Chapter 482: Chapter 482

Huang Kaiwen curled his lips.

Having previously drawn an [Injury Timeout Card], Huang Kaiwen had guessed that this item was very precious.

More than half the season had gone by and there was still only one card, which proved his speculation.

He planned to save this card for the Spanish national derby.

As for the UEFA Champions League, although Real Madrid wasn’t considered strong right now, Bayern wasn’t invincible either. Both teams were pretty evenly matched, and there shouldn’t be any issues when playing away under Capello.

In the afternoon, Huang Kaiwen went online only to find that the "Huang Kaiwen" forum had undergone another transformation.

The fans and Xiao Hei knew how to have fun, swapping the king’s banner on the city gate, turning "Huang Kaiwen" forum once again into Xiao Hei’s hangout spot. The plot twists were enough to make a TV series.

He closed the forum and checked the news from Spain.

The old man Cruyff was still ranting in his column; he’d let Cruyff know what a real surprise was when the time came.

The Yellow Ball King very much suspected that Cruyff thought he wouldn’t make it to the national derby, and that’s why he was being so arrogant.

Someone delivered a package first thing in the morning.

Huang Kaiwen and the Young Mistress looked at the big box in front of them and exchanged glances.

"Did you buy something?"

"No, I wanted to ask you that, dear,"

The Young Mistress shook her head and said.

"We didn’t buy anything."

Huang Kaiwen told the delivery guy.

"Then I have no idea, it’s foreign goods, air-shipped over here."

The guy looked at the note on it and said, "It’s from Filippo Inzaghi."

Inzaghi hadn’t caused any trouble during this time, and Huang Kaiwen hadn’t drawn any [Destiny Points]; he had thought that Inzaghi had become honest, but he hadn’t expected such a big surprise as soon as he returned to Milan City.

"Alright, bring it in."

After opening it, Huang Kaiwen saw an arcade-style racing game machine like the ones in entertainment centers.

Huang Kaiwen took out his phone and called to ask, "Filippo, what’s the deal with this game machine?"

"I heard you were injured, so I wanted to give you a little gift to prevent boredom at home."

Inzaghi said, laughing merrily on the other end of the phone.

"Indeed, it’s ’little’... but I don’t really play these kinds of game machines."

He tended to play more console and computer games.

"No problem, I can play with you. We’ll bet ten thousand a game, and after today’s match, when we go to your house, we’ll have a showdown,"

Inzaghi said from the other end of the phone, and then quickly hung up, not giving Huang Kaiwen a chance to object.

His left soleus muscle was injured, making exertion very difficult.

This game machine was even more complex than those at entertainment centers.

It had a steering wheel, a gear lever, and three pedals, clearly requiring the use of both feet.

Huang Kaiwen could imagine Inzaghi scrambling to make countless calls overnight, getting this game machine air-shipped here from the manufacturer in a hurry.

Inzaghi, that bastard, really went out of his way to win against him, Huang someone.

"Inzaghi sent it to you?"

The Young Mistress asked.

Huang Kaiwen said, massaging his temples.

He wasn’t sure if he could really call it a gift.

"You like playing games, so he did put some thought into it,"

The Young Mistress said with a smile.

"It’s not like that,"

Besides, Inzaghi clearly had a scheme this time, aiming to win Huang someone’s money. But was the Yellow Ball King’s money that easy to win?

Huang Kaiwen watched Milan’s away game against Palermo at home.

Kaka scored a hat-trick in the game and celebrated by taking off his shirt, wishing Huang Kaiwen a speedy recovery, and for that, he received a yellow card. Milan won the away game 3:1.

The match ended around 3 PM, and the whole team flew straight back to Milan City.

Around 5 PM, as Huang Kaiwen sat in the yard without seeing anyone yet, he first heard Inzaghi’s voice.

"My dear little treasure, Kevin, did you miss me?"

Inzaghi exclaimed with his arms spread wide.

"You just want to race cars and win my money, right?"

Huang Kaiwen said, not sounding too pleased.

"Yes, ah, no, what are you talking about!"

Seeing Huang Kaiwen stand up, Inzaghi went over to hug his shoulder, chuckling, "Our relationship, how can money measure that?"

"On the way back on the plane, he talked about winning your money,"

Maldini said with a laugh, exposing Inzaghi.

"Right, he also said he was going to use that money to buy an antique with sentimental value to keep at home as a family heirloom!"

Kaka nodded and added.

After all that, Inzaghi had blabbed it everywhere.

Now, it would be difficult for Huang Kaiwen to even play along.

"Since everyone’s here, let’s get started,"

Today was another barbecue.

When there were a lot of people, barbecuing was the easiest to prepare, and it was quite fun getting busy together.

"The two kids miss you, but we didn’t have time to go back and pick them up today,"

Maldini said, holding a glass of wine.

"I miss that little guy, Chris, too,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

The character of the Young Master was a bit more endearing.

Danny was just too competitive.

"When there’s time, I’ll have my father take them to Spain for a visit,"

"Sure, by the way, how is Adriana doing?"

Huang Kaiwen inquired.

He had high hopes for the Third Young Master.

The First Young Master turned out peculiar, the Second Young Master lacked talent, and the Milan’s number 3 jersey needed an heir.

"She’s doing well, and the baby is fine too. Her due date is in May,"

Maldini said with a happy smile.

"That’s good to hear,"

Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile.

"Kevin, come quickly, Ricardo has already lost!"

Inzaghi shouted anxiously.

His target was Huang Kaiwen, not Kaka.

"Okay, I’ll come to check it out,"

Huang Kaiwen said, patting Maldini’s arm, and followed Inzaghi inside.

"Let me make it clear first, ten thousand a game,"