Chapter Two: What Are Ten Seconds Worth?

She had left him three languages and medical debt that grew every month. What were ten seconds worth? That afternoon, an answer found him. The rescued girl's father was Tang Jing, acting general manager of the Haizhou Tides. He met Cheng in an old café and slid over security footage. “You started running before the pitch.” “I saw Sato's grip.” “From a hundred meters? An eagle couldn't.” “Then it was instinct.” Tang watched him, then let the lie stand. “You saved my daughter. The Tides have a closed exhibition tonight. We need a Japanese interpreter. Twelve hundred yuan for the day.” “Why Japanese?” “Their club hired two Japanese players. And I want to know what your instinct is worth.”