Chapter 403: Chapter 403
The intensive period of important matches had passed.
Looking at the 6960 [Destiny Value].
Huang Kaiwen felt it was time to activate [High Priest] and brush up a wave of [Destiny Value].
If he was lucky, maybe he could gather 10000 [Destiny Value] this season.
By then, he, the Yellow Ball King, would be true to his name. He didn’t know whether to switch for Beckenbauer or Maradona, or maybe just go for Pele to satisfy Brazilian fans’ vanity.
The fake Pele II Robinho, the true reincarnation of Pele, Yellow Ball King.
As he clicked to activate, Huang Kaiwen saw a prompt.
[Activate the active effect of skill High Priest, automatically share life-threatening injuries in the future, can choose to share the injuries of teammates from your team, after sharing, both individuals’ injuries will be greatly reduced, and the severity after sharing will not affect bodily functions. The amount of Destiny Value gained depends on the severity of the other party’s injury.]
Next, his [Destiny Value] would increase on its own.
Cassano and Ramos woke up one after another.
Cassano, with his messy bird’s nest hair, asked, "Is there anything to eat? I’m starving."
Ramos, with his hair dripping wet, retorted, "You should roll back to your own house, stop squatting here."
"The loser has no right to speak."
Cassano said to Ramos with a wink and a nudge.
"Nonsense, my car ran out of battery yesterday. Let’s have a rematch after we eat."
Ramos responded in dissatisfaction.
"A rematch? Who’s afraid of you?"
Cassano replied defiantly.
He started to fiddle with the pasta.
Most players aren’t great at cooking, and this has nothing to do with their backgrounds.
When they were poor, they would just make do with whatever food they could get. Once they had money, they would mostly eat out or hire a chef.
Something as simple as pasta was already a specialty of Cassano’s.
Guti came over as if he had smelled something delicious.
Sitting at the dining table, he served himself a plate and said, "Let’s go out and celebrate tonight. Barcelona can celebrate losing a match; we winners should have some activities too."
"I knew you were the most talented guy on the team!"
Cassano exclaimed excitedly.
Guti’s suggestion suited his taste exactly.
He just wasn’t sure what this had to do with talent.
Seeing Ramos, equally eager to try, Huang Kaiwen felt a headache coming on.
Ramos was his, Huang’s, good brother, and the other two were enforcers for the Yellow Ball King.
But the relationship between the golden trio was really complicated.
Ramos, with an eventful love life, turned out to be the most innocent among them.
Guti probably liked women, and Huang Kaiwen remembered that Guti would hit on Ramos’s girlfriends.
Cassano was a playboy who, according to himself, had dated 600-700 people so far. Given his current competitive status with Ramos, Huang Kaiwen genuinely feared Cassano would pick up a small hoe like Guti.
Huang Kaiwen held his head.
He must find some healthy activities for these three to prevent Ramos from being affected by his private life.
Otherwise, who would mark Puyol in the next national derby? Even if he had an [Immunity Card], Puyol’s elbow on the head would still hurt.
Although Huang was magnanimous, for the sake of the other players, he had to teach Puyol to have empathy and not frequently resort to savage fouling. Ramos was a key figure.
They were teammates; he couldn’t persuade Ramos to stay away from Guti, so they’d better just not go out and party together.
"Ahem, next time. They’ve got a car race to have today."
"Racing? What kind of racing?"
Guti turned to ask, "Are you planning to have a race on the outskirts of the city?"
"Mini 4WD, the kind that uses batteries,"
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
"Pfft, who plays with that kind of thing."
Guti waved his hand dismissively.
The three golden-haired men were yelling and following their mini 4WD cars alongside the track.
"Father Bishop, we’ve had him locked up for a day now; do we start the interrogation?"
A man in a black suit bowed and asked.
"Let’s go, let’s see what this heretic is all about."
Asier Laty stood up and said.
The relic had already been taken back by someone from the Vatican, otherwise, he couldn’t leave the room even to use the toilet.
Walking behind the one-way mirror, officials from the immigration department and other departments were already there waiting. After nodding their greetings to Asier Laty, they asked, "Shall we start the interrogation now?"
"Begin, let him explain clearly,"
Several men in black suits went in and moved the lamp directed at the "Carlin Wizard."
To the dazed Carlin Wizard, they demanded, "Name."
"Calix Philin Andre Campen," the Carlin Wizard said hoarsely.
The interrogating black suit waved his hand, and two men behind him started to punch him relentlessly.
After 30 seconds, the interrogating black suit snorted coldly and said, "Andre is your baptismal name, your middle name is a baptismal name, yet you performed heretic activities in front of global football fans."
"I... I really don’t know any witchcraft,"
The Carlin Wizard said with a whine.
He was just a con artist. He claimed to be a wizard because he knew some Chinese and the Surinamese Chinese community trusted those kinds of things. Such people were common in Suriname.
As long as it made money, he was willing to do anything.
"Hmm, we will investigate these matters ourselves; you just need to confess honestly,"
The black suit facing the Carlin Wizard asked again, "Gender."
"Why do they call you Carlin?"
"Because my name is too complicated; those Surinamese Chinese like to call me Carlin."
"Why were you seen practicing witchcraft at the football stadium twice?"
"Because I speak a little Chinese, those Chinese like to turn to me. When the locals saw this, they thought I had power, so my fame spread, and I became a famous wizard in Suriname. Rijkaard’s relatives found me; I didn’t want to help, but those Chinese thought, if I didn’t go, Rijkaard would find someone else, so they gave me some money to ruin Rijkaard’s plan."