After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1701 - 463: The Sicilian Legend Paul

Albert bowed and said, "Sir, let Neo handle it, it’s inconvenient for you to appear."

"I need to go and have a look."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be at ease.

Although there is the [Golden Prison Award], the Young Master shouldn’t be in danger.

But threatening others to isolate him is disgusting enough, it must be resolved once and for all, to make the opponent scared.

"Should we have them prepare..."

Albert didn’t finish his sentence, but Huang Kaiwen understood what he meant.

"Forget it, they’re just some low-level thugs."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Albert nodded and left.

Actually, he thought contacting the people from the South Stand could solve this, but since Huang Kaiwen didn’t mention it, Albert wouldn’t meddle.

Huang Kaiwen still rubbed the Young Master’s head and said, "You did the right thing this time. If anything happens, make sure to tell an adult. Even if you don’t want to tell Paul, you can tell me."

"Got it, Uncle Kevin!"

The Young Master nodded and said.

"Hey, how come there’s a little guy here? Could he actually be your son?"

Huang Kaiwen hadn’t seen the person yet when he heard Inzaghi’s voice.

He turned around and saw Ramos and Inzaghi.

Ramos said, "I met him waiting for a ride when I came, and he insisted on coming with me."

"Did you spend the night at one of my neighbor’s houses last night?"

Huang Kaiwen asked suspiciously.

Inzaghi didn’t live nearby, so it was unusual for him to appear in the neighborhood in the morning.

"Ahem..." Inzaghi pointed at the Young Master and said, "There’s a kid here."

"Chris is more mature than you."

Huang Kaiwen joked.

The Young Master proudly puffed up his chest.

"Is something up, Kevin?"

Ramos said, "I saw Albert and Neo discussing something."

Huang Kaiwen glanced at Inzaghi and shook his head.

Inzaghi protested unhappily, "What kind of expression is that? Are there secrets I’m not allowed to know?"

"Yes, you big mouth."

Huang Kaiwen said directly.

"Either way, I’m sticking with you today."

Inzaghi sat down and drank Huang Kaiwen’s coffee in one gulp.

Ramos, somewhat disdainful, got another cup and poured some coffee for Huang Kaiwen.

"Alright, I plan to find someone for a negotiation later."

Huang Kaiwen said helplessly, "Chris ran into some thugs causing trouble, so I’m planning to have Neo scare them."

"How can you not call me for something this fun? If I hadn’t come, I would have missed it!"

Inzaghi shouted excitedly.

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes helplessly, he knew it would be like this.

It’s not anything good, anyway.

"How about I handle the negotiation, Fredo?" Inzaghi asked excitedly.

"You’re not the Godfather, Filippo, and neither am I."

Huang Kaiwen joked.

"Why not?" Inzaghi raised the collar of his casual shirt, crossing his legs pretentiously, pretending a chopstick was a cigar, took a pretend puff, and said, "Don’t say impossible, nothing’s impossible."

That’s a line from "The Godfather."

Huang Kaiwen naturally knew.

Italian TV channels often broadcast this movie.

Interestingly, although it’s about Italians, it was made famous by Americans.

Ramos listened for a while, somewhat regretting not hiring more boxing coaches.

He worried there might be danger today.

Undeterred, Inzaghi continued, "Let me handle the negotiation, you said it’s just a bunch of kids, let me do it."

"No."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

"I even gave you an extra five million!"

Inzaghi held up his hand and said, "I’ll definitely listen to you, let me enjoy it."

"Fine, just don’t mess things up."

Huang Kaiwen said helplessly.

"Don’t worry, I know how to handle these guys."

Inzaghi said with a smile.

He had hooligan friends when he was young.

Twenty minutes later.

Neo and Albert drove two cars, taking a group of people who had changed into suits and disguised themselves away.

The cars stopped near the Milan Cathedral, and Huang Kaiwen turned and asked, "Did you see him, Chris?"

"No, he usually preys on tourists here."

The Young Master shook his head and said.

"Do you know where he lives?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"I’ve heard of it, but I’m not sure exactly where it is."

Young Master said.

"No worries, you guide us, and we’ll ask around when we get there to find it."

Huang Kaiwen wasn’t too certain either.

But he couldn’t let Chris get worried.

Luckily, the group was fortunate enough to encounter someone as soon as they got nearby.

With a command from Huang Kaiwen, Neo quickly charged down and pinned the person against the wall.

"Let’s go."

Huang Kaiwen said as he opened the car door.

Young Master followed behind Huang Kaiwen.

The person pinned by Neo appeared to be around the age of 20.

Inzaghi had already approached and pressed a wallet against the person’s back.

The person pressed against the wall struggled more intensely, and noticing Young Master, immediately shouted, "It’s you! Just you wait!"

Young Master fearfully took half a step back, but Huang Kaiwen caught his arm.

He looked at Huang Kaiwen, who shook his head and said, "Don’t back up; or soon there’ll be nowhere left to retreat."

Upon hearing the threat from the other party, Neo applied a bit more force.

"Ask him where his home is, and let’s go have a chat at his place."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Wearing sunglasses, Inzaghi looked at Huang Kaiwen and crazily pointed at his own head, indicating for Huang Kaiwen to take charge.

Huang Kaiwen chuckled and nodded.

Inzaghi patted the person behind him and said softly, "Kid, if you don’t want to get hurt, you’d better speak up."

"Who are you guys?"

The person asked.

"Stop wasting time!"

Inzaghi nudged the wallet forward and scolded.

It frightened the person.

Huang Kaiwen noticed some liquid trickling all the way from the person’s pants to the ground.

"Please, I’ll take you there. Can you let me go?"

The person spoke tearfully.

After all, he was just a petty thief targeting tourists.

"Lead the way!"

Neo said as he led the person.

Some people saw this scene but turned and went home without hesitation.

Ramos explained, "In a place like this, many people don’t want to get involved in trouble."

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

Even in a slum, not everyone is bad.

Among players, there are many like this; that guy Cassano is probably a role model in his neighborhood where he grew up. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The group followed the person into a low tin house.

Neo still hadn’t relaxed, pressing the person onto a chair and asked, "What’s your name?"

"Andrew... Andrew Gassini!"

"Alright, Andrew."

Inzaghi walked over, patted the person’s cheek, leaned down, and asked, "Do you know why we’ve come looking for you today?"

Andrew glanced at Young Master, nodded and said, "I know, it’s because of the son of the football star."

"Since you know his father is Maldini, why give him trouble?"

Inzaghi asked curiously.

"I just can’t stand him!"

Andrew said bitterly.

Huang Kaiwen felt he was jealous of Young Master.

This situation is quite common.

"Well, I can’t stand you either. What do you think you should do about it?"

Inzaghi took out a cigar, lit it, and gestured twice in front of the person’s face.

Andrew kept struggling backwards, but Neo’s strength was far greater.

"I—I was wrong, I swear I’ll never give him trouble again."

Andrew promised tearfully.

He had never seen such a scene; these people came in luxury cars, and he had never seen such flashy gangsters.

Inzaghi crouched beside the stool and said with a smile, "Do you think it’s because his father paid us? Actually, you’re mistaken, his father is our boss."

"Impossible!"

Andrew blurted out instinctively, then immediately shut his mouth, afraid of angering Inzaghi.

But he still didn’t believe Inzaghi’s words.

He may not enjoy studying, but that doesn’t mean he is stupid.

Who would believe Maldini is some gang leader?

"Believe it or not, Paolo Maldini has such status, I thought you were some tough guy, wanted to break your arm, but seeing you piss your pants, I find hitting you disgusting."

Inzaghi said with some disdain.

"Then, can you let me go?"

Andrew asked hopefully.

"Of course, but you need to pay a price." Inzaghi said, licking his lips.

Five minutes later, the group left, with Inzaghi enthusiastically hugging a cookie tin, opening it and constantly counting the money inside.