After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

”You bunch of assholes from Madrid!!!”

”Get out of here, get out now!”

”Don’t come to Valencia again, or you’ll regret it!”

On their way to the airport, the Real Madrid bus was attacked by Valencia fans.

After that kick from Ramos, the outcome was sealed.

Huang Kaiwen was rather disappointed that he didn’t get to go shopping and had to head directly to the airport.

Traveling on business without spending money felt like missing out on a fortune.

”Kid, thanks for earlier.”

Guti turned and said to Ramos.

”It has nothing to do with you.”

Ramos muttered.

”Stop being so stubborn, I’ll let you start ahead in the next race.”

Guti said with a laugh.

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but nod.

Going to nightclubs was no fun; playing with mini four-wheel drives was healthier.

With the Yellow Ball King around, no one could steal his good buddy Ramos.

”What did that asshole just say to you, Kevin?”

Ramos turned and asked.

”I didn’t catch it.”

Huang Kaiwen pointed to his ear and said, ”You know, my ears aren’t quite what they used to be.”

”Damn Puyol, I’ll make him pay next time.”

Ramos said fiercely.

”Maybe don’t go overboard, or it’ll be awkward with the national team.”

Raul, who was sitting along with Huang Kaiwen, spoke up to remind him.

Since the September 6 loss to Northern Ireland in the qualifiers, Aragonés hadn’t called up Raul.

But he didn’t want to see discord in the national team.

”I know what I’m doing.”

Ramos said, looking down.

Real Madrid arrived at the airport an hour ahead of schedule and waited a while before boarding the flight back to Madrid.

The next day, around ten.

Huang Kaiwen was still in a deep sleep when his right foot suddenly hurt intensely.

Huang Kaiwen sprang up like a carp and quickly rolled under the bed, peeking out cautiously.

Who would dare harm the Yellow Ball King?

You’ve got to learn how to sleep with one eye open in this business.

No one was around, Huang Kaiwen looked down at his foot, still puzzled.

He took out his phone to text Albert and confirmed no one had come into the bedroom.

Suddenly, Huang Kaiwen thought of a possibility, he opened his system to check and sure enough!

[Shared Filippo Inzaghi’s injury, received 100 fate points]

[24-hour immunity card effect ended]

Reading the two notifications.

That resolved one of Huang Kaiwen’s nagging doubts.

[Immunity Card]’s priority is higher than [High Priest]’s shared injury, so even playing in the UEFA Champions League with AC Milan using the [Immunity Card] means no worries about sudden injuries.

But the [Immunity Card] only delayed the sharing of the injury, not solved it entirely. After 24 hours, the situation still had to be faced; you can’t exploit the [fate points] using the immunity card.

But the timing of Inzaghi’s injury was a bit odd.

Since Milan played on Saturday, a day before Real Madrid, and Huang Kaiwen watched the match at home, Inzaghi didn’t even make an appearance, yet still ended up injured.

Huang Kaiwen made a call.

”Kevin, missing me?”

Inzaghi said excitedly on the other end, ”The brand’s winter collection release brought a lot of supermodels to town, want to come back and hang out with me?”

”No need, I heard you were injured and wanted to see how you are,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

”You really do care about me, knowing about my injury so soon,”

Inzaghi’s excited voice came over the phone, ”Let me tell you, I broke a vase this morning, accidentally stepped on it, guess what! I went to the doctor, and he said it’s a miracle -- with over ten cuts, two quite deep, but none of them will affect my recovery at all, perfectly missed all the vital spots, lucky right? I must be the Lady Luck’s lover! I’m planning to buy more lottery tickets, and when I hit the jackpot, I’ll come to Madrid to visit you.”

Huang Kaiwen: ...

”Buy fewer, be careful not to lose out.”

Huang Kaiwen advised.

”Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll come to Madrid for Christmas, and when I hit the jackpot, I will get you a new car,”

Inzaghi said excitedly, before hanging up the phone.

Huang Kaiwen felt that, as a good brother, he must advise Inzaghi.

Otherwise, if Inzaghi kept tempting fate, the Yellow Ball King would also suffer.

Now that the reason was found, Huang Kaiwen breathed a sigh of relief.

Having an extra 100 fate points wasn’t bad; he was getting closer to the ultimate template.

Huang Kaiwen went downstairs.

Albert quickly set up lunch and handed over the day’s newspaper, saying, ”Sir, most of the Spanish media think you should receive the Ballon d’Or.”

”It’s hard to say,”

Huang Kaiwen shook his head.

The teams that win major tournaments have an advantage.

”Besides you, a few Italian players have high support, but Cannavaro’s recent performance isn’t great; the Italian papers aren’t optimistic about him,”

Albert said.

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

This must be the doing of the young mistress.

While eating, Huang Kaiwen saw that the Spanish newspapers indeed favored him.

After dinner, Huang Kaiwen sat in front of the TV watching cartoons.

Just past 2 PM, Albert led a guest inside.

”Congratulations, Kevin!”

Victor Sine said as he shook hands with Huang Kaiwen.

”Thank you,”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Seeing the journalist from ”L’Équipe,” Huang Kaiwen knew.

He, Huang, had successfully retained the Ballon d’Or!

”The voting results are out now; your lead wasn’t that large this time, why do you think that was?” Victor Sine asked with a smile.

Sitting on the couch, Huang Kaiwen said, ”Because of the World Cup, because I played fewer games, but no matter, I won, didn’t I?”

”Yes, congratulations, can you tell us about the differences between Real Madrid and AC Milan?”