Dominate the Super Bowl

Before joining the Kansas City Chiefs, Brilland could never understand Li Wei's prestige and momentum. In his view, Li Wei was just a running back, nothing less but nothing more.

Moreover, as a third-year student, Asian, and a complete outsider, everything about Li Wei made his existence seem unconvincing.

He couldn't understand the reason for Li Wei being the captain of the Kansas Chiefs Offense.

"Just a hype. A kind of promotion."

That was Brilland's answer.

But now, Brilland understood.

Li Wei truly is the team leader, uniting the team with his actions, both on and off the field, gradually transforming the Kansas City Chiefs into a powerful team.

And now, it's just the same.

"Well done!"

Li Wei bumped Brilland's shoulder and then half-jokingly teased him.

"I always doubted you, if not for Kendall always speaking on your behalf..."

While speaking, he lightly shook his head with a look of disdain.

Brilland was taken aback, and the next second, Fuller, standing by, burst into laughter. It was then Brilland realized the smile on his own lips was also rising.

Watching Li Wei walking towards Sorensen, who was jumping wildly, pounding his chest, and cheering in front of Li Wei, Li Wei joined Sorensen in the celebration by jumping up and down.

A sense of pride and satisfaction swelled up in Brilland's chest—

So, this is what a team is!

At this moment, the protest and debate from the Green Bay Packers' offensive group had concluded. After reviewing the video, the referee confirmed that Jamal's catch was out of bounds, as he failed to control his steps, resulting in a failed two-point conversion.

Victory belonged to the Kansas City Chiefs.

In an instant, the entire field was in a frenzy, with the whole Arrowhead Stadium transforming into a roaring sea.

Last season, although the Kansas City Chiefs had an impressive record, they lost to the New England Patriots and the Los Angeles Rams, performing slightly below par against strong opponents, fueling ongoing controversies in the league.

This season, the Kansas City Chiefs, despite not being favored, successively defeated the Baltimore Ravens and Green Bay Packers, conquering the field with an unparalleled performance, and kicking off their title defense with an unbelievably perfect new season.

In the center of the field, Moore was exuberantly shaking hands with Rodgers and Lafleur—

Unbelievable!

Rodgers obviously was absent-minded, not even meeting Moore's eyes, swiftly shaking hands perfunctorily before turning around to assess his surroundings.

Moore, not taken seriously, wasn't bothered, instead friendly said.

"The rookie is over there."

Rodgers whipped his head around, glaring at Moore with fierce eyes, "Who's looking for him?"

Moore chuckled, "Me, I'm looking for him."

Rodgers shifted his gaze away, no longer engaging, looking in the direction Moore pointed, indeed spotting Li Wei fulfilling his captain duties, which made Rodgers agitated—

He truly didn't appreciate such gestures.

He completely failed to comprehend the need for a captain in football, as unlike soccer, there's no requirement for on-field directives; football is a turn-based sport, with the captain's role seemingly superfluous.

And Li Wei's actions were what he detested the most.

Taking a deep breath, Rodgers barely managed to contain his agitation, standing patiently waiting, believing Li Wei should notice him and come greet him.

Or perhaps just come flauntingly—

Losing to the Kansas City Chiefs was frustrating enough; losing to the Chiefs without Mahomes made the pride in Rodgers' chest hard to swallow.

However, waiting and waiting, Li Wei still didn't come.

Rodgers could hardly believe it. What was that guy dawdling about?

Ultimately, Rodgers couldn't resist, striding over to Li Wei's position.

As expected by Rodgers, the Kansas City Chiefs players, upon seeing his arrival, acted like they saw Darth Vader, alerting each other and pulling each other aside, clearing the way and reminding Li Wei to be aware at his back.

Li Wei turned around and finally saw Rodgers.

Rodgers struggled to keep control, but his expression was still displeased, refusing to make the first move, staring at Li Wei, waiting for him to extend his right hand.

Then, Rodgers finally grasped it firmly, slightly exerting force to show his grip.

"You know we didn't lose."

It was a statement, unequivocally projecting his stance—

In fact, the Green Bay Packers had already succeeded in their last two-point conversion, it was Jamal's out-of-bounds footwork to blame.

Li Wei was taken aback, never having encountered such a situation during post-match handshakes, which made the smile on his lips curve upwards as he seriously nodded.

"Of course. Indeed. We all know."

Rodgers: ...

A surge of frustration in his chest was about to explode.

Rodgers, "Are you mocking me?"

Li Wei shook his head innocently, "No, no, no, how could I dare. You know, I'm just grateful we survived this match by pure luck, and who knows if we'll have such luck next time we meet."

"Why not… let's look forward to it?"

His jovial demeanor and calm expression, yet faultless words, felt like a slap across Rogers' face.

Rodgers, face stern, took a deep breath, squeezing his words through clenched teeth, "I. Very. Much. Look forward to it."

Li Wei beamed brightly, "Then we're in agreement. I'm about to join my teammates for a little celebration, just a little one."

Speaking as he raised his left hand, pinching his thumb and index finger together with a wink in coordination.

With that, Li Wei turned and walked away.

Rodgers stood there, almost about to burst from his chest.

His pride, his dignity, his confidence, his stubbornness faced a stern challenge; his entire body began trembling uncontrollably.

The nightmares of the McCarthy era reawakened, despite his utmost effort and dedication, even executing another damn Hail Mary, yet the match ended like this—

Why?

If the defensive group… if the offensive line… if the wide receiver… if that last catch…

Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!

With all might, he faintly contained himself, Rodgers lifted his chin once more, refusing to bow down, refusing to admit defeat, refusing to leave Arrowhead Stadium dejectedly.

Losses weren't unfamiliar to Rodgers; yet today's match pain and torment far exceeded his imagination.

They would meet again, and then, he would take the victory fair and square.

Striding with steps of grandeur, Rodgers left the field.

This scene, captured in the eyes of journalists, was unmistakably evident to any discerning person—

Sparks were flying.

Last season, the mid-season Super Bowl between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Los Angeles Rams eventually evolved into the Super Bowl showdown, even though the Los Angeles Rams collapsed in the end, their confrontation remained the league's biggest highlight.

So, what about this season?

Could this season's mid-season Super Bowl showdown replay in the Summit of the Forbidden?