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The Silent Striker

Haohao was a force to be reckoned with on the football field. His tattooed arms bore the stories of his victories, each inked design a testament to his journey. As the top striker for Taipei Thunder, he was known for his speed, precision, and ability to dismantle defenses with ease. Opponents feared him. They couldn’t beat him—at least, not fairly.

The night before the championship match, whispers spread in the locker rooms. The rival team, the Crimson Sharks, had hatched a plan. Their captain, Luo Jian, knew his team had no chance if Haohao played. He had to act.

Match day arrived. The stadium buzzed with anticipation. Fans roared in excitement, expecting to witness another legendary performance from Haohao. But behind the scenes, something sinister was unfolding.

Haohao entered the locker room, his mind focused, his heart steady. As he reached for his jersey, a sudden impact struck the back of his head. Darkness swallowed him.

When he woke, he couldn't move. Thick ropes bound his arms and legs, pressing his tattooed skin against the cold metal bench. His mouth was sealed with layer upon layer of tape. A blindfold covered his eyes, and earmuffs muffled all sound. Panic surged through him. He struggled, muscles straining, but the bindings held firm.

Then, a voice—faint but unmistakable—whispered near his ear. Luo Jian.

“Sorry, superstar,” Luo Jian taunted, tapping Haohao’s cheek mockingly. “You shine too bright. We had to dim the lights for tonight.”

Haohao growled behind the tape, thrashing against the restraints, but Luo Jian only laughed. “Enjoy the silence,” he sneered before slipping out of the room, leaving the striker alone, helpless, as the match began without him.

The crowd cheered outside, unaware their hero was missing. Taipei Thunder struggled, outnumbered, their best attacker absent.

Haohao writhed in frustration, fury burning through him. The tape muffled his shouts. The ropes dug into his skin. He was the top scorer, the heart of his team—but tonight, his body was a prisoner, and his voice was stolen.

And out there, on the field, the battle raged without him.

Would his team prevail? Or had the Crimson Sharks sealed their victory in the most cowardly way possible?

Haohao could only fight against his bonds and pray that justice would come.