetite, two cups keep your kidneys healthy"... These words made it impossible for Suarez to refuse—he never thought that just drinking alcohol could have so many rules...

After two or three cups, Suarez could still remain calm and knew to refuse, although the final result was that he was forcibly given alcohol... After five or six cups, Suarez shouted "Beautiful..." After nine or ten cups, Suarez's face was red with white, white with black, blackish, purplish, bluish, pinkish...

In the end, Suarez was completely lost...

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When Suarez woke up, he was awakened by the urge to pee. Then he groggily got up in the dark, wanting to go to the toilet.

Based on his memory of his own home, he knew there was a bathroom just to the right of the bedroom, so he walked there, opened the door, and started peeing inside.

After peeing, he groped his way back to bed and fell asleep again.

The next morning, when Suarez woke up completely, he realized that something was wrong—the environment he was in was unfamiliar, not his home!

He was shocked and quickly turned over to look at the bed. Fortunately, there was nothing on the huge bed except him. He breathed a sigh of relief—he loved his wife very much, and they had a deep relationship. In order to be closer to Sofia, who had already moved his entire family to Barcelona, he didn't hesitate to transfer from Uruguay to Groningen in the Netherlands, which showed his feelings for his wife.

Fortunately, he didn't bring a woman back for a fling... But wait, this isn't my home.

Then where is this?

At this moment, footsteps came from outside, and then someone pushed open the door and stood at the door, smiling at him: "You're awake? Get up quickly, it's time to go to training!"

Suarez was petrified—the person he saw was Chen Hero!

"What... what's going on?" he asked after reacting.

"You were completely drunk yesterday. I was afraid your wife would scold you when you got back, so I just called her and said you were staying at my place. I used your phone to call, here." Chen Hero gestured for Suarez to look at the phone on the bedside table.

Suarez picked it up and saw that there was indeed a dialed call to his wife...

"How do you know my wife's phone number?" Suarez became alert.

"You told me yourself." Chen Hero shrugged. "I asked you what your wife's phone number was, and you rattled it off!" Chen Hero couldn't help but laugh when he thought of how Suarez looked after getting drunk yesterday. This guy was really interesting. He said he didn't know or remember anything else, but when asked for his wife's phone number, he immediately recited it without any hesitation, not at all like someone who was too drunk to take care of himself...

Suarez frowned and tried hard to recall what had happened last night. He remembered going to the nightclub with them, initially saying that he wouldn't drink anything, but then he seemed to have given in to them and started drinking one or two cups, and then... then he seemed to have drunk a lot?

Then he couldn't remember anything.

While Suarez was thinking deeply, Chen Hero suddenly twitched his nose. He smelled a strange smell, a sour smell, very much like... like the smell of urine!

He twitched his nose like a dog, trying to capture the source of the smell in the air, and then slowly... moved towards the closet on the right side of the room.

When he stopped in front of the closet door, he was sure that the smell was coming from inside, because the smell was the strongest here!

He frowned and pulled open the door. First, he saw a puddle of water on the closet wall, located very high, almost in line with his stomach.

The water stain was like a blooming chrysanthemum, with petals splashing everywhere. He looked down, all the way down, and then saw a pool of water that hadn't dried yet on the closet floor... emitting a pungent sour smell, hitting him in the face!

"Damn it!"